Chapter 2: Richard Rises To The Occasion
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 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 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."
