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Chapter 10: Uncle Lim (Act 8)
The air in the massage parlor felt thicker than usual, the scent of lavender oil clinging to Lina’s skin as she adjusted the straps of her bra beneath her uniform. Two days hadn’t been enough to scrub the memory of Uncle Lim’s hands from her body...the way his fingers had dug into her hips, the wet heat of his mouth between her thighs.
She tightened her ponytail with a shaky breath, avoiding the reflection of her own flushed face in the treatment room mirror. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her top, sensitive and unignorable, a traitorous reminder of how alive her body had felt beneath his touch.
She heard his cane tapping against the linoleum floor outside the door before she saw him. The sound froze her in place, one hand still gripping the massage table’s edge.
“Lina,” Uncle Lim’s voice rasped through the half-open door, “the hot stone therapy supplies...are they restocked?”
Her knuckles whitened. “In the cabinet.” She didn’t turn around, staring instead at the smudge her fingertips left on the polished wood. The silence stretched until his shuffling footsteps retreated.
Six clients came and went that afternoon...tired housewives and stoic office workers...none of them noticing how her hands trembled during deep tissue work, how she jerked away whenever a man’s shoulder brushed her chest. During her fifteen-minute break, she crouched in the staff washroom, thumbs hovering over her phone screen.
"Meet me Room 4 after shift. We need to talk."
She stared at the sent message until the screen went dark, her cleavage glistening with nervous sweat above the V of her scrub top.
The clock above the reception desk ticked past 8:03 PM when Lina pushed open the door to the dimmed massage room. Uncle Lim stood by the essential oil diffuser, its mist curling around his stooped shoulders. The click of the lock behind her sounded unnaturally loud.
“You wanted to discuss…” he began, turning.
“Sit.” She gestured to the leather recliner in the corner, maintaining three paces of distance. Her crossed arms lifted her breasts, the outline of her nipples visible through double-layered fabric.
Uncle Lim looked up at her, his eyes filled with sadness. "I'm sorry, Lina," he said softly. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just couldn't help myself."
Lina's anger flared. "You didn't just hurt me, Uncle Lim," she spat. "You violated me. You went beyond our agreement and fucked me without my consent.
Uncle Lim hung his head in shame. "I know, Lina," he said. "I'm sorry. I was just so lonely and desperate for touch.
“Start with why you lied. About the prostitutes. About…” Her throat clicked. “About only needing a handjob.”
He lowered himself into the chair, liver-spotted hands kneading his knees. “I didn’t lie. The girls from Happy Phoenix Salon...their manager owes me favors. But after the first time you… assisted me…” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Their skin didn’t smell like gardenia soap. Their mouths didn’t gasp my name like it mattered.”
Lina’s heel tapped rapid fire against the floor. “So you fucked them anyway. How many? What did you let them do?”
A beat. The diffuser puffed bergamot-scented steam. “The first was Asha.” His voice dropped, roughened. “Thick waist. Breasts like overripe papayas that you could see the stretch marks through her cheap dress. She knelt in front of me right there on the tatami mats, didn’t even ask me to take off my trousers.” His fingers twitched against his thighs, miming the memory. “She said, ‘Old man, you want me to suck it soft or hard?’ I couldn’t even answer before she had me out, her lips stretching around...”
“Stop.” Lina’s palm smacked the massage table. The oils rattled. “You’re disgusting. Seventy years old and paying for…” “You think I wanted to?” His veined neck cords stood rigid. “Twenty years since my wife’s hands touched me. Twenty years waking up to empty bedsheets. Then you with your blouse buttons straining when you reach for high shelves, your ass cheeks swallowing up those tight little shorts you think a man can survive on handjobs?”
Her face burned. She uncrossed her arms, suddenly hyperaware of her breasts swaying with each agitated breath.
I visit Asha on Thursdays.” His tongue darted over cracked lips. “She brought toys...a rubber cock she’d shove up her ass while riding me. Said I could choke her if I tipped extra. One time she bent over the footstool, made me spit on her hole before I…”
“Enough!” Lina’s voice cracked. She pressed a hand between her own breasts, feeling her frantic heartbeat. “And you....you didn’t think of diseases? Of bringing that filth here? To me?”
He lurched up, fist gripping his cane. “I always used protection! And when I’m with you, Lina...fuck...it’s not just a hole to spill into. When I slid into you that first time, felt your cunt fluttering around me? I almost wept. No whore’s fake moans. You came on my cock like a virgin bride on her wedding night.”
Her knees buckled. She caught herself on the table, the leather warm beneath her palms. “You took advantage. I said no. I cried…”
“And came three times.” He stepped closer, the cane’s rubber tip squeaking. “Your tits bouncing in the mirror, those pink nipples hard as pebbles. You think I didn’t see you grinding back onto me by the end?”
Her mouth opened to protest, to scream...but only a shaky exhale escaped.
The room’s thermostat must’ve malfunctioned; sweat glued her scrubs to the cleft of her ass.
