Her Master's Voice

by Jacqueline George

  Then they had insisted on getting her dressed again. They wanted to celebrate at the Pizza Hut in the shopping centre and they wanted Sherry to put on her finest. She let them dress her and did not object when Janice selected a dress she had bought for her flute-playing lessons. They would go to the Pizza Hut looking like three high-class tarts.

  They tripped back home along the rough pavement, arm in arm. Their tummies were full of pizza and Tiger beer. The tensions of the two past days had already faded away and been replaced by a pleasant relaxation. Sherry started to feel secure again; her friends walked beside her, and she expected Tim home tomorrow.

  They walked quietly along Holland Road, heels clicking on the concrete. She was happy, but there was the sense of a chapter coming to an end. Tim would have to move on, to leave Singapore. Even if they wanted to stay, Krumbeins would move them on. They would not tolerate one of their engineers being kidnapped and it would take more than a phone call from Hangchi to change their minds. Oh well, nothing was permanent in the parallel world of the oil patch. She always held at the back of her mind the thought that she would have to leave Singapore sooner or later. Assignments were meant to last two years, but business was a fluid thing and engineers were usually moved before their time. They would have their marching orders soon.

  They turned into Moonbeam Walk and she stopped in front of their house. It was a pleasant place, two storeys and a patch of tropical garden front and back. It had made a good home for them. The windows were open and welcoming behind the security grills. They had been comfortable there before, but since the recent changes to her life it held even happier memories. She would not be exactly pleased to leave, but she would be excited. It was time to move on, to follow Tim to somewhere strange. It would be a very different Sherry that boarded the plane out—smarter, hungrier, sexier.

  She was laying nude under the sheet, drifting towards sleep, when the door clicked open and Darti and Janice came in. Darti had wrapped a sarong around herself, but Janice liked to show off her breasts. She was naked except for the inevitable panties to cover her uncertainty. They were smiling like naughty children as they came to her. Sherry moved into the middle of the bed to give them room on each side. She wrapped an arm around each of them and they snuggled up. Their long, strong hair was draped over her shoulders. She felt like the earth mother.

  “What are you two going to do if we leave Singapore?”

  “You go, Sherry?” asked Darti. “No, you stay Singapore. We love you, Sherry.”

  Janice felt the same. “You stay, Sherry. We all stay here.”

  “I don’t know,” she pondered. “I think Tim will have to go soon. His company will send us somewhere else.”

  “Where you go, Sherry?”

  “I don’t know. Could be almost anywhere. Anywhere that has oil-wells.”

  Darti thought for a while. “OK. No problem. You go, and we live with Hangchi. We make him very happy, but better you stay. We love you, Sherry.” She pulled herself up to kiss Sherry’s cheek. “You are very special lady, Sherry.”

  A shiver ran through Sherry as she felt Janice’s hand on her breast. “So big!” whispered Janice.

  Sherry forced herself to relax. She was with friends, she told herself, as Darti took possession of her other breast. She stared at the ceiling and enjoyed the small hands stroking her and pulling at her nipples. Deep inside she felt herself opening and yielding.

  Her hands were loose on their shoulders now as they leaned over her, nibbling and suckling at her. She stroked their hair, happy to give to her friends. Janice was laying half on top of her, holding her breast with both hands and tormenting its button with her teeth. She felt Darti’s hand on her stomach and gave herself immediately. She sighed as the fingers dipped between her thighs, searching for her centre.

  There was nothing for her to do. Her legs had fallen open and the girls held her thighs between their own. She thought she could feel Darti’s little brush of hair pressed against her and her soft dampness below. On her other thigh the lace of Janice’s panties slid insistently against her skin.

  They were touching her as only women can. Softly, delicately, searching, probing and pulling. She felt swollen and hungry, and already wet. She was slippery and their fingers slid freely up and down the folds of her sex. Inevitably, her excitement mounted. She was surprised at her response, so quick and so hungry. Fingers were rubbing her clit while others probed her entrance. One of them—Janice?—was reaching fingers into her, opening and stretching her pussy. Suddenly, she was coming, in a rush, without warning. She struggled, trying to free herself from the agony but her liberty was in their hands. They controlled her, squeezing and pulling as they drew her orgasm on and on, giving her waves of pleasure.

  Darti laughed at her. “Oooh, Sherry! So quickly! I think you are too hungry.” She let Sherry close her legs but did not remove the hand she kept pressed against her pussy. “You like?”

