Claire, the Slut, Whore and Mistress...

[nightsafari]

Part 8

I protested, but she said "It's ok dearie, I did it for you, so that you will never forget me".

not just glockie, but I read this, my hair also stand up!

scary....

 

[nightsafari]

Part 10 (Final)

I was done, cleaning up my apartment, post Claire's "cataclysmic" meltdown.

Her Prozac thingie was troubling my disconcerting mind. I called Claire's mobile several times, wanting to ask, and to know, why she was on depression medication. "Is it for real?" I wondered. I was sincerely concerned, and had already forgiven the earlier breakfast mess, that she had caused. After all, our relationship was good, while it lasted.

I told myself that no matter what happened, she would always remain my good friend. Recalling our past, we ought to be glad we had enjoyed the companionship, done our respective best, to keep our love going for one other, despite our individual flaws and carnal weaknesses. Forgiveness. If we really want to love, we must learn how to forgive first.

No answer from her mobile. I guessed she was still upset.

Should I just turn up at her place in Serangoon Gardens? After all, I needed to "reclaim" my apartment keys, which she had vehemently refused to surrender. I was confident that Claire's parents, would warmly welcome me into the house, and Claire would surely restrain her emotions, in the presence of her parents. I pondered, as I was driving home, after picking up, and sending the chiobu Shanghainese business partner to Grand Hyatt. I told her to refresh herself, have a relaxing massage at the in-house spa, which I had made reservation, and I would subsequently pick her up for dinner at 7pm.

Instead of heading towards my home direction via Tanglin, I took a U-turn detour, from Scotts Road, down PIE, CTE, AMK Ave 1, and arriving at Claire's Serangoon Gardens' semi detached front gate. I rang the door bell, and a cheerful Claire's dad greeted my surprising presence.

Her dad said Claire had some outstanding urgent legal matters to attend to, and had just left for office. I was puzzled. On a Saturday late afternoon? Urgent matters? I assured Claire's dad that everything was fine between Claire and myself, as he had a suspicious, worrisome look, wondering if we had a bad quarrel.

Driving and heading home, I was deep in thought and almost slammed my car into a van. Where the fuck is Claire? I was worried that she might do the unthinkable. " SUICIDE!". After all, she had concealed from everyone around her that she was on Prozac. My heart raced. I was spooked and my spine chilled. I was momentarily lost in the vivid recall of bloodcurdling suicide playbacks, that I watched on Youtube and social media.

And I certainly did not want to appear on 晚报, The New Paper, Stomp, HWZ EDMW or Sammyboy forums, as the man who sent Claire, to self annihilation. As with all suicides published in public domains, surely the sympathies would be with Claire, the chiobu young Singapore lawyer, as the poor victim, cheated by a man, more than a decade older than her. The "viral" public protagonists would definitely be more interested in "drama", rather the the real truth.

"God help me please, I need to find Claire..."

I sought divine intervention in desperation. For the very few times in my life, I opened my heart and prayed to God, begging nothing untoward would befall on Claire. And I promised the Lord, that if Claire was safe and sound, I would accede to her request to be back together. I would also make sure that she's off that Prozac shit, take good care of her, and do whatever I possibly can, so that she could lead a normal and menatlly healthier life.

Was she really in her office?

I realised that I had her lanyard containing her security pass. She couldn't be in office. I reasoned. Nonetheless, for the avoidance of doubt, which was already fragmenting my fragile mind, I reckoned I should just drive down to take a look. She could have gotten into office with the help of another workaholic colleague, on a Saturday afternoon, or maybe the security personnel.

Speeding down CTE, exiting at Outram and headed downtown towards Telok Ayer, I reached at her office in double quick time. Time was definitely of essence, when it's a matter of life and death of a lover.

As I had her security access card, I tap myself into the lift lobby, and arrived outside her office door. Peering through the all clear glass main door, there wasn't anyone in there. She had obviously lied to her dad, I guessed.

Strangely, as I was about to leave, my sixth sense was triggered. Maybe I should just tap myself inside and take a closer look, just in case. She could be in the restroom. Once I was in, I heard some noises in the pantry, a distance away. The lights were on. I was curious. I approached cautiously.

Gosh! I was utterly flabbergasted!

I saw Claire and her AMDK married boss (who is probably older than me), frenching away. Claire's fire engine red, strapless, body hugging tube blouse (which I like a hell lot for "ease of access") was partially down, exposing one of her boobs. Her left hand stroking and caressing his fly, and he was furiously kneading her exposed breast. They were so engrossed in their tryst, totally oblivious that anyone would walk into an empty Saturday office.

Stunned at what I had just witnessed, I retreated quietly, in a complete daze, slipped out of her office, unnoticed. At the ground floor lift lobby, I dumped Claire's lanyard and security access card in a bin.