“Asha charged extra for tit-fucks.” His free hand hovered near the swell of her chest, not touching. “Said most men can’t last thirty seconds between thighs like hers. But you…” His wheezy chuckle held no humor. “That first handjob...remember? You dropped the bottle of jojoba oil, bent over to pick it up, and your tits practically spilled out of that lacey bra. I came in three strokes. Had to change my trousers before the next client.”
Her fingers crept to her top’s top button. “You never…”
“Paid her to sit on my face once.” Spittle gleamed in the corners of his mouth. “Three hundred ringgit to suffocate me with her cunt. Thought I’d die happy. But when my tongue was in you...” His cane clattered to the floor. His next words vibrated against her ear. “I wanted to live forever.”
Lina's mind was racing. She had never been with a woman before, but the thought of it was intriguing. "What other kinds of things you did with her?" she asked.
Uncle Lim's eyes sparkled. "She gave me the best blowjob of my life," he said. "And then she let me fuck her in the ass. It was the most intense orgasm I've ever had."
"This...this... is not happening...." she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "And have you ever done it without condom?"
Uncle Lim shook his head. "Urrmmm...yes, Lina," he said. "I fucked her raw in the ass once. It was so hot and intense. I couldn't help myself."
Lina's heart sank. She knew the risks of unprotected sex, and she couldn't believe Uncle Lim had been so reckless. "You could have gotten an STD," she said. "Or worse."
Uncle Lim shrugged. "I know, Lina," he said. "But it was worth it. Asha swore she was clean."
Lina couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had never felt so betrayed and hurt in her life. She knew she couldn't work for Uncle Lim anymore, not after what he had done.
"I'm leaving, Uncle Lim," she said, her voice shaking. "I can't work for you anymore. I can't trust you."
Uncle Lim looked up at her, his eyes filled with tears. "Lina," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I know I've done wrong. I can't change the past, but I can promise you this...I'll keep my distance. You're the best therapist here, and I can't afford to lose you."
Lina looked at him, her eyes narrowing. "I can't trust you, Uncle Lim. You've crossed a line, and I can't just forget that."
Uncle Lim nodded, understanding her apprehension. "I know, and I'm sorry. But please, think about your husband. He's just started his business. If you quit now, what will you do if you need money?"
Lina hesitated. She knew he was right. She couldn't just leave Rahim hanging. She nodded, "Fine, I'll stay. But you better keep your word, Uncle Lim."
"I understand, Lina," he said. "I'm sorry for everything. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me someday."
The air in the massage parlor felt thicker than usual, the scent of lavender oil clinging to Lina’s skin as she adjusted the straps of her bra beneath her uniform. Two days hadn’t been enough to scrub the memory of Uncle Lim’s hands from her body...the way his fingers had dug into her hips, the wet heat of his mouth between her thighs.
She tightened her ponytail with a shaky breath, avoiding the reflection of her own flushed face in the treatment room mirror. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her top, sensitive and unignorable, a traitorous reminder of how alive her body had felt beneath his touch.
She heard his cane tapping against the linoleum floor outside the door before she saw him. The sound froze her in place, one hand still gripping the massage table’s edge.
“Lina,” Uncle Lim’s voice rasped through the half-open door, “the hot stone therapy supplies...are they restocked?”
Her knuckles whitened. “In the cabinet.” She didn’t turn around, staring instead at the smudge her fingertips left on the polished wood. The silence stretched until his shuffling footsteps retreated.
Six clients came and went that afternoon...tired housewives and stoic office workers...none of them noticing how her hands trembled during deep tissue work, how she jerked away whenever a man’s shoulder brushed her chest. During her fifteen-minute break, she crouched in the staff washroom, thumbs hovering over her phone screen.
"Meet me Room 4 after shift. We need to talk."
She stared at the sent message until the screen went dark, her cleavage glistening with nervous sweat above the V of her scrub top.
The clock above the reception desk ticked past 8:03 PM when Lina pushed open the door to the dimmed massage room. Uncle Lim stood by the essential oil diffuser, its mist curling around his stooped shoulders. The click of the lock behind her sounded unnaturally loud.
“You wanted to discuss…” he began, turning.
“Sit.” She gestured to the leather recliner in the corner, maintaining three paces of distance. Her crossed arms lifted her breasts, the outline of her nipples visible through double-layered fabric.
Uncle Lim looked up at her, his eyes filled with sadness. "I'm sorry, Lina," he said softly. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just couldn't help myself."
Lina's anger flared. "You didn't just hurt me, Uncle Lim," she spat. "You violated me. You went beyond our agreement and fucked me without my consent.
Uncle Lim hung his head in shame. "I know, Lina," he said. "I'm sorry. I was just so lonely and desperate for touch.
“Start with why you lied. About the prostitutes. About…” Her throat clicked. “About only needing a handjob.”
