Jim Rescues a Woman: Book Two

Chapter 1

I threw a ball of paper at Nelson as the guys laughed. Soh shook his head.

Soh: 2 day trip to Malaysia and we’re going to a shooting range.

Eric: Is it the same one we brought Tony to the last time round? Is this client another Rambo wannabe?

Soh: Yeap. Rich people get off shooting stuff up I guess, so listen up.

Soh told us the new client’s name was Ryan.

Soh: I’ve only communicated with him via mail and text, it seems he’s not fond of talking on the phone.

Soh told the team that there were 2 parts to this project. Ryan will be conducting some business in KL first before we all drive down to the range.

Soh: Now. We will be carrying a large amount of cash. 9k USD each.

Soh explained that we would be helping Ryan split up the money he needed to conclude his business since there is a limit to the amount one can bring into the country.

Soh: Ryan will be making a withdrawal as well in Malaysia, so we are to make sure he doesn’t get robbed.

Eric: Why so troublesome? Why can’t he withdraw it all over there?

Soh: Not our place to ask such questions. How clients want to move their money is their problem.

The business deal will take place in a hotel, which we will not be a part of.

Soh: I made it clear we don’t do drugs and shit. If it is, we will walk, and Ryan reassured me that it’s not. Still I said we will only ensure his safety and will not take any part in the conduct of his business.

The money we will be carrying shall be handed over to Ryan the moment we arrive at the hotel, and thereafter it will be deposited in the safe.

Soh: We will then follow Ryan to the bank, he makes a withdrawal, and we head back to the hotel.

Soh pinned up a large map made of 4 pieces of A3 size paper on the board.

We will be staying at Intercontinental in Kuala Lumpur.

Soh: The bank is a short walk over at Wisma. BSN, Bank Simpanan Nasional.

Ryan will make the withdrawal, we will make sure he makes it back safely to the hotel. It’s a short walk away, just a couple of blocks.

Soh: That is it. We are all free and easy and that concludes the 1st day’s work.

Mohan: Hmm sounds good, shouldn’t be hard. Do we have individual rooms at Intercon?

Soh: No, 2 to a room. It’s just to sleep and shit. What more you want?

Eric: What about day 2?

Soh: Ryan will be settling his business on day 1. Day 2 morning we will be taking a short drive to the same shooting range we brought Tony to previously.

Rizwan: Can we play also?

Soh: I don’t know. Tony was generous to offer the last time but I’m not sure about Ryan. He might offer to treat us or if you want, pay on your own.

Soh told the team that since this was our 1st job with Ryan, he wanted us to be extra careful.

Ryan had booked the entire range that day for his private shoot, so Soh said the only danger from that was probably Ryan himself especially if he was not familiar with a weapon. People do get trigger happy and lose their head for a brief moment.

Soh: These kind of people are our rice bowl guys. Don’t fuck this up. We want recurring business, understand? Keep him alive also. These people sometimes watch too much TV, they might get certain ideas about the weapons and think they are James Bond and shit.

Everyone nodded.

Soh: Dates wise, I’m trying to firm them up, so keep the next week free. Kids, grandmas, girlfriends, please make arrangements.

We were dismissed to prepare for another short personal protection project when Soh called Nelson and me aside.

Soh: Alright, Jim and Nelson follow me. We’re going to pay Ah Peng a visit. Tony wants to get some fireworks again. Valentine’s days shit. Feb 14 is coming soon.

I nodded.

I briefly asked Rizwan about Ah Peng after we helped to load the firecrackers into the yacht during the party. Ah Peng owns a couple of old ocean properties called kelongs in the north of Singapore. His day job is still the legitimate fish and crab rearing business but trying to survive on that is really hard which is why he started to bring in stuff that he could sell.

Being a stone’s throw away from Malaysian waters, he had devised a technique and established a good network with local fishermen and other kelong owners. As long as you can name it, Ah Peng can bring it in. Over the years, he had helped to smuggle in all sorts and manner of stuff from Balut (developing duck embryo), considered a delicacy among SouthEast Asian countries, to exotic pets, lizards, turtles and even a crocodile for one rich client.

