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Chapter 3
The Bracelets
Richard thought that Singh had moved away but no sooner had his fingers closed on the box than he heard the Sikhs soft sibilant voice.”Oh yes, Sahib, a wonderful choice, but I am afraid a very expensive one…”
“Expensive, this? Surely not, they are only poor grade silver, enamel and paste stones, even glass…? Aren’t they?”
“Please look more closely, in the poor light of my miserable store I think you are mistaken, but, dear me, no sir, they are not poor quality, indeed they are not; be pleased to look a little more closely I implore you Sahib.”
Richard took the box to the front of the shop and indeed he could see that the bracelets were exquisite. Finely worked silver, top class enamel and set with rubies, emeralds, sapphires. The bracelets were settled on a fine bed of purple silk nestling in the sandalwood box that he could now see had been fashioned by a fine carpenter. One look in the better light and immediately he was aware that the bracelets were not tawdry but indeed, he doubted very much if he could afford a single bracelet never mind the set.
“How… ahem… er… Tell me, how much is it?” he whispered, prepared as always to haggle as was the custom but still expected it to be way out of his reach.
The Sikh looked at him, now the eyes were like lasers, he felt them looking inside his head. “Tell me Sahib, what brought you to my miserable store? How did you come to find it in a city full of fine emporiums and exotic salesrooms? How strange that you should pick out Narinder Singh.”
“Well,” croaked Richard, there was really something odd with his voice, almost as if someone was very lightly strangling him! “To be frank Mr Singh it was a receptionist at the hotel who advised me to look at your shop.”
“Would that have been Leilah?” Richard nodded. “Then somehow you must have impressed her, she does not treat the proposition of introducing a visitor to my store lightly, indeed no, Leilah must have seen a depth in you Sahib and I perceive her to have been right. There is great depth to you. Please forgive my introspection, but I perceive that all is not well in the marital home. You do not make great anger with your wife, the Memsahib, indeed you try to please her by following her wishes, but I also perceive a side of you that enjoys the fruits of the erotic. Alas, there is another Memsahib, cold, unloved, miserable, it is she who has impressed sexual repression on your own dear lady. You are a man of grace. In spite of the load these women place on you, you have arrived this evening to buy them presents – Sir, not only have you come to the right magic cave as my emporium is to you today but you have picked the perfect gift. Do you know what you have? No, you will not. Dear friend, may I call you friend? Those are the bracelets of Kali, a goddess of great sexual favour, not just of love but love and sexual desire. Kali, the wife of Siva. He who knows Kali knows the absolute joy of unfettered, unexpurgated sexual congress. The Lingam of the male and the Yoni of the female find absolute satisfaction in the arms of Kali. Those are her Amulets of absolute Sexual Desire. Give them to your wife, give two to her and two to her aunt. they will be transformed. Just the wearing of one bracelet will have them searching for sexual relief in all quarters. In fact with all four my friend you can give two to other females of your acquaintance and you will be immediately assaulted by them. Yes, take them.”"
“Oh come on now, they are beautiful, but although the story is wonderful I cannot believe they give complete sexual freedom. My God you are right about my wife but she is so frozen nothing will melt her heart, or should I say yoni? In any case, surely Kali is the Goddess of death – she was the goddess of Thuggee, the name that has come to mean vicious gangster. A Thug. Really Mr Singh I could never afford them.”
“Have I given you a price, have I? Not yet. let us say $7000 Singapore. About 1250 Sterling”
“I agree, I would not haggle with such a price, but frankly I could never afford it, I came in looking for something about 50 for each of them. About $800 Singapore total.”
Narinder Singh smiled at Richard. “Tell me, were you attracted to the box, or did it attract itself to you? Did you feel a tightness around your throat as if a piece of silk was caressing you but at any moment you could be strangled!?
Richard could only stare at the Sikh, this was madness but he could not say that it had not happened.
Singh did not wait for an answer. “You came here to spend $800, give me the money, the bracelets are yours, but first let me present you with a small gift.
