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Alicia was a struggling property agent, wondering how does one rise to the top of the game. Touching herself in a restaurant, removing her underwear in the middle of a meal, and letting someone take pictures and videos of her, these were nothing, but an interview. The entry ticket to the table where the big boys were. When the opportunity presents itself, she needs to decide how far ,or rather, how low, she was willing to go.

*This is a 2 part series*

Part 1 – 10600 words

Part 2 – 10200 words

The thing about selling property in Singapore is that everyone thinks they’re smarter than you. Every auntie with a three-room flat in Bedok thinks she’s a market analyst.

Every uncle who bought Tanjong Pagar in 2009 acts like he’s Warren Buffett. And every couple at a showflat — every fucking weekend couple in their matching Uniqlo and their BTO anxiety — looks at me like I’m the one who set the COE at $139,000.

I’ve been at AppleTree properties for three years. Top producer in my first year — closed $4.2 million in total transactions, which sounds impressive until you realise my cut was about $63,000 before tax and before the agency takes their share.

Add in the credits for all the property sites, the money i threw into marketing, making videos, editing and what not. Do you know what is the final take home for that year? My first top producer year?

Same as a fast food employee working full time. I net off all the expenses, cab fare, car rental shit and even extra sanitary pads because i get massive periods when i’m stressed.

I make a grand total of 23,630 for a year of work.

Don’t believe all the bullshit you see online. Agents collecting trophies, faces splashed across banners. Top this, top that, Top gun Tom cruise also don’t dare to self praise until like this i’m telling you. If you know you know.

Yes there are the few top agents, a few real ones but a lot like me, are just struggling.

You see me easy, i see you relax.

Life where got so easy one?

You think i wear short skirt, tight dress, end of the day can close deal?

Stop reading erotic stories online i tell you.

Your brain will rot.

You think people get rich by buying shit from little girls willing to show half ball?

It doesn’t happen!

You think it’s that easy to find someone who can afford a quantum above 3 million that easily? Those that can, you think they get there by what? Thinking with their dicks?

Sorry for the rant, but i got into this industry partly because i thought i could depend on my looks, my figure, my pair of nice legs. I thought those are plus points.

Instead, those assets of mine, well, they were nothing more than distractions.

Sure, my videos get views, from who?

Perverts who need content to wank off lor. Who else?

I know la, i know what you want to say.

Alicia, there are real buyers online. Some are really looking for properties, yadda yadda. Ya, whole Singapore only me making video, only me selling properties. Somehow just because i wear sexy and make thirst trap videos, all those leads will come to me.

So yeah, i had a good first year.

By year two, the market went sideways. HDB resale slowed. New launches got postponed. My phone stopped ringing.

My husband James, keeps asking when we’re going to renovate the kitchen. I keep telling him when I close another deal. He nods like he understands but what he really means is: when are you going to start making money again.

He doesn’t say it. He just looks at the kitchen counter — the one with the laminate peeling near the stove — and sighs.

Before you judge me, let me be clear about something. I’m not some desperate woman. I have a degree from NUS. I speak three languages. English, Chinese and i can curse like a chao ah lian in Hokkien. I can read a URA Master Plan and a tenancy agreement and i can read toilet scrawls from behind the toilet cubicle in a Yishun coffee shop.

I am a man, no, a woman of my own making. I make my own choices and forge my own paths.

Which pretty much means when i spread my legs for my client, i walked in, sorry, i meant i bent over with my eyes open and my heels on.

I meet him at a viewing. Not one of mine — I’m covering for Sharon, who’s on maternity leave and whose clients I inherited.

It’s a penthouse unit at a new development along Meyer Road, the kind with a private pool on the roof and marble that costs more per square foot than my entire flat.

Vincent arrives alone. No wife, no girlfriend, no financial advisor trailing behind him. Just him and that Cayenne parked in the visitors’ lot downstairs.

He walks through the unit like he’s checking on a property he already owns. Runs his hand along the kitchen island. Opens the wine fridge. Looks out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the sea view.

