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Note: After reading stories for a while, I had gotten sick of how long some of these blockbusters may get (personal preference), so decided to write some shorter stories that can probably be finished in one go. Hope you'll enjoy it!


Rendezvous

“Here.” came the command from the voice in the shadows.

Y 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 Y 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. Y 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” Y thought to herself.

Silently, Y 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, Y 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, Y felt the rough gravel beneath her soft, creamy bare skin before the door of the black van finally slid open, allowing Y entry.

The leather seats were spacious and comfortable as Y seated herself into the nearest before the van door closed automatically after her.

In the darkness, the leather on Y's unprotected skin felt somewhat comforting.

Y’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.

Y 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, Y 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 Y, leaving her to be feasted upon by any eyes looking her way.

Y hurriedly dressed and left, another night of work done and dusted.

This is, Y is forced to admit, her life now.