Mama-san EastCoastLife

I met up with my female wards at Orchard Road to bring them shopping. There were 8 of them. 5 from China and 3 from Japan. 8 young, pretty and sexy girls in mini skirts and hot pants. We first went to Paragon Shopping Centre and then to Ngee Ann City. Many people took more than a look at us.

In the boutiques, the girls would try some clothes and they would pose for me as I sat waiting for them.

"Mummy, Mummy, look! Is it nice?"

"Mama-san, I think this is too long? No?"

Yes, my wards call me Mummy or Mama-san. I didn't ask them to do that but they just do it. It's ok if they are boys or we are in our homes but when they keep calling me Mummy or Mama-san in the public, people start looking at us in a funny way.

You see, in Singapore the lady in charge of her group of girls in a nightclub or a Karaoke lounge is called Mummy or Mama-san, it is abused in such instances. To many people, it would just mean 'pimp'.

I was reading a magazine while waiting for the girls in a high-end boutique, when a middle-aged man sitting opposite me couldn't contain his curiosity and asked in Cantonese,"You are from which nightclub?"

I was quite annoyed but feeling quite cheeky, I couldn't help teasing him. Showing my most radiant smile, I replied ambiguously,"We are not from a nightclub. They are all university students." Which is true.

At this moment, the girls emerged from the fitting room to show off their choices. I whispered to the girls about the old man and they broke into laughter. Mei suggested 'working up his appetite'.

One by one they started posing in their attire, showing off their youthful assets. I smiled at them and made suggestions and stole glances at the humsup lo (dirty old man). He was loving it! Gleefully, he was enjoying this sideshow, I could almost see him drooling and sprouting a nose bleed. My girls are hot!

Then his mate came out of the fitting room to seek his opinion. She was in her early twenties and of course she could not be compared to my girls. The man wasn't paying much attention to her even as she twirled and turned in front of him. Sensing his loss of interest, she started pouting and glared at us. Silly girl! She should know men better.

My girls went to change and I resumed my reading. The odd couple started bickering. Chris walked in and sat beside me. I told him what happened. And he chided me.

When the girls returned, they saw Chris and addressed him Daddy. I purposely raised my voice, and said "Mr Tan, please pay the bills." Nana, ever the smart girl, immediately got the hint and said,"Thanks Daddy." And there was a chorus of "Thank you, Daddy." And they even hugged him. The old man was stunned and there was disbelief on his face.

Now, Chris was the one who gleefully went to settle the bills.