Trying out a new style of writing
A divorced hawker thought he was having a bad day, until he sees someone that can change it.
Cheebeng is a fish seller in a market in Chinatown. Having taken over the family stall in his late twenties, he is considered young for the hawker trade.
His toned body is testament to the hours he spent at the gym everyday after work. Not to forget the hours of standing, loading and unloading hundreds of kilograms of raw seafood everyday, Cheebeng’s work can be considered part of his workout regime.
With a high sex drive and almost a daily need for sex, his young wife could not take it any longer and she chose to divorce him. As if the near daily need for sex is not enough, being a hawker, dealing with raw seafood day in and out, it also leaves Cheebeng’s body with a smell that is near impossible to get rid of.
After the divorce, Cheebeng’s business also suffered because he was simply not in the mood to work. All he could think of was sex.
Without satisfying his needs, Cheebeng could not bring himself to do anything.
He spent most of the time staring at the girls walking by his stall, some of them as young as teenagers following their mother to the market, while some are young wives, still fresh with the bliss of recent marriage on their faces.
“Oei Cheebeng, look at girls ar ? “ The neighbouring stall selling meat teased him.
“fuck off la.”
“Go Geylang and release la.” The meat seller teased.
The thought of hiring a social escort, or a sex worker to take care of his needs did cross his mind but Cheebeng did not enjoy the thought of commercial sex. There is something missing from commercial sex.
That emotional connection is just not there.
Not that he didn’t try.
He tried having sex with the more popular girls in the red light district, roaming from house to house before he started surfing the net for freelancers. From sweet young things barely the age of 20 to young Milfs playing the trade, Cheebeng tried them all.
It satisfied the physical need but left a large void on the mental part.
It also didn’t help that Cheebeng takes a very long time to finish. On average, he thrusts 20-25 minutes non-stop before he even start to get into the mood. By the time he orgasms and ejaculate, it’s close to 35 minutes of non-stop thrusting.
Although well within the timing allocated by the sex workers, no one wanted to serve him again.
Because the rest of the men finishes in 10-15 minutes. Cheebeng is taking too long.
After getting countless rejection from the sex workers, Cheebeng made up his mind not to go for commercial sex anymore.
He needed another solution.
Maybe he need to start dating again, get into a relationship or something.
Business is unusually bad that day. There’s hardly any crowd in the market.
Maybe it was the early morning shower or something. He only manage to sell two fish the entire morning. He’s already not getting his sexual needs satisfied, if it compounds with bad business for the day, Cheebeng knew he will end up in a foul mood.
As he poured more ice over his seafood, suddenly a beautiful woman caught his eye.
She’s hot and well dressed for the market. Too well dressed in fact that she was turning the heads of the other stall holders.
Clad in a body hugging white dress that showed off her firm breasts, the woman talked on her phone as she walked carefully across the wet floor of the market in her expensive heels.
As she walked passes Cheebeng, he looked at her creamy fair legs and how tightly that dress was hugging onto her bottom. She has a branded purse, slung fashionably around her shoulder.
It’s impossible to hide panty lines with that level of tightness and Cheebeng concluded that she was not wearing any underwear as his eyes lingered on her ass whose cheeks are so tight that they are screaming to be slapped.
The woman kept talking on her phone and Cheebeng seemed to have fallen into a trance. He left his stall unattended and casually walked out as if he was heading to the washroom.
Instead, he found himself following the woman.
The woman walked to her carpark and Cheebeng overheard her conversation to her husband regarding their helper.
“I told Marie what to buy already, she can make her way to pa & ma on her own. Ok. love you too. Call me when you land ya….Bye.”
The woman unlocked her car and happened to turn towards Cheebeng. She saw him staring at her in a lustful manner at the carpark with a smile and she gave him an irritated look before rolling her eyes.
Sometimes a look can speak more than words.
A look that says he’s dirty, smelly and belongs to the lowest rung of the social ladder.
How dare he even look at her as she gets into her continental car? It was a look of disdain.
Cheebeng has gone without sex for close to a month and something triggered him. Or rather, the way the woman looked at him triggered him.
Perhaps it was the overall package. Perhaps it was because she was in white.
The tight dress, the shapely figure, maybe it’s the attitude.
He walked to his van and got in, exhaling slowly as his eyes tracked the woman’s every move.
Cheebeng started his engine and slowly left the carpark, pulling his vehicle behind the woman’s continental car.
“How dare you look down on me ? How dare you ? “ Cheebeng mumbled to himself as he lit up a cigarette with his right hand while keeping his left on the steering wheel.
As he exhaled, he suddenly felt so alive.
Today, he will finally be able to satisfy both his mental and physical needs.