These are the small ticket items. Ah Peng charges high prices for more challenging tasks, such as smuggling a human. He only does it one way – out of Singapore. Only if you are getting out and word is he only accepts jobs from a handful of trusted confidants.

What would make anyone want to be smuggled out you ask? Well, work permit expired. Committed a crime, who knows? Plenty of reasons.

Rizwan told me smuggling people is just hearsay. It was always someone who heard from someone who heard from someone. No one knew exactly how Ah Peng got his goods into the country. Soh told Rizwan that there are rules in trades like this. Some questions you don’t ask, the same courtesy is extended to you too when Ah Peng doesn’t ask you why you want the goods you want.

We got into the car with Soh and he drove us towards the jetty where we would take a short boat ride. We arrived in Lim Chu Kang and Soh parked at the side of the road.

Soh: Ok, Jim your first time here. I’ll make the introductions later.

Jim: Ok.

I could smell the saltiness of the sea as we waited near the jetty as Soh made a call. About 5 minutes later, a single motor powered boat arrived and we hopped in. Another 5 minutes on the water and we docked at a Kelong. It felt as if I had just arrived in another world.

This is not the concrete jungle that we were used to. Everything here looked so old and makeshift. We walked along rickety planks and went under a large tarp that provided shelter from the afternoon sun. A lazy dog basked in the sun as I watched a swam of flies buzz near a line of salted fish.

A round and stained marble table sat in the middle of the place we were standing at and I assumed it was the dining area. 5 chairs of varying designs and colours were pushed against the table legs and a rusty tin can full of cigarette butts dangled off the side of the table, held by a red raffia string.

Soh: Ah Peng!! Where are you?

A thin and tanned man who looked to be in his forties emerged from a room covered by a cloth instead of a door. He had a permanent scowl on his face as he squinted his eyes and looked at me.

Ah Peng: Who is he?

Soh: Jim. The missing one I’ve been searching for for so long.

Ah Peng: Ohhh that one. So you finally found him.

Soh made the introductions and it was when Ah Peng started talking that I realised his personality was totally different from his looks. At first impression if you see someone like Ah Peng on the street, you would think he’s some gangster wannabe asshole. His tattooed arms, chiselled and tanned face with that perpetual frown, I bet he’s one of those that would surely get some random spot-checks by the authorities along the street.

He might as well have the word ‘bad guy’ tattooed across his forehead but I found him to be a very nice and personable person. Ah Peng is actually quite soft spoken and even the way he smoked, there was a hint of class to it.

He is the last person that underage smokers should see. Why you ask? Because Ah Peng makes smoking looks good.

Anyway, after some small talk, Ah Peng took out a large shopping bag of fireworks and handed it to Soh. There were all tightly wrapped in clingwrap and Soh took a rough glance at the quantity.

Ah Peng: I’ll pack them in ice for you.

10 minutes later, Nelson and I carried an ice box each, filled with fireworks and a layer of ice with some seafood on top. We left the Kelong without anyone so much as casting a second look at us. The goods were loaded into the vehicle, and then we drove straight to Sentosa and loaded them onto Tony’s yacht.

Easy peasy. Job done.

Soh called Mohan to send Tony the invoice and that was it. Soh told me he knew that there was an element of risk even though we were doing the delivery, which is why he made it a point to rotate all the guys with tasks like this.

Soh: Everyone does it. We all take turns.

25th Jan 2017

Wednesday

10.30 pm

I finally mustered up enough courage to call Denise after a whole week had passed. I thought it would be really awkward but it was not. Denise answered the call as if we were some old friends that knew each other so well that there was no need for any formal greeting.

Denise: What do you want?

Jim: I just wanted to call and … you know….

Denise: Are you 18 Jim? Post puberty eh?