Never be without it, wear it always. – It contains a liquid distilled from the testes of the tiger and the Lingam of the Bull elephant. It radiates the strength you will need when in the arms of the women who wear the amulet. Be assured dear man, you WILL be in the arms of those women and without you they will be insatiable, except, and be not dismayed, in the arms of each other. Now begone.”
Suddenly Richard found himself at the corner of Bencoolen Street having no idea how he got there. The parcel in his hands obviously contained a box and he was surprised to find around his neck a thin gold chain holding a glass phial containing a liquid.
Crossing the floor to the reception desk he was pleased to see Leilah still on duty. She smiled and handed him a fax. It was from the office.
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‘WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING OF. YOU KNOW YOU WERE EXPECTED IN CAPE TOWN BY FRIDAY – THIS BLOODY EXCUSE ABOUT TAN IS UNACCEPTABLE. – IF YOU HAVE FOUND
YOURSELF SOME CHINESE TART TO WHILE AWAY THE EVENING I SHALL HAVE YOU DOCTORED LIKE THE BLOODY TOM CAT YOU ARE – I HAVE HAD TO CANCEL CAPETOWN – YOU ARE
EXPECTED THERE IN TWO WEEKS TIME. – ON THE WAY HOME, STOP OFF IN PARIS AND SEE LATOUCHE – IMPORTANT SO DO NOT MESS UP THIS ONE. AMELIA
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‘Oh dear’, Richard thought to himself, ‘god what a bloody bitch she is, how wonderful if all that crap old Singh told me was only true. I should just love to fuck the ass off her when I got home.’
Leilah was speaking. “Sorry Mr Fanshawe, I have seen the fax, it was not preceded by a cover requesting confidentiality. Is there any point in the hotel assuring your company that your delay was unavoidable?”
“No, Leilah, its all right, it doesn’t matter. Look I am just going in for dinner, would you care to have a drink with me afterwards?”
“Yes, I would love to but it is not allowed for hotel staff to have drinks with guests, but… well… ah … if you like. Well…”
“Go on, what is it Leilah? Look, you did me a great service this evening send me to you uncle’s shop I should like to show my appreciation – look to hell with me having dinner in the hotel. If you were going to suggest somewhere for a drink why don’t we both eat there after you finish?”
“If you are sure I should love tom there is a street called Bugis Street. It can be somewhat salacious but fun, if you do not mind. Somehow I do not believe you are too narrow minded are you? ”
“Then its a date. Thank goodness Singapore is city where restaurants stay open for longer than in the UK. See you, where, out the front of the hotel, just after midnight?”
Leilah nodded her assent.
Richard hummed to himself as he went up in the lift, he mused that if Singh was her uncle then she too might believe in Kali, the Kali who believed in Lingams and Yonis always being ready for each other. Hmm, Lingams and Yonis that’s cocks and pussies in English he thought to himself and that thought stirred his loins. ‘Oh yes,’ Richard thought, ‘I am already getting a hard on. Wonder if she calls it her yoni or in the throes of passion something much more Anglo-Saxon… like her CUNT!!!!!!!
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Chapter 4
Richard and Leilah
Richard Rises To The Occasion
Just before the lift doors closed Richard spotted the hurrying form of the middle aged lady he had heard named as Miss Crawford. She too was English.
“Oh Thank you – so kind, so kind,” Miss Crawford said, sounding quite out of breath. “One does not expect, with all the rushing around these days, for people to actually wait for one. Thank you.”
Richard noticed that she was carrying a small leather shopping bag. Not plastic for this lady. She certainly looked and spoke like an anachronism from a bygone age. From her clothes she looked as if she had just stepped out of a film of the 1920s or 1930s.
“Have you been shopping… the night market perhaps?” he ventured.
“Yes, the Pasar Malam. I do so enjoy such excursions and you too it would seem. Do I perceive a lovely sandalwood case in that so inadequately wrapped parcel?” she asked in her quaint old fashioned address.
Richard unwrapped the parcel and showed her the box, allowing her so slip the catch and open it up.
Miss Crawford caught her breath as the contents were revealed.
“Oh how exquisite, my goodness so absolutely enchanting, oh dear me, I have never seen such superb workmanship. They are Indian I believe.”
The lift had reached the second floor and it appeared they were both had rooms there.
