Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2000 10:43:13 EDT
From: SimonIzer
Subject: The Bracelets of Kali 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 Thankyou - 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. Thankyou"

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 Passer Malum, I do so enjoy such excursions and you to 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 boss. er - ah, my chest, down through my - ah my lower, actually
my whole body seems to have come alive. Thankyou Thankyou so very very much.
Oh my look at the time. I ought to have been in bed hours ago. Good night Mr
Fanshawe. Thankyou 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 smiles," 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 Indian
and the Cheongsam of the Chinese, high collared dresses split to mid thigh
and in some cases even higher.

Dinner of Crabs claws, boiled and fried rice, chicken and the typically
Singaporean dish of Nasi Goreng was soon over. Leal 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 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 street 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 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
there dark, in the flickering light almost black nipples. Nipples that
appeared to be about an inch long. he felt leilahs hand seek out his own and
she squeezed it as if to say. "Aren't they gorgeous?"
The dance over, a sight that left Richard with quite a sizeable lump in the
crotch of his trousers, 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 end 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, swelled and glistened in the light. both inner and outer lips were
opening as the woman danced and Richard watched in amazement as the Womans
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 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, no 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 so old
fashioned.

As he entered the car again he thought he saw Miss Crawford, but it couldn't
be she, the woman was lying on the ground with her skirt around her waist,
her thighs apart. Poised was an Indian youth apparently in his early 20's. It
couldn't have been Miss Crawford as Richard distinctly 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 any 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 Ben
Coolan 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 even Richard
remembered.

He 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.

As he flew out for Paris and 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.

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 strangles with a red and yellow silk scarf and the
material around his genitals was found to have been torn from the scarf.

On page 5 a much smaller paragraph remarked on the fact that:-

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 Singhs emporium has been a delight to the visitors to
Singapore both military and civilian but he feels it time to take a rest.

What awaits 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 for an unknown reason. Will their
paths cross again?