Vincent : Not bad. The facing is east?

Alicia : East-northeast. Morning sun, but the overhang blocks most of the direct heat after ten.

He looks at me. Not the way men usually look at me — not the quick scan, tits-face-tits. This is slower. Like he’s reading a prospectus.

Vincent : You’re new.

Alicia : I’m covering for Sharon Lim. She’s on —

Vincent : Maternity leave, ya. Third kid. She told me. Good baby bonus…haha

He knows Sharon. Of course he knows Sharon. Sharon who closes a million dollars a quarter. Sharon who has a BMW and a condo in Novena. Sharon who’s having her third kid because she can afford three kids in Singapore.

Vincent : What’s your name?

Alicia : Call me Alicia.

Vincent : Alicia. How long have you been doing this?

Alicia : Three years.

Vincent : And before that?

Alicia : Marketing coordinator at a logistics company in Jurong.

I don’t know why I tell him the truth. Maybe because he asks like he actually wants to know.

Maybe because I’m tired of showing the version of myself that says “I transitioned into real estate because I’m passionate about property”

Passionate my ass i tell you. It’s the money.

It’s all about the money. I want money! I need money!

Actually I transitioned because I got retrenched and my degree qualified me for exactly two things: marketing jobs that pay $3,100 a month, or commission-based work where at least the ceiling is my own problem.

He doesn’t buy the penthouse.

I know this before he tells me.

A man like Vincent doesn’t buy at the first viewing — he views to gather intelligence. He has his own analysts, his own projections, his own understanding of where the market is going that is almost certainly more accurate than mine.

But he takes my card.

Vincent : Alright Alicia… I’ll call you.

And this is the part where I should tell you that I felt nothing.

This is like 95% of the replies i get anyway. Unless you are lucky enough to get a really good property listing, chances are, it will take a while to sell.

I took a bus home after watching Vincent drive off. He did offer to give me a ride but i told him i’m waiting for another client. I lied.

I just don’t want him to see me as the property agent who could not afford a car.

I went home, cooked instant noodles and turned on Netflix. I looked at his name card and slurped my noodles.

Then i saw the notification on my phone. It was Vincent.

For the first time in maybe two years, someone looked at me and saw something worth investing in.

Not in my ability to find him a good deal.

He wanted to invest in something else.

A potential cum dump perhaps?

‘Hi Alicia, Vincent here. i can’t get the fragrance you used out of my head. Can i ask which brand is it?‘

My fragrance.

Wow.

He told me he love the way i smell right off the bat.

He is one confident son of a bitch.

Now the proper reply from me would be, i’m married, please keep this professional. And if you would like to get Dolce & Gabbana Q Elixir for your partner, use my referral code because i will get a $5 return voucher.

But unfortunately, i didn’t reply that way.

I should have, but i didn’t.

Especially not when my husband James comes home, dropped his laptop bag on the couch and declares loudly he want to have sex.

James : I very horny leh…let’s fuck…

I sipped the salty instant noodle soup and sighed.

Alicia : I’m tired…i’m not in the mood…

James : Everytime i ask, you always not in the mood…Make it seem as if i’m begging like that…

He stormed off into the study and i could hear his gaming rig start up.

Come on la guys. You have mood, we women also have our own mood.

My career is in the dumps, i’m spending money eating into savings to boost listings with no visible prospect in sight, you think i’m in the mood to have sex?

My husband James, he’s put on 10kg since we got married, stopped caring about his body, whines about not getting enough when he himself is gaming till late at night.

And when we do have sex, he finishes in like 3 minutes with foreplay. Then he will say things like, ‘oh last time i can do so much longer, last time this, last time that’

Well, police wear shorts in the past.

I looked at the message on my phone and for reasons i cannot explain, i replied.

I should have just go ‘Dolce & Gabbana Q Elixir’

Instead i went ‘ You like the way i smell? :p ‘

I hit sent and immediately regretted it.

I realised something at that instance.

This is how being a slut feels like.

Coming soon