“My dear sir, would you permit an old lady to just try one of the bracelets, or more correctly I suppose an amulet or bangle?”she asked.
Richard smiled and allowed her to choose one. As she fastened it around her wrist she seemed to come more alive. She appeared to bloom before Richard’s eyes.
“Oh my, Oh my goodness, dear me, It is an impossibility I know Mr, er Mr…?” she said looking at him. “Fanshawe, Richard Fanshawe,” he supplied.
“Well, Mr Richard Fanshawe, I am absolutely indebted to you, the feel of the bracelet, impossible I know, seems to send electrical energy, through my arms, through my bos- er… ah, my chest, down through my – ah my lower, actually my whole body seems to have come alive. Thank you Thank you so very very much.
Oh my look at the time. I ought to have been in bed hours ago. Good night Mr Fanshawe. Thank you for letting me try on the bracelet I shall never ever forget the experience. Dear me it is with me still,” she said as she replaced the bracelet in the case. With a smile and a wave she disappeared down the open corridor.
Richard had only just reached the front of the hotel when Leilah appeared. She was breathtaking sight. She had changed and was wearing a flaming red sari of almost gossamer appearance. Richard believed he could see the outline of her body as the light shone from behind her. Her hair had been loosened too and was at waist length.
They took a trishaw to Bugis Street, Leilah giving instructions in what sounded like fluent Cantonese.
“You appear to speak fluent Chinese,” Richard said.
Leilah smiled,” I try. I speak a little Mandarin too as well as English and Hindustani. Languages seem to come easily to me. I understand German too.”
Richard was quite surprised at her use of the word Hindustani. Like Miss Crawford it was rather old fashioned. People tended to use the word Hindi these days for the language of the Hindu. Perhaps it was living in Singapore that kept the references to a bygone era.
“How about French?” Richard asked, slightly tongue in cheek knowing it was rather a naughty way asking about oral sex.
Leilah smiled. “Oh yes, Richard, I am told that I am quite adequate in French too!!”
Arriving in Bugis Street they soon found a restaurant that Leilah suggested would be quite acceptable and oddly enough even though the restaurant was quite busy they were shown to a vacant table with a view of the street. It appeared to Richard that the street-side tables were at a premium. Soon he understood why.
Leilah whispered, “I thought that the ‘Ladies Parade’ might amuse you Richard,” she said.
Looking down the street he saw that it was gradually filling with beautiful Chinese and Indian ladies, probably between the ages of 20 and 25 although age was difficult to assess especially with the Chinese. However their dresses were so colourful and absolutely gorgeous. The saris of the Indians and the Cheongsams of the Chinese, high collared dresses split to mid thigh and in some cases even higher.
Dinner of crab claws, boiled rice, chicken and the typically Singaporean dish of Nasi Goreng (fried rice) was soon over. Leilah again leaned over. “Did you like the girls Richard?” she asked. He nodded that he did and she giggled. “Do you know that some of those gorgeous Chinese ‘girls’ are actually boys?
Some of their customers get quite a shock as they get to know each other.
“Now Richard, I know of an area where Indian dances are performed. They are very interesting and I am sure you would like them. Shall we go?”
“At this time of night, why wait so late?” he asked. “Well, the Singapore Colonial authorities do not like people being reminded of the old dances of India,” she replied.
“Colonial authorities?”
“Oh sorry, of course I meant to say Singaporean Administration,” she quickly amended.” Shall we go, or may be we should not attend. They can be a little erotic.”
That decided Richard. His penis still showed signs of the tumescence of earlier in the evening. They caught a taxi, Leilah again giving instructions. They drove up Thompson Road towards the reservoir, then turned by Jalan Ikan Merah, (the road of the Red Fish). It always amused Richard the indiscriminate use of English, Malay Indian and Chines Street names. They turned in to Tampines Road. “How do you pronounce that word?” he asked.
“Richard, I think you have a naughty mind, it is pronounced exactly as you are thinking, not as it is spelt. Perhaps quite right for a theatre of erotic dance, it is pronounced as in penis.”
