[drhyde79]

Chapter 1: The Boss

James looked out the window facing the sea south of Sentosa, a surprising surge of nostalgia suddenly flowing through him, “Thank you old man,” he thought, “Thank you for teaching me the ropes of the business. Dealing with them is tricky, but it is definitely rewarding.”


He had never thought that the wily old man would entrust him with both his only daughter and his business. He knew the old man had never liked him, but to his surprise, he had agreed with his daughter’s choice, taking him under his wing, mentoring him, grooming him to take over his business. And what an interesting business it is. Everything was smoke and mirrors. The only thing that was real was the cash. James has always suspected that the old man trusted him because he had never hidden his ruthlessness, his greed, and his ambition well. Qualities that are needed to survive and prosper in this business. What surprised him was that the old man trusted him with his daughter. Either he hated her, which was impossible, or he trusted James to be smart enough not to betray her, or mistreat her and thus trigger any fail safes he might have put into place after his death. After all, he was asked to leave the room when the second part of the will was read, and Elaine has never told him what was in it. Still, he was living the life, and if that means taking care of Elaine and being good to her, it’s a small price to pay. After all, she trusts him enough to leave him alone to conduct the business as he pleases, doesn’t she? How many women can he think of who would do that? That is one of the reasons he values her and takes the trouble to be nice and discreet about his adventures so she will always remain that way, a small price to pay for the luxurious and successful life he is living now. Not bad for a once aspiring neighborhood ah beng.

With the latest deal closed and the hardware due for delivery via his front companies in Hong Kong and China, he can count on another million or so transferred into his company’s account by the end of next month. One reason why he is trusted to continue to do business is his lack of curiosity, at least openly. He never asks them why they need a specific piece of equipment. He is only interested in making delivery and ensuring that he makes a profit, or gets a share of the cut, often through various cut-outs and shell companies he had set up to ensure everything moves smoothly.

Maybe they had a good harvest this month he thought cynically, knowing that the North is going through yet another period of drought. Interesting that they wanted canning machinery as well this time... Hhhmmm... The ultra-high precision lathe he can understand... Simpler machinery though... Hhhmmm... His creative mind can conceive of a few ways to use the equipment he is delivering this time... It is funny how the Americans always think that policies and laws are sufficient in and of themselves to stop the smuggling of arms. Who do they think they are fooling? Everything and anything can have a military application. Take cans for example. After you have affixed a magnet to the underside of a metal can and buried it, viola, no mine detector will be able to tell whether it is a real mine or a fake one... Or mix up the fakes with the real stuff, a perfect way to deny an area, at half the cost. No one can cross the area without clearing it first, and no engineer can clear it without seriously treating every positive reading they get. At least, not after the first idiot sapper decides to call their bluff and get himself blown up. And all this for the price of a mine-shaped metal can and a magnet. Brilliant! Or perhaps he is just too cynical. Perhaps it’s genuinely meant for the canning of perishable food so people don’t die from hunger. One way or the other, he doesn’t care. The only thing he is certain about is that the profits from the business enable him to maintain his desired lifestyle, and the side benefits allow him to exercise the power and control he desires in life.

Thinking about side benefits, he is suddenly reminded that his supplies are starting to get low again. Well, he needs to get in touch with his, ‘partner’, Lee Choi Jin, or Jin as he likes to be called, to arrange the payment anyway. Might as well check with him to get resupplied at the same time.

The old man had always scolded him and reminded him to stay low. To minimize exposure, to stay under the radar so that he can continue to profit. Fuck that. What’s the use of money if not to have the power to do what you want and enjoy all the pleasures life has to offer. Women for example. He always likes his women hot and unattainable. The greater the challenge getting them, the greater the pleasure he feels when he is fucking them. And the little ‘supplements’ Jin provides often helps him secure these women. Especially the unattainable ones. Even better, used in the right dosages, and at the right time, he can always get them to come back for more, crawling on their knees like little bitches, isn’t that fun?

