It felt silly to be dancing with Ranji, in an office, both dressed only in shoes. She put the thought behind her and concentrated on Ranji. She danced loosely, her arms out, clicking her fingers. Her shoulders followed the beat and her full breasts swung as she moved. The effect was startling and Sherry could not take her eyes off them. She knew Yhee would feel the same way so she danced in a slow circle until Ranji had her back to him. She took Ranji’s hands and backed her closer to Yhee before spinning her around to face him. She held Ranji’s arms wide and they danced together. Over Ranji’s shoulder she could watch Yhee’s fascination with the swinging riches in front of him. Without moving his gaze, he reached for his glass and took another sip. Ranji was dancing with more movement now and Sherry could imagine what that was doing to her breasts. She looked down at the vibrant body in front of her. Ranji looked very compelling. Sex on legs, as her friends used to say at school.
She lifted Ranji’s hands and held them together over her head. Her body gyrated smoothly as she danced. Leaving her hands together, Sherry held her waist, feeling her hips move to the music. Ranji was soft and generous to touch. Sherry slid her hands up and down her flanks as they danced together.
“Play with her,” commanded Yhee.
Sherry let her fingers brush the sides of Ranji’s breasts. Soft, round, full of life. She cupped them loosely, letting them sway in her hands. She wondered at their heavy roundness.
Still holding the breasts resting on her palms, she reached up with finger and thumb to pinch Ranji’s nipples. She pulled on them, forwards and outwards, restricting their movement. Ranji threw her head back to rest on Sherry’s shoulder and sighed. Her perfume filled Sherry’s senses.
“More!” ordered Yhee. “Play with pussy.”
Sherry left her breasts reluctantly and moved lower, holding Ranji back against her. They swayed together now rather than danced, and Ranji felt hot and exciting in her arms. She was stroking her front now, over the softness of her tummy and down to her smooth, fleshy mound. It felt full and firm under her fingertips. She looked at Yhee over Ranji’s shoulder. He was staring at her fingers.
Ranji leaned back against her, swaying with her hips thrust forward, welcoming Sherry’s stroking. She reached behind her for Sherry’s head, pulling her forward so their heads were together.
Sherry reached under her and her fingers slid into Ranji’s rich warmth. Ranji was excited. She turned her head to Sherry and sighed again as the fingers probed.
“Show me!” said Yhee. Obediently Sherry used both hands to spread Ranji open and display her.
“Good, very good. Now make her come.”
Sherry pressed three fingers over Ranji’s clit. Slowly, uncertainly, she began to rub in little circles as if the pussy were her own. Ranji moaned softly and lowered her arms. She did not move any more, just leant back with her thighs open. She had given herself up to Sherry and her fingers.
Gaining confidence, Sherry rubbed harder and faster. Ranji began to melt, surrendering herself to the insistent fingers. Her breathing came roughly and her hips rocked back and forth. Suddenly, she was coming. Tense and suffering in Sherry’s arms, her body begged for release.
With a loud groan, she came. Both of her hands flew to cover Sherry’s and hold it still against her pussy. She hunched forward over her centre, head down and panting. She stayed there for moments, enjoying the last waves of her orgasm, before slowly standing up right and drawing Sherry’s hand away.
“Oof! So quick!” she said. “I think you’ve done that before.”
“No. Yes… but just me,” said Sherry in confusion.
“Never mind, it was very good.”
Yhee got up and led them to the conference table. He gestured Ranji to get up on the table. She sat for a moment with her legs dangling until he waved her back into the centre. Uncertain what to do, she sat back and let her knees fall open.
“Very good. Very pretty,” said Yhee, and he moved a chair out of the way and pushed Sherry forward. “Now you suck, OK?”
This is it, she thought, this is what I came for. Beyond Ranji, she looked through the lace curtains into the car park below. Hangchi’s van had gone. Ranji rested back on her elbows. Her legs were thrown wide and her pussy made an open offer. It was dark, several shades darker than the skin of Ranji’s tummy and thighs. The plump cushions gaped open from the way she sat and the frills of her inner lips stood out. They were very dark, almost black. Wrinkled together and folded to one side, they hid Ranji’s last secret. The covered ridge of her clit rose above them, fat and prominent, as fat as her little finger.