The ‘theatre’ just a stage with a curtain, a drape, was in the open air and the grassy clearing was quite small. Already there were quite a number of people; Europeans, Chinese and Indians but incredibly there were two empty chairs by the stage and Leilah led Richard unerringly towards them.
As they passed Richard thought he saw Miss Crawford sitting in the shadows, but no, it was impossible. Just a woman wearing a vermilion and yellow silk scarf as Miss Crawford wore in the lift.
No sooner than they were seated the soft haunting sensuous music of India filled the clearing. Richard was quite astounded as the dancers appeared on stage.
Although Indian they did not wear the traditional sari but the Malay sarong, which fell from the waist. There breasts were therefore quite bare and Richard eyes were drawn to the obviously oiled, gleaming breasts with their dark, in the flickering light almost black, nipples. Nipples that appeared to be about an inch long. He felt Leilah’s hand seek out his own and she squeezed it as if to say, “Aren’t they gorgeous?”
The dance ended, which left Richard with quite a sizeable lump in the crotch of his trousers, and was followed by yet another dance where the dancers used silken scarves which they wrapped around themselves giving glimpses of their naked bodies beneath. By this time Richard would have loved to unfasten his trousers and let his engorged penis free, but he felt that impossible of course.
The dancers returned to the stage. Leilah again leaned over and grasped his thigh, her fingers only inches from his throbbing cock. “This is the last dance. Be assured it will be very different from those previously shown.”
The music began, somehow much more sensuous than before. Richard also noticed a smell of musk, a warm womanly smell it reminded him of the erotic perfume of an aroused woman. The dancers appeared each now dressed only in a short apron and as they turned he could see that their buttocks were completely bare and as they danced closer to the edge of the stage Richard could not help but notice that they wore nothing under the apron and the black curls covering
their mounds could easily be seen.
They were joined by a dancer who reminded Richard of the girl sitting by his side. She too wore a red sari. As she danced two of the other dancers took
hold of the free ends and as the dancer whirled they unwound the folds of the sari until the woman who was no longer young, appeared in all her nakedness.
Her breasts were full and high and as she moved her arms and hands caressing the air, her nipples seemed to grow in length. Then Richard noticed that her pudendum was hairless. The slit of her sex could quite clearly be seen. As she danced Richard watched the incredible sight of the lips of her Yoni, the labia, swelling and glistening in the light. Both inner and outer lips were opening as the woman danced and Richard watched in amazement as the woman’s
clitoris appeared. Not only appeared but emerged from its protective hood. The dancers legs were apart as she bent at the knees presenting herself to her audience.
Richard had never seen such a display but it was not over. Her vulva was in full view. It was almost as if an invisible penis had entered her, had opened her up and the dancer responded as if that was the case. Richard suddenly realised that Leilah had his prick in her hand. She had opened his trousers without his realising and was now slowly massaging him. He could contain himself only with great difficulty. He wanted to come, but not there. Leilah leaned towards
him. “Isn’t she wonderful? Do you not think it appears as if someone is actually fucking her?” That anglo Saxon word issuing from Leilah took him by surprise and he almost lost his control and then the woman let out a long scream. “She’s coming. You come too Richard, it’s all right, I want you to come.” The dancer did appear to be coming and Richard knew he could not control himself any longer especially when Leilah imprisoned his cock in her mouth and lightly touched the head with her tongue. He came too, barely concealing a squeal of ecstasy.
“Is my French acceptable?” she gave a wicked laugh. “Come on darling, I have a car waiting. I want to get you home, not the hotel.”
Richard could not understand, first how the car came to be waiting, and secondly it was a pre-war Daimler of magnificent appearance. But it was so old fashioned.
As he entered the car again he thought he saw Miss Crawford, but it couldn’t be her. The woman was lying on the ground with her skirt around her waist, her thighs apart. Poised between was an Indian youth apparently in his early 20’s. It couldn’t have been Miss Crawford as Richard instinctly heard her say. “For gods sake Ali, fuck me.”
As the car drove away Leilah suddenly asked about the gift Richard had bought from her uncle. When he told her it was the bracelets it did not appear to surprise her. “One thing, Richard,” she said, “never allow anyone try one on unless it is your intention to give her the bracelet to keep. If you do the woman may not ever get satisfaction and she would kill for that.”