  “Oh yes. I like very much,” Sherry said as another shudder ran through her, “You’re both very clever. No, no, stop! Let me rest for a minute.” She struggled free of them. “That was fantastic, but now it’s your turn.”

  Darti wriggled into the middle of the bed and put her hands behind her head. “I like,” she announced and her friends fell on her.

  Her size enchanted Sherry. Darti was a woman, Tim said she had grown up children, but in Sherry’s hands she felt no bigger than a child. Her chest was slim and hard. Her breast was comfortable in Sherry’s hand, and she wondered at the shape and smoothness of it. The chance to play with Darti’s breast was fascinating. She pulled at it, moulded it and flicked her thumb slowly over its rubbery button. It crossed her mind that Tim must have done much the same when he made love to Darti. She lowered her head to suck at the proud nipple and worry it with her teeth. Beside her, Janice was doing the same. Darti’s eyes had closed and she was enjoying herself. It excited Sherry to think that she was following in Tim’s footsteps and she wished he was here to share in the pleasure they were giving Darti. She decided that when he got back they would take Darti together.

  She ran her hand down to explore her. Her fingertips brushed over Darti’s hair and slipped down between her lips. Janice was already there, stroking slowly up and down, spreading Darti’s excitement. Sherry reached lower. She wanted to be inside this wonderful woman. Her finger slipped in and Darti sighed. She felt warm and luxurious inside, and she gently squeezed Sherry’s finger. Sherry experimented with moving in and out of her tunnel. Darti moaned and her head turned from side to side on the pillow. A surge of pride rose in Sherry that she could give her friend such pleasure. She pushed a second finger into Darti and it was welcomed. With Janice strumming her clit, Sherry set up a steady rhythm in and out.

  Between them they drove Darti mad. Her eyes had closed, her face contorted and she was panting urgently. Her pleasure mounted rapidly and Sherry slowed down. She was watching Darti’s face for the moment when her climax would arrive, and she wanted to draw it out for as long as possible. Darti had spread her arms out rigidly across the bed and her hips thrust upwards to swallow Sherry’s fingers. She whimpered continuously.

  It may have been seconds, it may have been moments, but her orgasm arrived and Sherry slowed her movements to almost nothing. Darti rocked her whole body from side to side and kicked out, trying to escape from the fingers inside her. She grabbed for Sherry’s hand but they caught her hands and stopped her. She was twisting herself, legs closed together and her hips backing away from the torment. Sherry stopped moving inside her but refused to take her hand away. With two fingers lodged deep inside her, she followed Darti’s contortions until they died away and she could lie still.

  “Oh, too much,” said Darti weakly. Her face was damp and her hair stuck to her forehead. “You make me come too much.” A shudder ran through her and she squeezed Sherry’s fingers. “Come out of me, please,” she begged and jumped as Sherry slowly slid out of her.

  Sherry brushed the hair away fro
m her face. “You like?”

  “Ooooh, Sherry, too much I like.” She smiled. “You very good. You know how…”

  “Yes, me and Janice.” She looked at Janice across their friend’s body.

  She was smiling happily until she saw what was in Sherry’s mind. “No, not me…” she begged but it was too late.

  Sherry threw herself across the bed and covered her. Janice was smothered, struggling and shrieking as Sherry tickled her. Darti joined in.

  “Get her panties,” ordered Sherry. “I want to see what she’s hiding.” She knelt astride Janice’s waist and held her wrists to the mattress. Janice tried to fight back until Darti managed to pull her panties down over her hips. She resigned herself.

  “Oh, very pretty,” commented Darti but Sherry could not see. She shuffled backwards to sit on Janice’s thighs. Janice’s slim brown body was blessed with a pretty cock. Pretty but small. Slim and neatly circumcised, it was stretching out on her tummy.

  “That’s sweet, Janice! I like it!” Sherry exclaimed and reached out to pat it with her fingertips. It was hard and bounced away from her touch. She shuffled back further to get a better view of the graceful girl with her neat breasts and incongruous cock. She looked sexy and exciting. I must try this, she thought, and bent to take the hard stem into her mouth. She swallowed deep, engulfing the whole elegant cock. Janice groaned. Sherry rested her forehead on Janice’s stomach and suckled at the sweet root. It was good to feel Janice moving beneath her.

  She became aware of Darti’s hand on her shoulder and realised she was being greedy. She let Janice fall from her mouth and offered her place to Darti. “Here—you try it. It’s fun.”

