Chapter 59: Something More

I DELAYED MY FLIGHT out another day. Annie and I spent every minute together. Of course, no one in Areola would have known anything was amiss if I hadn’t had to slip into a bathroom a few times a day to change camera operators. That was when things broke loose in Areola.

“Bob! This is great stuff!” Doug shouted when I stuck my head in the second time. “You picked up a new hottie out of the blue. But you still need to catch your flight to Singapore. One more day. That’s all you can spend in Honolulu. We have a schedule to meet.”

“She says she filled out the paperwork and signed the releases,” I said. “Is there anything I should know about her? Any red flags.”

“She was my top choice!” Deedee said. “I know she’s in the rotation somewhere. Go tie her down, so to speak. She’ll be perfect!”

“But I have to interview three more!” I said.

“That’s just this time,” Doug reminded me. “If this all works, you’ll need to interview three every ten days until we have a full season in the can.”

“I might die,” I said.

“Don’t bet on every girl you meet being that ready to jump in the sack with you,” Eun-ha said. “The Asian girls aren’t that fast. Well, most of them.”

“We’ll play it all by ear. I’m not out there to set a record for how many women I’ve slept with,” I growled.

“That would be some record to break,” Peninnah said, glancing around the pool at all the concubines who were out sunning themselves.

Annie and I didn’t just fuck. She wanted me to show her other moves—like on a surfboard. I admit, I had the ideal surfer body. I was strong and tan. My sandy hair looked like I’d just come off the beach. The problem was that I’d never been surfing before. One more new experience.

I managed to get out beyond the breakers and waited my turn for a good wave. I didn’t need to wait long. I got on top of the board and caught the swell just at the right time. On the other hand, it took me half way to the beach before I was fully standing up. And no one had told me how to land. I sprawled on the sand with the board lying a few feet away. I looked up to see Annie laughing at me.

I was momentarily distracted by her bikini. Rather, by her body as displayed by the bikini. One reason I hadn’t seen much in the way of tan lines is because her bikini didn’t cover much.

“You look a lot better than you surf!” she laughed. “Seriously. Have you ever done this before?”

“Uh ... No,” I answered truthfully. I’d been afraid I’d need to transform into my demon body if I’d been washed off the board. I really wasn’t a strong swimmer as a human.

Annie picked up my board.

“I’ll show you,” she said. Before I could respond, she’d headed into the surf and started paddling out to the waiting line.

In a couple of minutes, she’d spotted and called her swell. She was on the board, waiting for the water to lift her. I had to say that she reminded me of Aphrodite emerging from the waves on a sea shell. Of course, it hadn’t been a sea shell that brought Aphrodite to the shores of Cyprus. She rode on my back. And then she rode on my front.

Annie had perfect balance on the board. She was standing and as she cut into the pipe, I saw something else: Her top was in her hand as she waved it at me. I think every surfer dude was holding his breath as she emerged from the pipe and slid nicely onto the beach. She grabbed the board and ran to me.

“Here! Help me back into this,” she laughed. I helped tie her bikini top on and then, much to the disappointment of the other guys, we left the beach.

“I really need to leave tomorrow morning,” I said. “I’m scheduled in Singapore next and that’s a long damn flight.”

“Yeah. I really hate saying this, but I’m going to miss you and hope you’ll come back, even if it’s just for a little visit,” she said. “I’m not going to try to tie you down. You know I applied for that TV show. I’m not quite as enthusiastic about it now, but I’m not going to get in the way of the things you need to do, either. You said you’re headed around the world from here. I guess that’s what you meant by having a lot of attachments. A port in every girl. I just ... Well, if you get back here to Hawaii, this port will be waiting for you.”

She guided me once again into her loving pussy and we made love for hours. I didn’t get any sleep. I just lay there awake and watched her sleeping, her sated smile enhancing her already beautiful features.