Miss Crawford had never experienced anything like it. She had had a boyfriend once but he went away and she had never since bothered. Sex with Norman had not been like this. My god she was actually being fucked, a word not normally in her vocabulary. Then the boy was coming, but she was not yet ready, she shouted words she did not realise she knew. “Fuck me harder, don’t cum yet, I want that big prick up my cunt – make me cum – ooh ooh – you bastard keep
fucking me!” But to her utter disappointment he did not make her cum. He just pulled out like so many men did, so her married friends had told her. This one needed a lesson
Richard returned to the hotel at daybreak. he had never know sex like it. Leilah had massaged him, covered his body in oils and when he was begging her to take care of his straining penis which seemed to have reached a length and thickness never before achieved, she forced him on his back and facing him slowly lowered herself. He was looking at her sex. It seemed to be an exact copy of the dancer on the stage. It was wide open and glistening as she lowered herself onto it. This time there was no invisible man, but it was Richard who entered her. He rose to meet her as she engulfed him but he was not allowed to move. He couldn’t move it was if some heavy weight held him in place as she slowly, very slowly engulfed the whole of his now straining cock only to lift herself clear until just the purple shining head of his prick was inside her. She held her position and he watched in awe as her Yoni appeared to slowly engulf him like the mouth of a snake. Leilah did not move but her labia appeared to lick and suck him, milking him. It felt as if many electric fingers were rubbing the length of his dick. He could not contain himself longer and as he shuddered his release he felt a ripple throughout Leilahs body, her vulva shivered and he knew she too had come.
Later that day after the meeting with Tan which came to a very satisfactory conclusion, there were several oddities that were never explained to Richard’s satisfaction. Not then at least.
First Richard had told Tan about the emporium leaving out of course all reference to his dalliance with Leilah. Tan Sung Mi had never heard of the Narinder Singh emporium so Richard took him. They travelled up and down Bencoolen Street several times but could not find the store. Tan suggested that Richard had bought the bracelets at the night market and dreamed the rest. The bracelets looked ok but did not have the brilliance that Richard remembered.
e had also seen Miss Crawford at breakfast, but apart from quite a perfunctory nod there was no other recognition.
There was no Leilah on the desk, indeed the present receptionist did not know her, so could not confirm if she would be on duty before Richard left for the airport.
s he flew out for Paris Miss Crawford, minus her flamboyant scarf, flew out for London. On their respective aircraft they would both have been quite mystified
had they seen the yellowing pages of the Straits Times newspaper of 23rd July 1934. The headlines on page one read:
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PUZZLING MURDER OF INDIAN YOUTH. The body of an Indian Muslim youth was found on the outskirts of the ruined theatre just of Tampines Road. It is an area where many Tamils live and they are mostly Hindu so was it a religious killing. The oddity is the boy was minus his trousers and a small piece of silk was tied tightly around his private parts. He had been strangled with a red and yellow silk scarf and the material around his genitals was found to have been torn from the scarf.
It is with some regret that Singapore must say farewell to Mr Narinder Singh. He and his wife Sa’An, known for her glorious and most seemly interpretation of the Indian ballet, together with their niece Leilah are returning to Calcutta.
Of recent years Mr Singh’s emporium has been a delight to the visitors to Singapore both ilitary and civilian but he feels it time to take a rest.
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What awaited Richard in Paris? ‘Perhaps Mdm laTouche – Michelle – would like a bracelet. My god she is such a raver,’ thought Richard. And Miss Crawford, sitting comfortably in her First Class seat and puzzling as to why she felt so sexually aroused f an unknown reason. Will their aths cross again?
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Chapter 5
Richard arrives in Paris/ Miss Crawford flies Air India
Charles de Gaulle Airport Paris 06.00 hrs
“Attention, attention, M. Richard Fanshawe, s’il vous plais, passenger, arrive dans Air France – ‘allo’ allo’ Mr Richard Fanshawe if you please, passenger with Air France please report to the arrivals desk.”
Richard sighed. ‘What’s wrong now, six o’clock in the bloody morning, if its that bloody wife of mine again I’ll bloody kill the cow,’ he muttered to himself.
