The collection features works by other local writers. I’m in the midst of approaching them online to get their buy in. These are all free to read and i have asked for their permission to reproduce their work on this site. Writer’s pseudonym, nick, & site which they write at will be indicated in the post itself.
Author : Antyhowacc
Writes on Sammyboyforum
*I edited only the character name, the rest of the content is original as per the writer’s work*
“Here.” came the command from the voice in the shadows.
Yvonne looked around. It was indeed quite dark, although it is pretty hard to get a truly hidden spot on a road in Singapore given how illuminated roads generally are. This is probably as dark as it gets as cars of different shapes and sizes continued to zip and dash on their way, just across the main road from where Yvonne was standing.
In front of her stood a luxurious black minivan, typically for ferrying pop stars and VIPs with windows tinted so dark that outsiders could not see what’s within. Yvonne similarly could not see anything inside despite standing right next to it on the kerb. The black minivan also conveniently obstructed her view of the main road just beyond, which thankfully obstructed the view from the main road of her.
“This is as good as I’m going to get” Yvonne thought to herself.
Silently, Yvonne slipped off her thin, satin shoulder straps, causing her slender and smooth black dress to cascade down her curves onto the floor. She stepped out of it, unsteady in her black stilettos, showing her snow white skin and her matching black lingerie.
Bending over to undo her heels, Yvonne also unclasped her bra and tugged off her briefs, leaving every single piece of clothing she had on her on the ground, becoming somewhat conscious of her own nudity in public.
Especially when she knew the voice that commanded her was recording every second of it, even if she also knew that it would be purposefully angled such that her face won’t be seen.
Stepping away from her possessions, Yvonne felt the rough gravel beneath her soft, creamy bare skin before the door of the black van finally slid open, allowing Yvonne’s entry.
The leather seats were spacious and comfortable as Yvonne seated herself into the nearest before the van door closed automatically after her.
In the darkness, the leather on Yvonne’s unprotected skin felt somewhat comforting.
Yvonne’s eyes barely adjusted to the dim setting, herself unable to see the driver even from the rear-view mirror as the van drove away.
Yvonne wondered how much of her clothes would still be left in the same spot later, even if she knew she ought to worry about what lies ahead…
…
Three hours later, Yvonne stepped out of the black minivan at the same spot she boarded. She was somewhat surprised that her dress and bra was still around, decent enough for the trip home. This time the van didn’t bother waiting for her however, driving away as soon as the doors shut behind Yvonne, leaving her to be feasted upon by any eyes looking her way.
Yvonne hurriedly dressed and left, another night of work done and dusted.
This is, Yvonne is forced to admit, her life now.