Sex & The Church III

Title: Sex & The Church III

Synopsis: The seedy side of church and its virile young men out to get laid.
 

Disclaimer:

The following contains some Christian scenes written in a Christianly way.

All characters appearing in this work are Christians.

Any resemblance to persons living or dead is a miracle. 

List of Characters:

Jason Loh – resident glutton

Goh Xin Yuen – resident rapist

Alan – Alabama Man

Melinda – soap opera villainess

Steven – cell warden

Kuantan Nurse – fresh meat 1#

Micha – fresh meat 2#

Alice – gossipmonger 1#

Helen – gossipmonger 2#

Pastor Daniel Ho –  the pontiff 

Chapter 3: Creepy Guy from Cell

So how does an alpha male lion secure his dominion over his pride of cats? Through a grand display of physical prowess meant to test the opponent’s strength. Like the King of Jungle, men born in the month of August are not above showing off their might to their prospective rivals, much like peacocks pruning their feathers in a beauty competition. And Xin Yuen was a fiery young lion eager to impress. With his lofty megalomaniac ambitions of conquering the corporate world, he would stop at nothing in his thirst for power. Typically, his presence in the Friday cell group was marked by egocentric bursts of conversations and dialogues about business transactions and funny office anecdotes, all geared towards self-glorification. Incidentally, it was my first day in Steven’s cell and I would rather keel over than to sit quietly through a bout of undisguised bragging. Debates happen to be my forte, and unluckily for Xin Yuen, I enjoyed rocking the boat.

“After today, I don’t respect people who claimed to have PhDs or doctorates,” he began dinner by lambasting the so-called academicians. With much glee, he recounted the tale of a man rushing into his company, demanding to speak to the boss without realizing that Xin Yuen himself was the executive director. To rub salt to injury, the man could not present a logical business proposal worth discussing, although he professed to be a PhD holder. This was embarrassing to say the least, but the dismissive tone Xin Yuen used to describe the man made it clear that he thought very little of the intelligence of postgraduates, or their ability to spin money.  

The rest of the cell group members sat meekly like an appreciative audience, ready to clap their hands at his bravado. Nobody uttered a word of protest at his unfair judgment of academicians. Why were they behaving like his minions? I wondered. Was it because he was a rich brat born with a silver spoon? Worse, I saw a glimmer of admiration in the eyes of Melinda, a female who was clearly captivated by the lion’s authoritative growl. It was infuriating. I did not know which was more disgusting, the fact that the DUMC cell group was a bunch of lackeys, or the knowledge that Christianity encouraged spinelessness. I felt a rush of hot blood in my veins, a pang of anger towards Xin Yuen. Well, I’ll be damned if I do not defend the honour of academics, being myself an aspiring professor. The insults hurled towards the good name of higher education must be avenged! The bile rising in my throat, I rose to the challenge of repudiating the lion’s bigotry. It led to a Mexican-style standoff with Xin Yuen.        

  “An educator is more noble than a businessman,” I began, “they need to sacrifice time and energy to teach future doctors or engineers. It is a thankless job, yet they are unsung heroes. Unlike businessmen who only think of money, money, money,” I couldn’t help letting the venom drip.

“Ah but businessmen help millions by creating job opportunities. So many people rely on businessmen to feed their families. Without the industry, they would be jobless,” he retorted in a blink of an eye.

“No doubt they provide jobs for the masses but businessmen are motivated by greed for profit. Selfish motivation. They wouldn’t employ people unless it’s profitable. Businessmen are calculative, they think like good accountants,” I was getting on fire, vowing to teach Xin Yuen a lesson. The lion’s ego must be crushed. He must be humbled, brought down to earth.

“You’re wrong. Businessmen are not good accountants. A clever businessman hires good accountants. It’s also bad business sense to think only of profit. That’s why many companies fold after a while. Because the stupid boss only thinks of profit. Me? I get happy when I see expenditures! Because bla, bla, bla, bla...” he started delivering a lecture on Economics 101 in a most self-congratulatory, obnoxious tone of voice.

While the tableful of minions were held under his spell, I was curiously fixated on his mouth. I saw him gobbled his dinner quickly, wolfing down 3 plates of food in a voracious manner. There was something almost hypnotic about watching a hungry man demolishing his meal. Surreptitiously, my eyes trailed to Xin Yuen’s mouth, tracing the way those lips slurped the bowl of dessert, and the bulge on those throat as it gulped down the sweet liquid. Lurid, tantalizing thoughts started swirling in my mind; those same teasing thoughts which had struck me when I first saw him eating Ramen in Midvalley. Goddammit. What the hell is wrong with me?

At this unfortunate moment, Melinda chose to interject by introducing the topic of Chinese Animal Zodiac. It was oddly befitting how Xin Yuen was born in the Year of Tiger, a carnivorous beast. Casually, I made a remark, “A Tiger is suited to be the boss of a company...his employees would be mostly Goats, Pigs, Horses, Rabbits, etc. His staff are his food, and he would enjoy eating them up.” Obviously, my mind never left the idea of his rapacious mouth feasting on meals... Once I had fixed my thoughts on something, it was hard for me to divert my mental energy into another channel. Curse myself for having such a vivid imagination!

Apparently, my musings cracked Melinda up. The other cell members joined in the laughter. Opposite, I watched Alan observing my facial expression with unexpected rigour and fascination. His whole demeanour, as a whole, suggested a man besotted with beauty. Yet it was an unattainable fantasy. I was not a dumb female ignorant of my charms, but a sensible voice in my head rebuked me gently, telling me not to fall into my wicked old ways of luring the opposite sex into a wild goose chase. The list of casualties was long but somehow I always managed to slip under the radar with those large, child-like eyes of mine. Like a repentant vixen who has suddenly seen the error of her ways, I have vowed to turn over a new leaf and nothing could break my resolve to lead a morally pristine life.

After dinner, Xin Yuen offered to escort me to Steven’s apartment. I pressed the pedal and floored the gas, but his presence beside me as co-driver was disturbing. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat; eyes distracted by the road ahead... It did not help that he was in a particularly mischievous mood. “I live in a big house, and I’m all alone at night. I need company,” he purred suggestively, leaving the insinuations of his sentence hanging in the air. I had difficulty steering the wheel. A sudden thought hit me: If we get to Xin Yuen’s house, would he eat more food?