Jim: What the fuck?

Denise: Then there is nothing to talk about. Don’t be silly.

Denise asked how was I getting along and I told her about the upcoming trip to Malaysia.

Denise: Be careful. I know the kind of company Soh is keeping. He’s all about the money. You understand where I’m coming from?

Jim: Yeah I know.

Denise ended the conversation casually, asking me to drop by her place for a drink after my trip.

26th Jan 2017

Thursday

8.30 am

We were at the office early that day because we were scheduled to pick up Ryan first at his house before heading to the airport together. We loaded our luggage into the vehicles and the group of us reached the condo in town at 9.45 am.

Soh gave Ryan a call but there was no answer. He dropped Ryan a message next and was asked by Ryan to send someone up to help him pack and gave Soh the flat number.

Soh: Jim. you go up and see what he wants. Mohan, Eric, Nelson stay with the vehicles. The rest follow me to the lobby.

Jim: Better all go up together.

Rizwan: Are you scared he’ll rape you?

Jim: Fuck you.

Soh: Ryan’s text asked for 1 guy. You’re helping to pack the money. 1 point of contact for this.

I shook my head and went on ahead into the lift. I got out and was treated to a nice view of the entire Marina Bay district. Sure is good to be rich. I hit the doorbell several times but there was no reply.

I called Soh on our walkie talkie.

Jim: Soh. No reply at the door. Can you call him?

Soh: Hold on.

Eric had to butt in just for the hell of it.

Eric: Operation Saving Private Ryan has commenced. Jim taking the lead.

I shook my head and ignored Eric’s comment.

Mohan chipped in too

Mohan: D day brother. We’re landing at Omaha.

Soh: Jim, Ryan is opening the door now.

I told Soh that I was switching off the walkies in case Ryan heard another one of those stupid comments.

I heard the door lock turn. There was a loud cranking sound followed by the creak of a heavy door.

The moment I laid eyes on Ryan, my eyes widened and my jaw dropped.

Ryan: Hi I’m Ryan. Nice to meet you.

I double checked the flat number, but I was right.

Ryan is not a man. Ryan is a female but I was not stunned by the fact that Ryan is a girl. Surprised yes. Stunned? No.

My jaw dropped not because of how beautiful Ryan is. How shapely her figure was, or how long and toned her legs were.

My jaw dropped because Ryan had only a top on, totally bottomless below. She had on a long sleeved men’s shirt, making me conjure up the image of some hot babe the morning after a hot and heavy all-night session with her boyfriend, and without clothes to wear so she chose to put on her boyfriend’s clothes or something. The shirt was not only folded at the sleeves, the ends were knotted at the waist.

That was how I could see she was bottomless. I mean her vagina was literally staring at me. She fucking looked like she was a cut out from some fashion magazine. Ryan was just out of the world fucking pretty. I mean literally in your face kind. She’s had that cool ice queen look but her smile, my god, it would melt anything.

Ryan: Hey come on in.

I hesitated for 3 seconds but Ryan had already walked back in. I followed her into her master bedroom, staring at her backside. She was definitely Singaporean from the way she spoke.

I entered and saw a bundle of money on the bed.

Ryan: What’s your name?

Jim: Jim, my name is Jim.

Ryan: Do me a favour Jim. 9k in each bundle and put into that stack of wallets by the side. Thanks. I know I’m late, let me get changed real quick.

She entered the master bathroom and left me with the bundle of money. Wow. I mean like it was the first time meeting her and she left me alone with a stack of cash on her bed. I shook my head and I grabbed a bunch of 100 dollar bills in USD to start sorting them out. Before I could start counting, I froze. I froze, jaw dropped again and so did the bundle of money.

Through the reflection in the mirror of the master bathroom, I watched Ryan put her leg up on the toilet bowl, spray some shaving cream on her legs and hold up a razor. Then in a smooth motion, she bent forward, dragged the razor gracefully up her long leg before rinsing it off at the tap.

