She clapped her hands together in delight that we loved the place so much.
“I know you’ll be happy here. It’s a wonderful place. And you’ll only be five minutes from our house.”
She decided to have her driver drop her at home as we were so close.
“No point in me heading back to the office now. I can get some work done at home. Then he can head all the way back down Orchard Road to Marina Bay and drop you at your hotel.”
When we pulled up to her front door, we thanked her sincerely for all the time she was spending with us to ensure a smooth transition, and she pulled us in tight and kissed us on both cheeks.
This was the strangest employer/employee relationship we’d ever experienced.
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After the day we’d had, we were far too tired to go out for dinner, so we decided to eat in the more up-market of our hotel’s three restaurants.
“There’s no need to close the drapes while we get ready… let’s just enjoy the spectacular nighttime views and hope that binocular-man isn’t scanning for perverts.”
Jake laughed at me, but I could almost see his mind working overtime to make sense of my new openness.
Jake showered, and I took a long hot bath to relax from the full-on nature of the day. When I got out of the bath, I wrapped myself in a luxuriously thick white towel and went into the living room. Jake was sitting there with a matching towel wrapped around his waist.
“Come and sit here with me and just look out at this amazing city. Who would ever have dreamed that two kids from Milwaukee would end up on this sofa, with this view, and contemplating a completely new future?”
“And having this sex?” I whispered, as I threw my leg over his lap and pulled his towel away from him. His cock wasn’t close to hard because his mind had been off in the world of philosophical musings, but within seconds, my uncharacteristic forwardness had him hardening fast. I dropped my towel and, in full view of anyone in the city who happened to be watching, I sunk down onto his now rigid cock.
The groan I let out was one of relief in feeling our closeness as we embarked on this new and scary adventure.
“You lie still and let me do the work.”
He seemed perfectly content with the idea as I rode his cock, pumping my thighs up and down and feeling his hardness plunge deep inside me. As I dropped down on his length, I could feel the abrasiveness of his pubic hair rubbing against my clit, and the sensation was overwhelming. I leaned down and kissed my wonderful husband, pushing my tongue into his mouth in a rhythm that matched his cock sliding into my depths.
Getting closer and closer to our climax, Jake could no longer hold still and started to buck his hips up from the sofa in a vain attempt to get deeper inside me. Our groans turned to shouts as we exploded together. Luckily Jakes towel was still under him because I felt our combined wetness gushing from inside me and down his shaft.
I could hardly believe it when he started to slide down and out from under me, leaving me kneeling on the sofa with my legs spread wide, until his face was directly below my pussy. The moans of pleasure he made as he lapped at me and swallowed every drop will stay in my mind forever as one of the most erotic things I’d ever heard.
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We cleaned up as best we could and dressed appropriately for a swanky restaurant. It was a French-continental menu, and the food was amazing, but the atmosphere was a little stuffy. Regrettably, we were behaving like a couple of love-struck teenagers. We couldn’t really have identified a solid logic for it, but we couldn’t stop giggling. Whether it was the excitement of the new adventure or the almost-exhibitionist sex in front of the living room window, we couldn’t really say. Our constant giggling got more than a few disapproving glances.
We were halfway through dessert when Jake’s phone pinged with an incoming text message. He took a look, and with raised eyebrows, he showed it to me.
[CHARLIE] Since you have met your people and found somewhere to live, the main goals for your trip have been accomplished. We are taking our private jet up to Bangkok for some fun this weekend. Want to join us?
Chapter 4 – The Bangkok Weekend
When I’d got the text during our dinner at L’Etoile in the hotel, it added a sobering tone to our evening. Up to then, we’d be giggly and flirtatious, but Charlie’s message was puzzling. I showed it to Sam, and we read it several times.
“I don’t get it,” was her first reaction. “I thought we were coming here for purely business reasons… meet the teams, find accommodation and that kind of stuff. I thought maybe Tony and Charlotte would maybe take us out to dinner a couple of times, but otherwise, they’d probably leave us in the care of an assistant to help us with all the logistics. But it’s as if they really want to be close friends. Don’t they have their own circle of friends here?”
We agreed how strange it seemed, but equally, we recognized an opportunity to see another city in Southeast Asia. It would be the middle weekend of our familiarization trip, and everything we needed to achieve was already done and dusted, so there was no reason to turn them down.
We both liked them a lot, and we all got on like we’d known each other for years. The thought of having friendships ready-made, before we officially relocated here, made the whole move that much less intimidating. So, after a very brief discussion, I texted back.
[JakeF] What a wonderful offer. We would love to. Thanks so much. S & J
[CHARLIE] I’ll text details tomorrow. We are so excited that you want to come. xxx
I showed Sam.
“Mmm,” she said thoughtfully. “Kisses now.”
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We spent the next couple of days sightseeing and getting comfortable with the MRT rail system. The coverage of the MRT network puts most American cities to shame, and we found we could get around Singapore easily.