Sherry rested on her elbows and stared at Ranji’s pussy, uncertain of how to start. “Lick me,” whispered Ranji and reached down to help her. Her fingertips brushed across her inner lips, pushing them from side to side. Sherry was fascinated. The glossy red nail varnish contrasted dramatically with the darkness of her pussy. “Lick me,” she insisted and with a finger on each side of her clit she lifted and spread herself.
Inside she was a beautiful shining pink. She was a flower with dark, dark petals and a delicious sugar pink centre. Sherry moved forward and dipped her tongue into the honey. “Yes,” hissed Ranji. “Again!”
Ranji was slippery on her tongue. She tasted slightly salty, subtle and exciting. Sherry probed deep with her tongue and felt Ranji sucking at her. This felt good.
As Sherry licked, Ranji moaned very softly and her pleasure made Sherry lick harder. She wanted to give Ranji an orgasm and the thought excited her. Ranji took her hand away and the inner lips draped around Sherry’s tongue. She wanted to reach everything so she opened Ranji’s flower herself, pinning back the dark lips on either side while she licked long strokes up and down the pink furrow. Ranji had thrown her head back and was panting. Sherry burrowed her face deeper into her friend.
Ranji was out of control, straining to lift her hips and hasten her climax. Sherry wanted to be deeper inside her and reached with two fingers into her honeyed tunnel. Ranji clasped her and begged for more. Sherry concentrated on her clit now, hooking the tip of her tongue up under her hood to flick at the hard button. She was driving Ranji wild.
It must have had an effect on Yhee as well because Sherry felt him behind her. He gripped her hips and slipped into her. It felt good to be full, but she concentrated on Ranji. She was rotating her two fingers inside her, and sucking rhythmically on her clit.
Ranji came in a rush, falling back onto the table and slamming her legs closed around Sherry’s head. Her fingers pulled at Sherry’s hair and she rocked from side to side, gasping “Stop—stop—stop!” A wave of disappointment swept over Sherry as she felt Yhee release into her. It was too soon. She had been cheated of her own climax. She held still as Ranji rocked on, shuddering through the last waves of her orgasm.
Sherry helped Ranji upright again. She had a dazed look on her face and her hair was a mess. She looked around her and grabbed Sherry to kiss her full on the mouth. “Oh Sherry—that was so good…” and kissed her again.
Sherry held her friend close and felt proud. It felt good to give pleasure, and to cuddle her afterwards. Then she remembered where they were and helped Ranji off the table. Yhee had disappeared. She led Ranji back to Yhee’s desk and took her comb from her hand bag. She sat in one of the soft chairs and combed her hair. She would leave a wet patch on the chair, but for once she did not care. She watched Ranji standing beside her, teasing out her long hair. She looked beautiful—nude and feminine.
Yhee re-appeared from his private toilet. “Right then, ladies, would you like to get dressed?”
“Oh not yet,” said Sherry with a smile. “Let’s see what you can find out about my husband first.”
Yhee looked displeased, but he sat at his desk and reached for the phone. He was speaking abruptly, to a subordinate, she guessed, and did not seem to like the answers he was getting. He banged the phone down. “Now, you get dressed, OK?”
Sherry smiled sweetly but did nothing. The phone rang. He listened and then shrieked in surprise. Again he banged the phone down. “You wait, huh?” and he hurried to the door. He looked short and flustered, and the girls smiled at each other.
He burst back into the room, frantic and furious. “What is this, huh? You think I stupid man, huh? You think I do nothing? What are these women?”
Sherry forced herself to be calm and polite. “Them? Oh, I expect you’re talking about Papi Bombar’s yoga students. They’re nice people, just waiting for Papi to be freed.”
“But—but they got no clothes…”
“Oh, I’m sure they have some. They’re yoga students. That’s how they dress.”
“But it is not modest!”
“No, they’re not very modest, and they’ll do anything for Papi.”
“I call police!”
“I don’t think that’s necessary, Mr. Yhee. I expect they’re waiting already. Can I just look?” She got up and walked to the window, hoping that her legs did not betray how nervous she felt. Yhee hurried after her.
Hangchi’s van had returned and Hangchi was standing patiently beside it. In his uniform.
“You see, Mr. Yhee, I think they’ve had a tip-off that a call girl service is being run from your office. Someone has complained that you are keeping naked girls up here for your customers to choose from.”