I could feel the hard throbbing of my cock as I stared, eyes wide at what was happening. I didn’t believe this. I didn’t fucking believe this.

She bent forward again, pulling up another smooth stroke stopping awfully near her privates as she took another look at her groin area. I felt a squirt of my precum stain my boxers as Ryan shrugged her shoulders once and started to shave her nether region.

I blinked twice and chuckled softly in the room. It was one of those moments in life that you would remember. I mean how often does an average bloke like me get to stand in a posh designer master bedroom, with a view of the prime Marina Bay district, a bundle of cash on the bed and to catch a glimpse of a hot pretty girl in the bathroom.

Life was truly kind to me that day.

I looked at Ryan again and she stepped into the shower after removing all her clothes.

I started to count the dollar bills and 10 minutes later, Ryan stepped out again, totally naked with only a white towel around her hair.

I could not help but steal a glance and Ryan was grinning at me as if I was the one that was weird.

Ryan: Never seen a naked woman before?

Jim: I have….

Ryan: Don’t get ideas Jim. I’m not interested in men, so be professional, yeah?

Jim: Don’t worry, you’re not the first client I’ve seen naked.

Ryan went to her wardrobe and started to pick out her clothes. Her alluring smile and her toned sculpted figure made it hard for me not to keep staring.

I went back to counting the notes and a weird idea popped into my head as I broke into a smile.

So now is it Saving Private Ryan, or is it Shaving Ryan’s privates?

Chapter 2

I separated the bills into stacks of 9k each as instructed by Ryan. Even after I was done, there was still quite a bit of money left on the bed. The whole time I was doing it, Ryan was talking to me. It was just casual surface chat, nothing much to it really.

I kept stealing glances at Ryan’s naked body as she went about her chores. She would ask me a question, dry her hair, give me a reply, check out her face in the mirror, then ask me another question before applying some moisturiser to herself.

Jim: All done. Do I put them in the wallets?

Ryan: Hold on.

I watched as Ryan slipped on a grey strapless bra with some kind of shimmer to it before throwing on a casual v neck top in white. It was not a transparent top although the fabric looked pretty thin. I didn’t see her putting on her underwear but I saw her leg peek out from the sides of the cupboard door as she slipped on her denim jeans.

With her hair still wrapped in her towel, Ryan came over and helped me with the money. I was tempted to ask her about why she needed us to help move it but I remembered what Soh said. Just do what we are supposed to do and don’t ask so many questions.

After Ryan got dressed, she came over and checked out my handiwork. It’s not exactly rocket science, count out 90 pieces and put 1 stack and repeat.

Then Ryan did something which made me feel a little insulted. She retrieved a bill counter, one of those note counting machines you get at the money changer or the bank, yeah that. Then she put each stack in the machine just to confirm there was 90 in each stack. That was not all, she gathered up the remaining cash on the bed and counted it as well.

Yeah I know, I was a stranger after all and this was the first time we were meeting, still, it did not feel good that someone was questioning my honesty in front of me. She was not wrong, but it just didn’t feel good. If like that she might as well not ask me to do it.

I kept quiet and did not say a thing as Ryan went through the bills before nodding her head.

Ryan: Good. Thank you Jim.

I smiled but did not say anything.

Ryan: How much do you make a month Jim?

Jim: Huh? … errr..

Ryan: Just curious.

Jim: 3500.

Ryan: Ok.

Without hesitating, Ryan gave me 3 of those 100 USD bill, asking if I could do her a favour and make some extra cash.

Jim: What do you need?

Ryan: A small private request. Aside from the main contract.

I looked at Ryan as she turned her head sideways looking at me from the corner of her eye with a raised eyebrow.

Ryan: I’m not going to eat you Jim. Yes or no?

I nodded my head. For $US 300 of course I would come to her room later.

Jim: Ok… sure…. Nothing illegal right?

Ryan: No of course not. Just come over to my hotel room tonight at 10 pm and keep this to yourself. Give me your number.