Charlie’s text had been followed up with a lengthy email telling us to be prepared for her driver to pick us up at three o’clock on Friday afternoon. He would take us out to Changi Airport, and she and Tony would meet us at the Private Aviation Terminal where their plane would be all fueled up and waiting to take us to Bangkok’s Suvarnabhumi Airport. We would be staying at a villa owned by some Thai friends of theirs who were currently away in Europe, and we would fly back to Singapore on Monday morning.
She advised us on what to pack and gave us a rough idea of the itinerary. For them, it would involve acting as tour guides to show us newcomers around the city. We couldn’t get over our luck.
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The driver appeared promptly on the Friday afternoon… what else would you expect? The thirty-minute drive out to Changi provided a perfect example of how cleverly and deliberately Singapore had been planned. With the foresight that is rarely demonstrated by politicians, the government embarked on a landscape design and planting project immediately after independence in the 1960s. The miles-long avenue of majestic trees on the route from the city out to Changi is a testament to that foresight. It is dramatic and quite beautiful.
When we pulled up at the Private Aviation Terminal, a uniformed concierge greeted us at the car and escorted us into a luxurious lounge. Charlie and Tony were already sitting there, both holding half-empty champagne flutes and chatting with another couple. They smiled and beckoned us over.
“Come. Sit. Have a glass of champagne,” said Tony as he gave a quick smile and a nod to another uniformed concierge. “Let me introduce you all. Mai and Bill Chan these are our great friends Jake and Samantha Fielding.”
Were these people joining us on the trip or was this just a chance meeting?
We all shook hands, and the Chans seemed like a very nice couple. Underneath all the pleasantries it still didn’t sit right that we were being introduced as Tony and Charlotte’s great friends. I thought we were just their employees. I looked over at Sam, and she gave a quick shrug of her shoulders. I could tell she was thinking along the same lines.
As we were pretending to be involved in the conversati
on, while musing over our circumstances, a concierge came over to tell Mai and Bill that their aircraft was ready for them.
“Have a wonderful time in Bali,” Charlie gushed, “I’m quite envious. We haven’t been down there for months. Say hi to the Davidsons in Ubud for us.”
As the Chans left the lounge, Charlie whispered to us conspiratorially “they are such nice people but making conversation with them is like pulling teeth.”
We had barely finished our champagne when the concierge arrived to tell us that our aircraft was now ready for us. We left the lounge and climbed into a Mercedes limo, so I expected we were to be taken to some far-flung area of the airport. It was quite amusing as the car traveled about two hundred yards before coming to a stop beside a sleek looking corporate jet. I know nothing about the world of private planes, but this one certainly impressed me.
As we climbed the steps to the plane, I suffered from a juvenile need to laugh. Another situation where a kid from Milwaukee couldn’t believe this turn of events. Sam and I have great jobs and, compared to most of the population of the world we do extremely well, but this was way out of our league.
Tony’s very British-sounding pilot greeted us at the top of the steps and introduced himself as Alistair. He chatted with us all for a couple of minutes. “About two and a half hours flying time today sir,” he advised us.
“Is Alistair a full-time employee,” I asked Tony.
“He is. Smithson-McDougall has a fleet of six private jets, and Alistair is our most senior pilot. The planes can get our executives all over Southeast Asia faster than commercial alternatives.”
We were seated on two sofas, facing each other. Sam and I on one and the Smithsons on the other. Yet more champagne was served, along with the tiniest and most delectable selection of canapes I’d ever seen. It was strange to be on a flight where no attempt was made to remove our drinks or food during takeoff, and no mandatory safety briefings were performed. The two, stunningly attractive, uniformed flight attendants were solely there to cater to our every need. I couldn’t help but wonder whether, when ferrying company executives around the region, their duties would include catering to other needs.
By our third glasses of champagne, our conversation had become quite boisterous, and it was Charlie who brought up the subject of V.R.
“Jake, I need to ask your permission for something.”
“What on earth would you need my permission for?” I doubted this woman ever asked permission to do anything.
“I would love to come into the studio to watch the filming sometime,” she giggled. “it would appeal to the voyeur in me. Tony won’t let me. He thinks I'm just a bit dirty, even if I tell him it’s a purely technical interest. Of course, that’s because he knows me so well and is completely aware that technical interest has nothing to do with it. I just want to watch hot couples having sex.”
I glanced to my left to see Sam’s reaction, but without actually turning my head, which would have been too obvious, I couldn’t see what she was doing.
“Well, Charlie, it’s your husband's company, so maybe I need to abide by his rules.”
“Nonsense, have you never heard of community property? The company belongs to both of us, and anyway he’s told you that you should treat this venture as an entrepreneur and consider yourself to be in sole charge. So, as soon as you're relocated and settled in, we’ll settle a date. Okay?”
What could I say? She didn’t even bother to wait for an answer.
“Great. That’s settled then. Can’t wait. I shall want to schedule my visit on a day when you are filming with the sexiest models though. Ooh, it’s making me go quite tingly at the thought.”
What the hell was Sam thinking to all this?
The champagne seemed to have loosened Charlie’s tongue or her inhibitions or both. She was on a roll now, and she was pushing on with the V.R. topic.
