Chapter 8
Chapter Eight - Mr Nsync
“Love is hard to find, hard to keep, and hard to forget.”
Often Mr Nsync would post some painful love quotes like the above on his Facebook status. In his mid-twenties, Mr Nsync is a self-claimed photographer that traveled frequently between KL and Singapore for shooting models. He once told me he shot more than 100 models before, but I did not know if he referred to shooting them at events or personal shooting.
Looking at his photos, I did not find his pictures attractive at all. If compared to Fatty J or EI, I guess he did not even reach 1% of their skills, even though he was using some pro camera, which I could not remember the model. But sometimes, working as models, we need to tell some white lies or else we wouldn't be getting paid by such photographers to do shoots.
Mr Nsync wanted to do TFCD shoots with me actually. But I firmly rejected his requests as it would be a complete waste of time if he did not even spend much effort in editing. So after the Nth time of him asking me to do TFCD Fashion shoots, he gave up and asked me for my price for doing lingerie shoots. I quoted him a higher price, and to my surprise, he agreed.
So the next day we met up.
Mr Nsync booked a hotel room and we proceeded with the lingerie shoot. I was wearing black lace lingerie and I did notice that he did not really shoot much of me but more of just looked at me instead. Usually, based on my experience, self-claimed photographers would take pictures like a machine gun when they see women in lingerie or bikini. Some even got so excited that they use flash in the wrong way that really can blind us somehow. So out of curiosity, I asked Mr Nsync was there anything wrong with my poses or something.
"Nothing is wrong with you, Cat. Just that you reminded me of her".
"Who is she?" I asked further.
So we paused the shoot for a while and Mr Nsync started to tell me the sad story of his ex-girlfriend who was a KL model as well. He and his ex were together for a couple of months or so. It was then he found out his ex-girlfriend was dating another guy behind him and to his horror, he found out that actually, he himself was the third party.
Mr Nsync started to be very emotional and told me that he would pay me for the shoot in full sum even though we did only half of the time. After paying me the money, he left and told me to keep in touch with him. Somehow I pitied him a bit as I was hurt in love before.
A week after the shoot, Mr Nsync messaged me in a strange way. He posted another painful love quote to me, then asked how was I. Out of concern, I chatted with him for a while but he started to get more emotional, saying that life was pretty meaningless without her and so on. Somehow I got a bad feeling that Mr Nsync wanted to suicide, but suddenly, he asked me if I was free to join him for a drink.
Rejecting him seems pretty harsh in my opinion as I was quite scared that he might do silly things. So in the end, I agreed and we met at a bar for some drinks. When I reached the bar, Mr Nsync was already drinking. He seems a bit drunk already, but he could still speak to me clearly.
"Hi Cat, thanks for coming. Have a seat and order some drinks." He picked up his cup and continued to drink.
"Why are you drinking so much?" I asked out of concern.
That was a bad move. Mr Nsync started to pour his sorrows again, saying he missed his ex-girlfriend and how she was a slut to double-time him and another guy.
Then he kept asking me to drink as well or else he drank even more alone. The whole thing lasted about an hour or so before Mr Nsync decided to go to another location. I was not drunk this time round for goodness sake after learning my lesson.
We ended up in a nearby park. Mr Nsync started to be more emotional again and started to talk nonsense about death and being reborn. I got scared somehow and I kept asking him to forget about his ex-girlfriend and move on. Then suddenly, Mr Nsync got hold of me and started to call his ex-girlfriend name, Mabel.
"Mabel don't leave me! Please don't leave me!" he cried...
He started to hug me tight and kiss me over the neck. I struggled to get away but the more I struggled, the harder he hugged me.
"I'm not your ex-girlfriend! Wake up!" I screamed at Mr Nsync and gave him a kick.
He groaned in pain.
"I am sorry Cat! Stop kicking me!" Mr Nsync suddenly said out in a rush. I was shocked to see that actually he pretended to be drunk.
