The sweltering heat in the concrete jungle is horrendous and top that with the humidity of the maximum city, it becomes unbearable. Even with its drawbacks, I had learned to be appreciative of this concrete jungle, considering it provided me my bread and butter quite literally. My job entailed showing super rich people unaffordable under construction flats a...
It was 8 o'clock in the evening on a Tuesday in late June when Victoria Bidarte was kidnapped. It had been dark, damp, overcast and unusually warm, and every worker on the roofing site was sweating in the 90-degree heat. The men were sullen, and tempers were high. Those who worked on the ground envied the workers who perched on the roof, hammering and stapli...
I am 42 years of age and from Singapore where there's lots of Indians, Paki and Bangladesh come to work. My husband of 15 years, is an agent supplying foreign workers to construction companies and me sort of helping him as a secretary cum accounts. He is mildly mannered when he is sober but when he had too much to drink, he would sometimes abused me which as...
My sincerest thanks to SoCalOvid, for his editing wizardry on this story. Any mistakes you see are mine, and mine alone. The category for this series is correct. Readers: This story requires you to have the willingness to accept an odd and unusual relationship. It calls for an open mind, and an unlocked heart. So without further adieu, for your reading pl...
"That's about right." Julie was looking at me with her mouth hanging open. "But that's 8 1/2 inches!" "That's right little girl. Ever heard the old wives' tale about big hands and big feet?" She nodded. I pointed at my boots. "These are size 14 EEE. And this ring here is a size 15." I slipped my class ring off and handed it to her. She slipped her ri...
The sunlight pierced the panels left open the night before and traced their rays across Sara's face. With the covers kicked down on the bottom of the bed, her petite frame, exposed by the silk nightshirt riding up her tan skin showed the body her fiancé craved. At 25, she was the object of desire of every able bodied man in the office, and a few not so able...
Life was tough in the village. Financial challenges at home denied me the privilege to seek better jobs or even to wait for appropriate jobs offer. After sleepless nights pondering over the directions of my life, I made one final decision, join the others, move to town, take what ever job that pays. That weekend, the village youths returned from their worki...
Andre set his laptop on the desk next to the window and slumped against the mullion, squinting into the sunlight. From his desk on the 39th floor he had a crystal-clear view of Lake Ontario. From here he had a semi-obstructed view of the construction site next door. "Why are we down here again," he asked no one in particular. Across the divider a co-worker...
He was fucking tired. He shut the door of his apartment and locked it. He needed relief. Another hard day of work and tension. He could feel himself swell with it deep inside his pants. He needed to jack off. He quickly began stripping off his dirty, sweaty, construction worker clothes revealing a tanned, muscled body. Suddenly the room was filled with the...
We made it through! Juan was able to guide us right through the center of the hole. I knew he could do it. I have the greatest confidence in him. He's going to make a great spaceship captain someday. The only thing though, as we passed through the hole one of the four solar panels attached to the James Cook's wings scraped its edge. A warning light on the d...