She smiled at me as I tried to contain my excitement. My luck definitely seemed to be improving after meeting up with the guys. First Denise, now this hot babe that claims she’s not interested in men. What do you think can happen when a girl asks you to her hotel room at night and pays you for the privelege? Come on. Common sense.

I could not help smiling at my luck as I helped pack the money in the wallets. Maybe she was curious about men after having women for a while or something. Anyway, I was looking forward to finding out. Perhaps what they say is true. When you had a good orgasm recently, it shows on your face. It gives off good vibes and attracts other females or something.

Just as I finished up the wallets, my phone rang. It was Soh.

Soh: Jim what’s happening? Why so long?

Jim: We’re done. Coming down in 5.

I gathered up the wallets and told Ryan that I was ready.

Ryan told me she was almost done.

Ryan: You want a drink Jim? Coffee?

Jim: Err… no need thank you. You need help with your luggage?

Ryan: Yeah sure.

She pulled out a 17 inch trolley case and I helped her bring it out to the door together with the wallets that I was carrying. I waited for another 2 minutes before she came out, all smiley and radiant as she grabbed her shades, put them on and gave me a nod towards the exit. She looked pretty cool I have to admit. A black backpack went on her back and we were good to go.

I entered the lift first and took the back spot, leaving Ryan the spot in front. When she had her back towards me after the door closed, I could not resist looking at her figure. The soft material of her top just followed the curves of her body, and the hip hugging jeans disappeared into a pair of dark tan coloured boots.

With her shades on, Ryan looked like some Korean celebrity while I was just the assistant pulling her bags.

Ryan: Remember our secret Jim. I’ll see you tonight yeah.

Jim: No problem.

Soh came over when he saw me coming out of the lift.

He walked right past Ryan before asking where Ryan was.

I shifted my eyes towards the hot girl with her arms folded behind Soh.

Soh: Huh? Ryan? I thought you were a guy.

Riona: Haha, everyone thinks I’m a guy. My name is Riona and my surname is Yan. The Ryan came from my email R…. Y A N but’s it’s ok. You can call me Ryan if you like.

Soh: Oh…. Riona sorry for the mixup. Come let’s go. The car is waiting.

Riona walked on ahead with Soh by her side. Rizwan came over to me and jabbed me on my arm.

Rizwan: That’s Ryan? She’s hot man. Got that classy chic urbanite girl feeling. I’ll go introduce myself later.

Jim: Save it. She’s not into men.

Tommy: What? Really? She told you?

Jim: You don’t believe me, you go and ask her yourself. She’s lesbian from what she told me.

Mohan and the rest were really surprised seeing a hot babe following Soh to the car park.

Riona rode upfront with Soh while I was in the last vehicle. Her luggage and money remained with me. Upon reaching the airport, we parked the vehicles and distributed the wallets. Riona shook everyone’s hands and there was no hiding the wide smile everyone had on their faces.

Riona: Please take care of me. I look forward to working with you guys.

I could see the sighs and the sudden slouch of everyone’s shoulders as they smiled a silly smile at Riona. Riona was like the sun and she oozed this aura of cheerful happiness. Somehow you just felt your spirits lifted when you were near her.

Her voice was not the squeaky type you get from the average sweet young thing. It wasn’t the hard and gruffy stern voice you get from the old office virgin with a vendetta against the whole world as well. There was a softness to it, like a melody. Calming, reassuring, and polite. It was like a voice that will only deliver good news. I had to admit, it was quite exciting to be talking and interacting with her.

Everyone fought to help Riona with her bag, trying to appear gentlemanly. Mohan offered to get her coffee, Rizwan pushed to get the 2 spots beside Riona as we walked and Eric asked if she needed some reading material on the flight. Nelson and Tommy cut in front of the group like some rude drivers overtaking on the expressway. They made a 180 degree turn, walking backwards as they smiled like a couple of lost teenagers seeing their idol for the first ti