The first leg of my flight was Honolulu to Narita, Japan. It was nine hours flight time from Honolulu to Narita, but somewhere in there I crossed the International Dateline and lost a day. After a two-hour layover, it was another seven hours to Singapore. There is little to do on an airplane for that long, even in first class. I did take a little time in the bathroom while everyone was asleep. I locked the door and entered Areola. It was more comfortable there than in my seat, but I couldn’t really stay. I went back to my seat in time for the pretty good meal they served in first class.

The meal was a “Japanese Fusion” meal and was easy to eat with chopsticks. It included roast beef with miso pesto, summer vegetables, and crab meat. Then I discovered that was just the appetizer. It was followed by misoyaki salmon, pickled vegetables, steamed rice, and miso soup. The cheesecake souffle for dessert was delectable. So was my flight attendant, by the way, though we did nothing but flirt. When she discovered I was only changing planes at Narita, she quickly brought me another carafe of sake and went to flirt with another solo male passenger.

I have to say the meal served by my Singaporean flight attendants on the next flight was superb, starting with the caviar on toast down to lobster salad, wintermelon soup, seared sirloin, and a dessert cheese platter with my coffee and pralines. The bottle of wine I had with dinner had me feeling extremely mellow and I settled back in the ample lounge chair. The lights in the cabin were turned down and for an unknown reason, my flight attendant perched herself on the arm of my chair and we talked softly for most of the trip. She often smoothed my hair or caressed my cheek and did not seem to mind my hand on her thigh. The cabin only had a couple others in it, so I guess she could afford the time to pay special attention to one of them.

“You may call me this week and I’ll happily show you some of the better sights of Singapore,” she whispered as she slipped me a card with her name and number on it. “If you like your hand where it is now, you’ll like it better in other places. And I’m not that expensive,” she said.

Wait! Not that expensive? Oh, my. She had certainly been seductive in her approach. I guess some flight attendants still supplement their income in the old fashioned way. She flitted off after bending to kiss my forehead to prepare the cabin for arrival. I looked at the card. Jill Wang. Escort in Singapore, $1000 US per full day.

Hmm. If she was independent and got to keep the money, I might actually be interested. I stuffed the card away and let the fantasy play out in my mind, though I knew my time would be at a premium, just trying to locate and get to know the contestant.

We landed at 3:00 a.m. and I made my way to the ParkRoyal where I had a luxury suite overlooking the city and bay. There was a lush garden outside my windows and a large marble bathtub situated to look out over the garden and city while bathing. A bit much, I supposed, but I tried to match my lodging with the type of woman I was told I would meet.

Speaking of which, I opened a gateway and my ‘production team flooded into the suite. All eleven of the crew members, my wives, and possessions, Doug, and two camerawomen. This was the big briefing and they all wanted to see what Singapore was like. My mode of operation for this one would be having a suit tailored. It would take three days before the suit was delivered and my contestant, Sue, was in sales. It all sounded reasonable to me and the next afternoon, when she’d indicated in her profile that she’d be working, I headed to Orchard Road.

“Four floors of whores,” my taxi driver laughed when I gave him the address. I scowled.

“I’m going to have a suit tailored,” I said.

“Oh, sure. But there’s no harm in taking a look around while you’re there. Everything in this building is for sale. Everything.”

I wondered what I’d just stepped into. I held the door open long enough to let my camerawoman in without being noticed and she moved ahead of me to the tailor shop. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was a legitimate business with samples of different styles and fabrics on display.

A chime rang as I entered and my camerawoman slipped in behind me. She moved away from me and a very pretty Chinese woman immediately moved from the counter to welcome me to the store.

“Welcome, Mister. I am Sue and I will be happy to help you choose your new wardrobe. It will be tailored just for you by Mr. Mohan. Did you like the nice Italian style you were looking at when you came in?”

I was looking at an Italian style suit when I came in? I glanced back and realized that watching my camerawoman would have looked like I was interested in a black pinstripe double-breasted suit in the window.

“It’s very nice, but I have different Italian style suits. I like to collect styles from around the world because I travel a lot. In fact, I’m only in town three days. Will it be difficult to get what I want in that time?”

“I’m sure you could get what you want several times in three days,” she said, winking at me. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’d like something that is a little more Asian in styling without appropriating a cultural thing. So, something that has the feel of this region but that I wouldn’t be looked down upon for wearing because I’m not Asian.”

