Chapter Five: Uncle Mee Goreng

Uncle Mee Goreng was like a father figure to many young, sexy models. In fact, quite a few of them ended up becoming his goddaughters and affectionately referred to him as Papa Bear. Despite being in his late 30s, Uncle Mee Goreng appeared older due to his heavy drinking and smoking habits. With his big belly, he truly resembled a chubby bear.

I called him Uncle Mee Goreng because he loved cooking Mee Goreng for hungry models in the studio. I found myself craving it too. Being a goddaughter of Uncle Mee Goreng had its perks and drawbacks.

On the positive side, you gained exposure to various clients, increasing your chances of landing event gigs or photo shoots. Special photo sessions were always prioritized for the goddaughters, with edited pictures posted promptly.

However, there was a price to pay. You had to fulfill your godfather's photo shoot requests without question. Typically, these shoots involved bikinis, lingerie, implied nudity, or even full nudity, all done for free.

Uncle Mee Goreng hinted at me becoming his goddaughter several times, but I managed to dodge it until one fateful night. During a period of fewer photo shoots, Uncle Mee Goreng fell in love with a much younger model, who could easily pass as his goddaughter. Their romance was celebrated by everyone, including me.

As time passed, the girl's photos flooded social media, showcasing more lingerie and implied nude shoots than any other goddaughter. It seemed like the perks of being promoted to "Mama Bear."

However, the relationship hit a rough patch after a few months. Rumors circulated among my peers that Uncle Mee Goreng's attempt to marry Mama Bear failed, leading to a heartbreaking breakup.

And then came that night.

At a random party, I found myself dancing with strangers by the pool when I noticed Uncle Mee Goreng drinking alone. Trying to avoid him, I inadvertently caught his eye. To appear nonchalant, I approached him, which turned out to be a mistake.

He offered me drinks, and I accepted, low on cash. Amidst the drinks, he confided in me about his unhappiness. I tried to lift his spirits, suggesting he could find someone more suitable. The significant age gap likely caused conflicts. I advised him that young women dislike being overly controlled.

Our conversation dragged on, fueled by free drinks. Before I knew it, we were in a hotel room, both intoxicated. I vaguely recall him calling me by a different name. As the room heated up, we both stripped down. I chuckled at his belly as he teased my ample bosom.

Things escalated when hands fondled my breasts and lips kissed and licked me. I didn't resist; instead, I found pleasure in the attention. I recall kissing something oily, unsure if it was his face or arm. My pussy was touched with large fingers, and soon, I felt a weight on top of me. Gasping for air, I moaned in a drunken haze, struggling to breathe.

Before slipping into unconsciousness, I felt bites on my breasts and a hot release inside me. The next morning, I awoke naked and alone in the hotel room. Uncle Mee Goreng had left a message, stating he had to attend to work. Money for a taxi fare lay on the bedside table.

After a quick wash, I reflected on the events. Realizing what had occurred couldn't be undone, I took the cab fare and headed to a nearby clinic for a pill.

In the following weeks, Uncle Mee Goreng was unusually kind, offering me job opportunities. Sensing his interest, I made it clear that our encounter was a one-time fling, absolving him of any responsibility. I distanced myself from him, declining any further advances.

I steered clear of Uncle Mee Goreng after that night. Our interactions became limited to occasional greetings. He continued photographing young models in lingerie and implied nude shoots, guiding them through the modeling world.