Discomposed while driving home, the thoughts of Claire's earlier "betrayal", and now, the second "double-dealing" travesty, hurt a hell, hell, hell of a lot. Absolute Heartache. And what the fuck I was praying to God for her safety. The words "I AM A FUCKING STUPID IDIOT" plastered all over my pea brain.

Glocky had been spot on... Claire was a SLUT, WHORE, and MISTRESS of the highest order.

Even Aristippus of Cyrene, a follower of Socrates, would have been immensely proud of Claire's sordid practise of Cyrenaic Hedonism, as a way of living and life philosophy.


Epilogue

A couple of weeks later, I was shopping in Takashimaya for a Japanese shawl for my Shanghainese beau, for her autumn wear. From a distance, I spotted Claire. She looked every bit her usual vibrant self, carrying a couple of designer label shopping bags. She had probably, as she always would, enjoyed her branded retail therapy. She definitely did not look a wee bit "Prozac-ed" at all.

I walked over and said "Hi". She was surprised, but returned my greetings. I asked if she's free to have a coffee. She agreed. We chatted and updated each other, on our professional life, parents, friends and whatnot.

As we were about to part, Claire finally said she would return my apartment keys, the next time we meet. I told her it wasn't necessary.I had already engaged a locksmith to change all the locks. She broke out in cynical laughter, insinuated that I was, the usual, cautious and conservative hunkymonkey.

I asked a parting shot question, whether she was attached. She said she was, but refused to say more. It was pretty obvious to me, that she had become a mistress to her married AMDK boss. We parted, and had not contacted each other.

I hope she is off that Prozac shit, though it wasn't my problem anymore. I had done my best for her.

Life is short. Stay happy.

Disclaimer​

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*phew* that was a thrilling read. haven't had so much excitement in years!

 

[AhMeng]

not just glockie, but I read this, my hair also stand up!

scary....

This part happens to be real. Lol

 

[yinyang]

Lau kau, your creative juices (excuse the pun) here garnered 8k views in 1 week.
Goes to show you still have milk of human kindness.
But then, all's good with her. And your mind's lighter after your voyeur looksee

 

[AhMeng]

Lau kau, your creative juices (excuse the pun) here garnered 8k views in 1 week.
Goes to show you still have milk of human kindness.
But then, all's good with her. And your mind's lighter after your voyeur looksee

To be "surreptitiously" tricked by a woman into doing a wanking is not a nice feeling. I felt vulnerable. Ashamed of myself. No excuses. :(

 

[yinyang]

To be "surreptitiously" tricked by a woman into doing a wanking is not a nice feeling. I felt vulnerable. Ashamed of myself. No excuses. :(

Nah, what about those who wantonly get the chabor to crank (oops, wank?) his shaft? Not vulnerable too?

 

[Loofydralb]

This story is analogous to Sg citizens and PAP.

Kana farked many times but still nvr learn lesson.

 

[AhMeng]

Lau kau, your creative juices (excuse the pun) here garnered 8k views in 1 week.
Goes to show you still have milk of human kindness.
But then, all's good with her. And your mind's lighter after your voyeur looksee

Thanks for reading and encouragement.

To conclude this short semi-fictional story off with some graphics, I have done a cover, to celebrate my revelation and confession, and to mark the end of an exciting, though challenging episode, in my life.

Bye Claire!

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PS : The graphic above, is probably the "most resembling" one I found on the net. Lol

 

[Huatable]

Closing Song

 

[sfugel]

Part 1

Breaking up is always a relatively easy choice for me when a relationship has optimized and plateaued. For me and my numerous "ex-es", we always walk away amicably and remain as good friends.

However, I will never forget and forgive a particular girl whom I had a short relationship with. She is none other than Claire (not her real name). I was delighted at how Claire suffered, for her infidelity, betrayal of my love and trust in her.

Claire was a beautiful woman, a successful corporate lawyer, and also a Hokkien. She was what my friends described as “Centerfold Hot” woman. Most of my Tiko friends were jealous of me for landing such a hot and intelligent woman, but one of them (let's call him Glocky for the purpose of this thread) was uncannily suspicious.

Glocky told me that Claire raised the hair on the back of his neck. And when he got to know her slightly better, he said his gut feel told him that Claire was the most self-centered, attention gathering woman he had ever met and spoken to. Glocky then added : “Claire is a smart girl, all right. She is gorgeous, but she's also very skilled at fucking the minds of the people around her." Glocky concluded : "Every instinct in me screamed the word ‘CAUTION.'”

However, Glocky didn’t offered any "solid" factual evidence, to show me as warning. And me, being a guy who always have soft spots all over my heart for beautiful women, I chose to disbelieve Glocky's sound and objective advice. I guessed Glocky had fucked so many women in his life, that his instincts had developed a superior edge over many Tikos, when it comes to dissecting cunts and hearts in their proper places.

(To Be Continued...)[

Be bloody original can?????? I just read ‘your’ frikking story on Fox News. Bloody plagiarizer!!!!

 

[AhMeng]

Thanks for informing me. Lol