He lowered himself into the chair, liver-spotted hands kneading his knees. “I didn’t lie. The girls from Happy Phoenix Salon...their manager owes me favors. But after the first time you… assisted me…” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Their skin didn’t smell like gardenia soap. Their mouths didn’t gasp my name like it mattered.”
Lina’s heel tapped rapid fire against the floor. “So you fucked them anyway. How many? What did you let them do?”
A beat. The diffuser puffed bergamot-scented steam. “The first was Asha.” His voice dropped, roughened. “Thick waist. Breasts like overripe papayas that you could see the stretch marks through her cheap dress. She knelt in front of me right there on the tatami mats, didn’t even ask me to take off my trousers.” His fingers twitched against his thighs, miming the memory. “She said, ‘Old man, you want me to suck it soft or hard?’ I couldn’t even answer before she had me out, her lips stretching around...”
“Stop.” Lina’s palm smacked the massage table. The oils rattled. “You’re disgusting. Seventy years old and paying for…” “You think I wanted to?” His veined neck cords stood rigid. “Twenty years since my wife’s hands touched me. Twenty years waking up to empty bedsheets. Then you with your blouse buttons straining when you reach for high shelves, your ass cheeks swallowing up those tight little shorts you think a man can survive on handjobs?”
Her face burned. She uncrossed her arms, suddenly hyperaware of her breasts swaying with each agitated breath.
I visit Asha on Thursdays.” His tongue darted over cracked lips. “She brought toys...a rubber cock she’d shove up her ass while riding me. Said I could choke her if I tipped extra. One time she bent over the footstool, made me spit on her hole before I…”
“Enough!” Lina’s voice cracked. She pressed a hand between her own breasts, feeling her frantic heartbeat. “And you....you didn’t think of diseases? Of bringing that filth here? To me?”
He lurched up, fist gripping his cane. “I always used protection! And when I’m with you, Lina...fuck...it’s not just a hole to spill into. When I slid into you that first time, felt your cunt fluttering around me? I almost wept. No whore’s fake moans. You came on my cock like a virgin bride on her wedding night.”
Her knees buckled. She caught herself on the table, the leather warm beneath her palms. “You took advantage. I said no. I cried…”
“And came three times.” He stepped closer, the cane’s rubber tip squeaking. “Your tits bouncing in the mirror, those pink nipples hard as pebbles. You think I didn’t see you grinding back onto me by the end?”
Her mouth opened to protest, to scream...but only a shaky exhale escaped.
The room’s thermostat must’ve malfunctioned; sweat glued her scrubs to the cleft of her ass.
“Asha charged extra for tit-fucks.” His free hand hovered near the swell of her chest, not touching. “Said most men can’t last thirty seconds between thighs like hers. But you…” His wheezy chuckle held no humor. “That first handjob...remember? You dropped the bottle of jojoba oil, bent over to pick it up, and your tits practically spilled out of that lacey bra. I came in three strokes. Had to change my trousers before the next client.”
Her fingers crept to her top’s top button. “You never…”
“Paid her to sit on my face once.” Spittle gleamed in the corners of his mouth. “Three hundred ringgit to suffocate me with her cunt. Thought I’d die happy. But when my tongue was in you...” His cane clattered to the floor. His next words vibrated against her ear. “I wanted to live forever.”
Lina's mind was racing. She had never been with a woman before, but the thought of it was intriguing. "What other kinds of things you did with her?" she asked.
Uncle Lim's eyes sparkled. "She gave me the best blowjob of my life," he said. "And then she let me fuck her in the ass. It was the most intense orgasm I've ever had."
"This...this... is not happening...." she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "And have you ever done it without condom?"
Uncle Lim shook his head. "Urrmmm...yes, Lina," he said. "I fucked her raw in the ass once. It was so hot and intense. I couldn't help myself."
Lina's heart sank. She knew the risks of unprotected sex, and she couldn't believe Uncle Lim had been so reckless. "You could have gotten an STD," she said. "Or worse."
Uncle Lim shrugged. "I know, Lina," he said. "But it was worth it. Asha swore she was clean."
Lina couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had never felt so betrayed and hurt in her life. She knew she couldn't work for Uncle Lim anymore, not after what he had done.
"I'm leaving, Uncle Lim," she said, her voice shaking. "I can't work for you anymore. I can't trust you."
Uncle Lim looked up at her, his eyes filled with tears. "Lina," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I know I've done wrong. I can't change the past, but I can promise you this...I'll keep my distance. You're the best therapist here, and I can't afford to lose you."
Lina looked at him, her eyes narrowing. "I can't trust you, Uncle Lim. You've crossed a line, and I can't just forget that."
Uncle Lim nodded, understanding her apprehension. "I know, and I'm sorry. But please, think about your husband. He's just started his business. If you quit now, what will you do if you need money?"
Lina hesitated. She knew he was right. She couldn't just leave Rahim hanging. She nodded, "Fine, I'll stay. But you better keep your word, Uncle Lim."
"I understand, Lina," he said. "I'm sorry for everything. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me someday."
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