She thought Yhee would have a heart attack. His face went deep red and he was shaking. “You filthy bitch!” he screamed as the phone rang.
Yhee sprinted across the office to his desk. “Yes, what do you want?” he shouted into the phone. Sherry was beside him, waving him to wait. He grunted into the phone, put his hand over the mouthpiece and waited.
“They’re in Johor Baru, right?” asked Sherry, reaching for her handbag, “Get them taken straight to this address. It’ll be more private that way.”
Yhee glared dumbly at her, but took the slip of paper. A little calmer now he barked orders into the phone and read the address line by line. He put the phone down. “Now, you dress, OK?”
“Don’t you love us any more, Mr. Yhee?” she said with a giggle. “Can I use the phone please?”
She called Faith and Hope, and told them what to expect and to call back as soon as they had news. Then she settled down to wait.
Chapter 35
Boredom was the single thing Tim expected from imprisonment. When it had crossed his mind, rarely, he thought with wonder of the brave, strong individuals around the world who had been imprisoned for years on end and emerged mentally strengthened from the experience. Of course, they were a small minority of prisoners. Most were criminals of one sort or another and were hardly improved by being locked up. Still, they too had to endure long periods of confinement in a life so pointless that there was little to think about beyond the prospects of the next meal. Or so he imagined.
Now, he was a prisoner himself, chained to a rail and with only a pillow to keep his bare bottom from the concrete. He expected to be bored, his brain parked in neutral. Instead, his mind raced. He was trying to make sense of all that had happened and especially of the ominous Indonesian who had come to inspect him. That man had been really frightening.
He looked at his companions. Papi had turned side-on to the railing. His shackled wrist gave enough slack for him to sit in the lotus position. His eyes were closed and his breathing almost imperceptible. His fatness and his round belly gave him a pyramid shape, a wide foundation narrowing to his smooth bald head. He looked like a carved Buddha. He was either meditating or hibernating.
Alistair was more restless. His cuff scraped and jangled periodically as he shifted position. Wiry and lightly built, his naked body looked equivalent to half the bulk of Papi. He was nicely tanned, the shadow around his hips telling that he wore his swimming shorts only occasionally. Tim decided he was a man that women would find attractive, enjoying his friendly smile and confident good manners. He looked up and caught Tim watching him.
“Thinking hard?” he asked.
“Yes, I suppose so. Still trying to work out what the hell we’re doing here.”
“It can only be money. I hope your company’s feeling generous.”
“Hmm. I wouldn’t count on it. I’m no one important, and I’m not one of the golden boys who are going somewhere. I don’t think they’d pay much, if anything at all. They’d probably take the opportunity to demonstrate how tough they are. You know, set an example. Show the criminals that kidnapping doesn’t work.
“No, if the idea is to ransom us, you’re the one they’ll be concentrating on. They’ll have more chance of getting something out of your father than from my bosses.”
“Possible. I’ve been thinking about that, but you know what? I don’t think they recognise me. I’m just thinking about whether I should tell them.”
“I wonder where we are exactly. I suppose we’d have to be somewhere around Johor Baru, wouldn’t we? They can’t have taken us too far from Singapore.”
“You’re right, I think. It must have been near to eleven when they took us. They would have had to take us to a pig farm to get us into those baskets. Load the truck, all those things, and then get us over the causeway. I really can’t see them getting into Johor Baru before, say, two in the morning. Four hours before dawn. They’d have had to take the pigs somewhere to unload the truck, put us in a van, drive us here, that’s another hour at least. Then they washed us, brought us in here, and we still had at least a couple of hours before dawn. From the timing, and the sound of that traffic, I’d say we’re on a busy road somewhere near the edge of Johor Baru.
“It would have to be an older area with Chinese farms, that courtyard wasn’t modern. I live in an area like that. My house could be just down the road.”
They sat silently for a while, thinking about home.
“What sort of place do you have, Alistair? A palace?”
Alistair laughed. “Certainly not! I’ll have to invite you to visit. It’s just an old house. Victorian. Not so big, but set in nice grounds. On top of a rise, we have a beautiful view south, you can see across the water to Singapore. I live there with the girls and some servants. It’s a nice old place, been in the family since it was built.”