I got very angry with him and demanded him to tell me everything that was the truth. So he told me that he made use of his story with his ex-girlfriend as an excuse so that he could get fresh with models who pitied him. He told those potential models the same story and acted according to their reactions. So he told me that I was one of the few ones that actually believed him.
"You are damn sick you know?! How can you take advantage of us?!" I scolded him with strong anger. He reminded me of sicko Mr Toy, Fatty J, and so on who made use of my kindness and weakness to achieve their lust.
"I'm very sorry... I just miss the times I had with Mabel, especially the time she ordered me to have sex in her boyfriend's house." Then after pressing for more truth, I realized Mr Nsync liked the idea of being a sex slave or something, thus resulting in him having such a crazy idea of lying to girls to get fresh with them first and then see if they could become his girlfriend later out of pity before he asked them to punish him in whatever way they wanted.
Something evil lurked in my mind. I did not know why I got such evil thoughts.
"Go get a pack of condoms now! I will wait for you here!" I shouted at him. Mr Nsync got shocked but he obeyed and rushed to the nearest 7-11 from the park. About 15 minutes or so, he came back all sweaty with a box of condoms in his right hand.
"Take off your pants behind that big tree and put on a condom! I will let you fuck me." I gave him another order.
I guess Mr Nsync got pretty shocked at my decision to let him fuck me. Even for myself, I did not believe that I could say such things to a guy. So believing me somehow, he ran as fast as he could and did what I ordered me.
I slowly walked over to the big tree and looked at him fiercely, "I want you to fuck me from behind now as deep as you can! You cannot cum until I tell you so! If you cum earlier, I would kick your balls straight!" I said with a stern voice.
With that order given, I pulled down my panties and opened up my dress high such that Mr Nsync could see my ass in the dim light. Perhaps he was too nervous, Mr Nsync was not able to bring up his little brother. I helped him out with a quick hand job while he tried to touch my boobs. I slapped his hands hard and asked him not to touch me at all without my permission.
Somehow I was not myself. Perhaps due to past experiences of being a victim, I did not want guys to treat me like a sex toy, but in reverse, they should be my plaything. After a few minutes of stroking, Mr Nsync was finally ready for his doggie attack that I ordered him to do.
He started to thrust me hard from behind, straight into my wet pussy. But I was not satisfied. I kept scolding him for being not hard enough and warned him not to cum until I said so. All the scoldings and pressuring seems to add pressure to the spec-guy who was using all his might to bonk me hard in the doggie position while still trying to keep calm such that he would not be over-excited to ejaculate out.
My plan worked.
I was able to control him and made him entertain me. I moaned at a controlled volume so that I would not alert anyone passing in the park. Doing sex in a park was rather a fantasy that came true. Finding a big tree for the cover was great enough even though some might think doing it in bushes would be better.
I did not like the latter as I was afraid of ants or centipedes crawling onto my body while lying down. Doing doggie style was better as if anyone passed by, I could have enough time to flip down my skirt to cover up while the guy could just turn around or used his shirt to cover up his dick.
Soon Mr Nsync was exhausted and too excited that he wanted to shoot his load. But I denied his request.
"Continue fucking me, I warn you! Don't cum out yet!" I demanded him.
Recalling back at this moment, I wanted to laugh as I usually will not be so fierce toward a guy. It was fun torturing a guy not to cum while fucking. By the time I had enough of thrusting, I asked Mr Nsync to stop. Immediately he took it out and the condom was then filled with his cum in a few seconds.
"Don't contact me anymore." I threw these words to him as I walked off.
"Why?" Mr Nsync kept asking.
I never replied to him anymore.
After that night, Mr Nsync did try to ask me out again but I warned him not to disturb me anymore or else I would tell everyone how small was his dick. He got scared somehow and did not contact me anymore.
I did not know if he still used the same old trick to gain sympathy from event models. But one thing for sure, he surely would continue to shoot models, acting like a professional. But I am sure he would avoid me like a plague from now onwards.