He has done some research of his own of course, to find out what Jin is really supplying him with. Various chemical cocktails put together for various purposes. As Jin had once explained to him, things like truth serums and sex drugs Ike aphrodisiacs like the ones you see in the movies don’t really work that way.

However, they do work. Decades ago, the good old CIA had already started experimenting with drugs such as sodium thiopental and oxytocin to scramble the higher order thinking of people, making them lose their ability to hold back so suspected criminals and spies, for example, will talk.

The problem is unless you have an experienced and skilled interrogator, the fucker is just as likely to tell the truth as to tell you what you want to hear. All the drugs do is to make it very difficult for them to construct and sustain a plausible lie. Officially, the USA had stopped the use of these drugs, along with the other good stuff they have concocted during the Cold War such as MDMA and LSD, and even outright outlawed their use.

Jin’s ‘employer’ has never cared, of course, and has, in fact, taken it one step further. They have clearly considered the effects of these drugs, and how to use them in combination. Combined intelligently, one can achieve their targeted outcomes. Take for example oxytocin. If you use it on someone, it will make them very compliant, making it difficult for them to resist you. If you can also stimulate their pleasure centers through MDMA, and follow up with Rohypnol to make them forget things afterward, you get something close to the perfect aphrodisiac cum date rape drug. It’s not as simple as that, of course, James is not stupid to believe that it is so straightforward, the drugs themselves may not work together, or may cause undesired side effects if you combine them, or get the dosages wrong but the chemical cocktails Jin provided often work in a similar manner, sometimes with a single effect, sometimes multiple. What is more interesting is how some can be ingested while others can be applied via the skin. James has always had his suspicions why or how Jin can provide working samples of these serums. He guesses it’s not too difficult really when your country doesn’t have to worry about medical ethics and human testing protocols and have a large pool of test subjects ready at hand at the same time. Besides, he is pretty sure that Jin and his employer are not doing this just for his benefit. He suspects that he is just part of the experiment too. After all, drugs testing needs a wider genetic pool.

Jin is always very careful to write in detail the side effects of his stuff, giving him very clear instructions on use, dosage, and outcomes, but has never ever told him what exactly is in the various chemical cocktails, pills or ointments he gives him nor what his employer uses them for. However, James cannot argue with results. Using this stuff as instructed, various girls have given him almost anything he asks of them, compliant to the nth degree.

He is always very careful to use these in a discreet manner to get to his targets. After all, the idea is to get them addicted to him, and not overdosed or worse yet, dead. Besides, he wants them addicted to him, with or without these little aids and the use basic behavioral conditioning techniques like variable ratio schedule help do the trick. The little chemical helpers are just to help him arrive at his end goal faster. Life is too short to spend too much time going after a single target, right? These useful little tools, when combined with video and audio evidence allows James to have fun blackmailing, conditioning, cultivating or grooming anyone he wants. Especially the women he had always thought were out of his league, or impossible to get, and that is the fun, the thrill of it. Nothing beats the rush he gets when the icy princess, or a rival’s wife, even mistress, cums at his touch, desperately sucking his dick, or begs him to fuck her in her ass. Nothing.

Since taking over from the old man, Jin has been extremely understanding and kind to make these perks available to him. Of course, if he is ever caught in possession of these, he will be up shit creek without an oar, but Jin will never sell him out because that would get him in trouble too. Worse still, that will put his operations here in Singapore in trouble too and Jin is not the type to endanger his duty to his employer.

Just thinking about meeting Jin sent a buzz through James. He always feels like an international spy, or villain when they have a meetup, even if it’s a banal one arranged to throw off the foxes. James is always on the lookout for the latest chemical miracle fresh from the labs to add yet another tool to his arsenal.

Better drop Jin a message to arrange delivery of more of the stuff he usually uses. He might even be amiable to a small discount on the latest deal if Jin is obliging. There isn’t a lot left after his last conquest.

With this thought in mind, James walked over to his desk and picked up his mobile phone to drop May a message, ‘Come by my office now. Weekly update.’ Putting his mobile back on his desk, he pressed the remote to close the privacy screen of his office windows before he proceeded to wait on his couch.