“Tony, have J and Paolo resolved the dilemma of finding a more diverse range of models?”
“Not so far, honey. They’re still searching.”
If I were to head up this whole enterprise, I realized that I needed to know what the dilemma was. Attempting to circumvent Charlie’s growing excitability, I asked Tony to explain.
“Well, the problem is that all the initial filming that’s been done by J and Paolo involves Asian females. We have a seemingly endless supply of gorgeous women from all over the region who are willing participants. There are plenty of handsome Caucasian expat guys who are also willing to have a go at this for either some extra cash or the pure excitement of bragging about being in an adult movie. However, our product is intended for global consumption, so we need to diversify our selection of female models. In short, we need to find some blonds.”
Charlotte, who by this time was more than a little tipsy from over-consumption of champagne at thirty thousand feet, slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand in an almost cartoonish gesture.
“I’ve got it. Sam could do some modeling during her eight-week hiatus before she’s allowed to do her thing. She is absolutely gorgeous; she has a body that men undoubtedly salivate over, and I’m sure she would do anything to advance her darling husband’s new venture. Am I right?”
“Thank you for your confidence in me, Charlie,” Sam laughed, “but believe me I’m not having my face beamed all over the world as a porn actress, even if Jake does think I’m a little bit of an exhibitionist” she chuckled again and was clearly assuming that Charlie was joking.
“So, Jake thinks you’re a little bit of an exhibitionist, does he?”
Trust Charlotte to pick up on that random comment.
I should never have said what I did next.
“Oh, facial adjustment tweaks would be the easiest thing in the world. It would only be for things like hair color, skin color, and movement modeling, but facially we could change as many features as you wanted,” I pitched in. “No one need ever know it was you.”
“Whose side are you on Jake. Forget it.”
I could see that she was attempting to stay lighthearted, but I could also see she was getting annoyed.
“Tony and I have reviewed every single model we’ve used so far, and I think it’s fair to say Sam that you would be the most beautiful model we’ve had in our line-up? Don’t you agree, Tony?”
“I do my darling, but we should drop it now.”
He had noticed Sam’s darkening mood, and I was acutely aware that she was about to burst with indignation.
“Have you all gone completely mad? I have no intention of jeopardizing a career that I love just to help you make porn. I don’t care how cutting-edge, state-of-the-art, scientifically advanced the whole project is, it’s still goddamned porn, and I’m not having any part of it. It’s one thing to have a husband who’s a pornographer, but it would take it to a whole new level if I were to agree to become a porn actress.”
“We actually call it adult entertainment, Sam.” Why did I say it?
“Oh, puhleeese.”
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We all retired early when we got to the villa where we were staying. Yet again it was a beautiful home, but it was what we had come to expect with the Smithsons as our friends. Were we becoming jaded at this early stage of the game? Private planes, luxury villas, endless champagne… not generally our style. I was skeptical of the whole lifestyle but, to a certain extent, Sam seemed to be lapping it up. As long as it didn’t involve her becoming a porn star!
On the Saturday there seemed to be a tacit agreement that the conversation on the plane would never be mentioned again. We got up early despite the overindulgence in champagne, and from some mysterious place Tony conjured up a car to take us on a private sightseeing tour of the city. And I can truthfully attest that it was one of the most remarkable places we’d ever seen.
The temples, the royal palaces, the Buddhas in various positions and materials; reclining, standing, sitting, in gold, in jade, in every material known to man. The devotion of the devotees. The history and c
ulture of the city were almost beyond our comprehension. It was impossible for us to express to Tony and Charlotte how grateful we were to them for bringing us to such a magical place.
When we arrived back at our temporary home, we were both exhausted and elated from the sights we had been exposed to. Sam seemed close to tears as she thanked Charlie and Tony for giving us this opportunity.
“You guys…” she started off nervously, “I just don’t know how to thank you for the experiences you’re giving us. It is more than I could ever have imagined I would get to see in my life.”
Charlotte went to Sam and took her in her arms and then Tony followed. I stood and watched as they all succumbed to the emotion of the moment and hugged each other affectionately.
All thoughts of the conversation on the plane were gone from Samantha’s mind.
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We had been warned to dress for an evening of clubbing. Neither of us tended towards “clubbing” activities, so we had chosen our clothes to the best of our meager abilities.
Sam wore a tight black number that had been acquired on the shopping trip with Charlie. It was shorter than anything I’d seen her wear since we were at college. It might actually have been shorter than anything even back in our college days, but my memory was a bit of a blur. At least the neckline was reasonably demure, but it hugged every inch of her body. Every inch that it covered.
Sam, Tony, and I were waiting for Charlie in the living room, and our driver was already waiting outside. When Charlie came down the stairs, she was wearing a dress that seemed hardly appropriate for a leader of the Singapore business community. Her role as a wealthy socialite and philanthropist had been thrown out the window and, without seeming prudish, she looked more like a cheap, but designer-clad, hooker. But she was hot to trot, as the saying goes.
Even though she was the last one ready, she now displayed an impatience that could have been considered irritating.
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