Titles marked with the (FF) prefix are stories which has little to no build up of plot and character. It goes straight into the action. There are requests for stories that dive straight down into the thick of the action rather than go too much into the characters and what they do. I understand it’s different strokes for different folks, but i will try to cater to all preferences. FF, also stands for fast and furious will have shorter intros, just enough to read you into the scene before the action begins.
It will be dirtier, darker, and i may remove the preview altogether, or restrict it for subscribers only for some titles due to the nature of the story.
James’ sweetheart girlfriend volunteers at a foreign worker’s hostel. All are well until alcohol comes into the picture. Drunk men, charged hormones, a hostel that is like a maze to get out of, do your math. Join James and Naomi as they run, hide, fight and eventually barter their way out of the hostel. Along the way, James did not forget to take advantage of his girlfriend’s classmates. The best place to hide a secret, is amongst the chaos created by others.
When Naomi told me about her plans to volunteer at a worker’s hostel, i almost fell off my chair.
James : Are you out of your mind?
Naomi : Why would you say that?
Naomi was a social science major and one of her modules required her to volunteer with an organization that worked with migrant workers. She had always been passionate about social justice issues and saw this as an opportunity to gain hands-on experience in the field.
James : There are so many other organisations out there, why are you choosing this one, you are going to be working with all the foreign workers in their hostel! Sounds like you are going to get gang raped!
Naomi : Tsk!
Naomi smacked me on my head.
Naomi : Can you don’t talk nonsense like that!
James: I’m serious. Just think about it dear. Those men, they are separated from their wives, they have not touched a woman in so long, and you, you are walking in there like this? it’s like delivering fresh meat to the mouth of a predator!
Naomi : Don’t be silly. I’m not going in alone duh. We are going in as a group. There’s a whole class of us.
James : That makes it worse. Whole class of girls?
Naomi : Yes.
James : That’s like starting a feeding frenzy.
Naomi : Our lecturer Mr Chan will also be there, we will be liaising with some of the workers who are active community leaders in the hostel.
James : I cannot believe this. Dear, please don’t do this. you will not make it out of there.
Naomi laughed as she climbed into bed beside me.
Naomi : Don’t be silly. I’m not the prettiest, i don’t have big boobs or anything, no one will be interested in me.
James: you have the perfect Singapore girl next door vibe dear. All the men will like you…
Naomi : I think you are the only one that likes me…mmmh…
She cuddled up against me and starts nibbling me on my neck.
James : Please, dear, think this through, you are going to get raped in there. Don’t keep looking at the whole though those innocent eyes of yours. The men will visually rape you the moment you step in there.
Naomi : You are over thinking it.
James: I’m not, trust me, i’m a pervert, i know how they think.
Naomi : haha…then why don’t you come with me then? It’s every Sunday morning till 3 in the afternoon.
James : Can i?
Naomi : I can tell Mr Chan, i think some of my friends are bringing their boyfriend along too. I’m sure he doesn’t mind a few extra chaperons.
James: See! i’m not the only one that has concerns about the safety aspect of this volunteering project.
Naomi : I’ve seen pictures and videos of the hostel, i think these people need help and support. They sacrificed so much to come bad help us build up our country.
I tried my best to talk Naomi out of it but i failed terribly. On the first Sunday of the project, i went with Naomi to the hostel located near Pandan Reservoir. It held 800 workers and comes with it’s own mini-mart and basket ball court. There’s even a lounge complete with pool tables and 4 TVs showing different channels.
I hung around the back of the group as the hostel manager Moothi showed everyone around. We were
greeted by the sight of dozens of foreign workers sitting around tables, eating their meals and chatting loudly.
The hostel was a maze of corridors and rooms, with narrow staircases leading to different floors.
The manager warned everyone to be careful when going through the corridors alone as some of the workers liked to drink and sometimes, things may get rowdy.
I looked into the rooms and notice how cramped and basic the living conditions were for these workers. They slept in small bunk beds, shared bathrooms with several others and had limited space for their belongings. It reminded me of army bunks, but one which has not gone through any stand by bed by the sergeant major.
As the girls delved into learning about the workers’ backgrounds, my attention was consumed by the predatory gazes directed at them. The men’s eyes roamed hungrily over the girls, their bodies tensed and ready to pounce. It was a primal, unnerving feeling that made my skin crawl with unease and suspicion.
If i were to place myself in their shoes, i knew what i would be thinking.
I knew what i would want to do to those girls, some of them so fair, so pretty, so young and nubile.
And all of them are of the perfect breeding age.
After all, who could resist the hormones and loneliness when you’re away from your family for years, sleeping in a cramped room with no privacy and longing for any semblance of normalcy in your life?
The first visit passed without incident, and the 2nd. Then the 3rd.
Just when everyone was getting a bit comfortable, things took a drastic change.
Naomi’s 4th visit with her friends, coincided with the eve of a public holiday. There were 16 of us that day, and only 3 guy chaperones. Mr Chan, me and Alex, who is the boyfriend of Samantha, one of Naomi’s classmate.
I felt some unease when i smelled alcohol the moment we stepped into the hostel. Perhaps emboldened by alcohol, some of the workers make lewd comments and cat calls at the girls.
I decided to keep a watchful eye on Naomi and her friends, making sure they were protected from the overt stares and advances of the men. As the day wore on, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was brewing beneath the surface, as if a pressure cooker was about to explode.
When it was time to leave, i quickly reminded the group, eager to leave the premise.
Suddenly there was a loud bang near the gate. Moothi checked and told us that some of the men are probably drunk and fighting.
Moothi : Ok…all ok… Later police come. You all wait in office for a while.
Moothi left the group of us in the office and went out. He did not return and everyone was starting to get worried.
Mr Chan : Moothi is not returning my call…
We were suppose to end the session at 3pm, but it’s already 4pm and we were still stuck inside the hostel.
Mr Chan decided to just lead the group out but the moment we opened the office door, we realised we were surrounded by a group of men, their eyes clouded with alcohol and desperation.
Chan tried to ask them to make way, some other workers who they worked with tried to intervene but things get heated and a fight broke out right in front of the office.
Chan : Back, everyone back!
We locked ourselves in the office and Chan decided to call the police.
Suddenly, there were shouts and thumping on the door. The workers were trying to break the door down. I turned and looked at Naomi and then at the rest of the girls. It soon became clear to everyone that unless we do something, it’s going to be too late by the time the police gets here.
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