The Bracelets of Kali - Chapter 4

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.

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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 twenty and twenty-five 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 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 cum, 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 cum too Richard, it's all right, I want you to cum." 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 twentys. 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."

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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.

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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 orgasmed.

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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.

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

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 for an unknown reason. Will their paths cross again?

Continued in Chapter 5

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