The girl: “I knew he wanna get laid with me. But doing like this… No standard! I will get laid when I will get laid. Not happy happy can get me one. Think I noneng can bring me to hotel is it? See leg laaaa!”
After which she continued blabbering. I could only stare at her. I was mesmerized by her innocent look, yet I saw her insecurities.
Suddenly she came to me. Slowly. Her hands rested on my shoulders. Her droopy eyes already half closed, squinted from the kitchen light.
Her face now came directly in front of mine. Our noses touched each other. I did not move.
The girl: “When I saw you, I felt relieved. Because I know you could save me from him. He will not stop me he will not stop you from leaving. Thank you.”
And so she cupped my face and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips.
“Mmmm… Peppermint!” She exclaimed.
Yuh, I ate half of Tic Tacs when I saw you. I didn’t expect you to kiss me though.
The girl closed her eyes. Her lips gently touched mine. Slowly she opened her mouth and kissed me harder. And harder.
All this while my eyes were wide opened though. WTF had happened?!
I tried to digest the events that had been unfolding so far. The drunk girl I fetched from Clarke Quay, her hot body, her delicious booty, sending her home, entering her house, rubbing her buttocks and now kissing.
I didn’t want to close my eyes as I wanted to feel this reality.
But the girl was a good kisser. Without me realising it, her tongue had explored in my mouth.
“Shit!” She exclaimed. “Cannot kiss. Vomit smell.”
Duhh… When you got aroused, even shit smelled like roses.
The girl: “Don’t you wanna call your other driver say you late or something?”
Huh? I looked at my watch. 6 am!
By that time I was completely bedazzled. Here in front of me a lady who oozed so much appeal, she managed to stun a man at least 15 years her senior. Never had I met a girl who could tease really well. And she was in complete control too.
I decided I would cherish this moment. My guardian angel had slapped me so hard to remind me of myself. You are a taxi driver. You cannot do this. Don’t take advantage! But the devil in me whispered, fuck it! This is your chance. You are a fool if you don’t take this. You are an old man, no hot pretty girls want you la!
The girl: “If I like someone I don’t care his age, race, shape or size. You better call your driver. I need to wash up.”
She then went to her room.
Err… Shape and size? I had a live Elizabeth Hurley of Bedazzled talking to me.
That’s it. I will play along. Just don’t abuse me.
I sat at the end of the sofa facing away from her room. I took out my phone and dialed a number.
Me: “Uncle? Eh, sorry ah. I got some important matters to take care now. I need to use the taxi. I pass to you afternoon can? I pay your rental laaa…”
At the other end some Hokkien vulgarities rained on my ear. I profusely apologized to him. I could go back home now, but my seven inch tool was controlling my brain.
After a few minutes of free fucking (Verbally.), I needed to fuck someone back. Free too, hopefully.
“So how? Settle?” I heard her behind me.
I turned.
There she was, standing by the room door, a big white towel covering her body.
I swore the front part of my boxers ripped off by my rock hard erected tool.
The girl was wearing only a piece of towel, albeit a big one, covering her from chest to knee. But even the towel could hide her curvaceous figure, her ample breasts bulging underneath. She looked fresh, probably she had washed up for a while when I was talking on the phone.