It was another fax “Richard, take the next flight out to Manchester, Andre laTour is here in the UK he misunderstood my fax. Meeting scheduled for 2.00pm. BE HERE Amelia
‘Bugger you Amelia,’ thought Richard. ‘I’ll catch a later ‘plane. First I want to see if Michelle is home with Andre in Manchester.’
However it did not seem to be Richard’s day as only the answer phone replied.
He did have a stroke of luck. In the duty free store he saw some small boxes, lined in blue velvet. He bought four. One for the bracelet for Amelia, one for mother-in-law, one for Michelle and one for somwone who might take his fancy at a later date. After all some strange things had happened. Maybe the bangles did loosen inhibitions, not because they had any magical properties, but because they were attractive – in the right light.
If only he realised how strange the happenings were.
Saudi Air Space – 45,000 Ft – Air India 747 Flight 69 – Calcutta To London.
Miss Mildred Crawford settled back in her First Class seat of the Air India jet. The Singapore Airlines flight had gone unserviceable at Calcutta and she had been transferred. A soft Indian voice broke into her thoughts. “Would Madame like a drink, a glass of champagne perhaps?”
Mildred smiled at the Stewardess and told her that she would love a glass of champagne. The stewardess had looked familiar too. Then the penny dropped, the girl was almost a twin of the receptionist at the Raffles hotel.
She soon returned, not with just a glass, but a half bottle of the best vintage Krug. “We shall be serving dinner in about twenty minutes. Is that satisfactory for you?” Mildred said that it was.
It was an excellent dinner and then came a film. It was a little more racy than Mildred expected to see on an aircraft but apart from a young couple at the front who appeared immersed in each other, she appeared to be the only other First Class passenger.
After the film finished, Mildred found herself feeling the unusual urges she had experienced in Singapore and when the stewardess arrived to see if she wanted anything further she was very happy to accept the blanket.
The girl leaned forward. “Miss Crawford, My name is Lila, if you require anything, anything at all before we arrive in London, please call me. I see the young couple in the front seats are fast asleep. I do not expect then to waken until just before we land. I believe they have imbibed rather too much.”
ildred thanked her and mulled her name over and over to herself. ‘Lila… hmm… Lila… now why does that sound familiar? Why of course, how odd. The receptionist at the Raffles who could be her twin, was Leilah. What an odd coincidence.’
Mildred settled down under the blanket and the raunchy thoughts returned. Making sure no-one could see her she pulled up her dress, then raising herself in her seat she removed her knickers. Not being one for pantyhose she now had access to the area which she wanted to pleasure. She felt so wicked. She had not done this since school, but, she reflected, neither had she been fucked in thirty years but she had been two nights previously. Although, she recalled, it had not been a satisfactory coupling. Lost in the pleasure she was giving herself she was startled at the sound of Lila’s voice. “Can I be of service, Miss Crawford?”
Mildred turned towards her, her own fingers still busy under the blanket. Lila smiled and stepping closer raised her own skirt to reveal a smooth vaginal mound, and from her lower position Mildred could see it as a split peach. Again it reminded her of Singapore. Something at the back of her mind… Yes!
The dancer who not only appeared to simulate intercourse but actually seemed to have an invisible lover.
“There is no-one here Mildred, you don’t mind me calling you Mildred do you?” Lila removed the blanket and also appeared to touch a switch as the two seats immediately formed into a bed. Without being asked Mildred swung up her legs and parted them as Lila, dropping her own skirt, knelt between the open thighs.
A greedy tongue was lapping between the glistening labia where Mildred’s fingers had already been busy but this was far superior. Mildred remembered Kathleen, her room mate at university, so very long ago, but Mildred knew exactly what she wanted to do. She pulled at Lila who immediately knew what was required and swung around so that both women were in the old recognised position of soixante-neuf, the mutually pleasing 69 position where, over the next half hour, they mutually satisfied each other. Both women enjoyed multiple orgasms. The little death.
Afterwards, Lila asked if she might visit Mildred on some future visit to London and Mildred was only too pleased to give her the address.
Mildred Crawford was coming alive.