“Oh, sure. Come and take a look at this. This suit blends some of the best of East and West. You see, it’s a five button design with a Mandarin collar. The jacket is cut a bit longer than western jackets, but you’ll find the detail and craftsmanship of the inside to be very European. Pleated front pants can be worn with either a cuff or straight.”

“Hmm. I do like this,” I said as I felt the fabric. “What is this fabric?”

“This is a heavy weight silk. You can just about choose your color. Of course, if you wanted something more Asian, the bright colors, like red, jade green, or royal blue would be in order. If you will mostly wear it in the West, though, we have the fabric in gray, navy, brown, charcoal, and even a fine check.”

“I like this. Do you think it would look good on me?”

“This suit would look good on anyone who is of a reasonably trim build, like you. Of course, I will reserve judgment as to whether you look good in the suit. I’ve a feeling, though, that you would look good in anything. Or nothing for that matter.” She laughed at my shocked look. “Come. Let’s get you measured up and you can take a look at the fabrics.”

She led me to a room that was much like any tailor’s fitting area I have seen. I stood on a small platform and she moved a stool up next to me to take my measurements. I was a good foot taller than she was, plus a six inch platform. Her stool pretty much equalized our heights. And the room was completely surrounded in a hexagon of mirrors, so once a suit was in the fitting stages, I could see it from every angle.

She measured everything, speaking into a small recorder, and giving all the measurements in centimeters. I believe she spent a bit of extra time measuring my chest and I didn’t think the tape measure was even in the hand that felt how firm I was. When she got down from the stool and measured my waist, she definitely tested my stomach to see how tight it was.

“You have hard abs,” she said. “Look. I have hard abs, too.” She took my hand and placed it against the skin of her stomach. She did, indeed have hard abs, encased in delightfully soft and silky skin. “Okay,” she said as she knelt in front of me. “How long do you like your dress slacks? It’s fashionable to have them just at the heel of your shoe. Is this the type of shoe you’ll be wearing?”

“Yes. At the heel and breaking over the toe, please.”

She stretched the tape out and ran it right up the inside of my thigh until her hand was snug against my balls.

“Oh, my. Better give you a little extra room here or something will get crushed. Oh, and room to hang to the right. I assume this is the natural position?” she asked as she ran a hand along the shape of my cock, dangling down the right leg of my slacks. Well, it had been dangling. It was rapidly stiffening.

She jumped up and began writing furiously on an order form, listening to her recorded notes. She pointed me to the fabrics and I went through them carefully, selecting a dove gray.

“Here we have the total,” she said, leading me to the counter. I looked over the order. One jacket with two pairs of slacks, five pocket design, incorporating European standard jacket pockets. S$700.00.

I pulled out a credit card and she handed me the reader. In many countries I’ve visited, it is still not accepted for a sales person to handle your credit card. They always hand you the reader and ask that you tap or insert your card.

“Sue, I’ve had such a good time in the shop with you, would you like to go out this evening? I know that’s probably an abrupt way to ask, but I’ll only be in town for the three days I mentioned. I’d love to get to know you better.”

“Oh, I’d love to. I was hoping you’d ask. We close the shop at seven. Could you pick me up here? We can go upstairs to The Chase to have a drink and decide what else we’d like to do.”

“That sounds good,” I said. “I’ll see you at seven.”

“Oh, Mister Bob, I need to tell you to bring cash. Most things in Singapore you don’t want to use a credit card for.” I made sure I had my card and left to do some sightseeing and shopping.

I remember meeting an old man somewhere in this region sometime after I’d met Ningrum, the Bali goddess of the sea. We were continuing trading around the coastal villages. One seemed to be quite different than the others. I could say, more regulated.

I had been trading all over the islands of what is now called Indonesia and was told this was a wealthy port of call. I put in at a short pier and was immediately greeted by the old man.

“What is your business in Lontor, stranger?” he asked. He wasn’t unpleasant about it but it seemed like a strange greeting.