  Darti threw a leg over Janice and without hesitation, spiked herself on her cock. “Aaah—yes! Too much time. Oh yes, Janice!” and she started to grind her hips round and round. Janice closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. Sherry lay down beside her and slipped an arm around her shoulders. She lay still and watched Darti’s face.

  It did not take long. Darti’s orgasm returned and her frown gave way to a blank stare as she rode from wave to wave. Sherry watched in awe, wondering exactly what was happening to her. Darti’s ride became less frantic and demanding, and she collapsed into Janice’s arms. They lay together, Darti trembling and her friends stroking her. When at last she rolled off, they lay together in silence.

  Sherry quietly resolved that she would do the same again tomorrow. With the addition of Tim.

  Chapter 37

  They celebrated at Chico and Charlie’s, the best Mexican restaurant in Asia. High in one of the steel and glass office blocks off Orchard Road they stepped out of the lift and into the arched brickwork of a village bar and restaurant. Mexican music played quietly in the background and a Singaporean girl, looking pretty in traditional peasant clothes from the Mexican high country, showed them to their booth. All around the rich and knowledgeable people of Singapore were tucking into exotic dishes.

  The food was good here. Not a Tex-Mex fast food disaster but proper careful Mexican cooking. Tim had heard that even the Mexican diplomats visited regularly to get a taste of home cooking. The girl brought Corona for Tim and Sherry, and lime juice with water for the girls. Darti and Janice were over-awed and looked with suspicion at the basket of corn chips and earthenware bowls of red and green salsa. Cautiously they dipped chips into the salsa and nibbled. Their faces lit up as they tasted the sharp, clean chilli and they set to in earnest.

  Hangchi arrived with Alistair and the girls and their table was full and lively. Ordering meals for four Indonesian girls took a long time, but once that had been accomplished Hangchi was ready to talk.

  “So, Sherry, I have some good news for you. No more Irishman. He’s gone. He left early this morning for Sheboygan.”

  Sherry was shocked. “But how could he leave? Weren’t you watching for him? And where’s Sheboygan, anyway?”

  “Of course we were watching. We knew all about it, but we didn’t have anything to prosecute him with. It’s better this way. In Singapore he was an important person. Rich, respected, big family, all that sort of thing. Now he’s been sent off to some sort of cousin in Sheboygan. I understand the cousin runs a restaurant, but he’s thinking of starting a general store as well.

  “As for Sheboygan, well, I’m surprised you world travellers don’t know where it is. It’s north of Milwaukee on the shores of Lake Michigan. I had to look it up myself. I don’t know what sort of town it is but I’m sure it gets very, very cold up there. Especially at this time of year. He should enjoy himself there.”

  “Oh no, that’s terrible. I can just imagine… I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

  Tim pretended to slap her wrist. “After all the things he’s responsible for? I’d have been happier if he’d gone to Alaska, but how did you arrange it?”

  Hangchi smiled patiently. “I didn’t. I couldn’t, but last night certain people in Singapore were talking to certain other people in Singapore and Johor Baru. They decided that he’d overstepped the mark by kidnapping Alistair, and something would have to be done about him. I think they made him an offer he couldn’t refuse, as they say in the movies.”

  “Just as well,” chipped in Alistair. “If he’d tried to stay I’m sure some of our hotheads would have started rioting and burning Chinese businesses. Apparently the Chinese community in JB has had to pass on his businesses to buy peace. Serve him right, poisonous little toad. So he’s not only going to be shivering on the shores of Lake Michigan, but he’ll be broke as well. More or less broke, anyway.”

  Sherry shivered in sympathy. “I didn’t like him, but I don’t think I wanted him to go to jail.”

  “Going to jail would be the smallest part of his worries,” said Hangchi. “The people he was supplying with guns have become convinced that he double-crossed them. Took their money and then tipped off the police to seize the guns back for him. It doesn’t cross their minds that we took them and destroyed them. That wouldn’t be the way things are done in Indonesia. At the moment they don’t know who to hate more, the Irishman or Tim here.”

  “So they were definitely behind the kidnapping?” asked Tim.

  “Yes. They discovered you were involved with us when you were in Kalimantan. Rais talked in the wrong places. That’s when they tried to get you and Darti. Then you had the bad luck to be photographed with Janice here, and one of their men recognised you. Just a coincidence that you turned up again, of course, but such a strange one that they couldn’t believe you weren’t involved somehow in the loss of their guns. Apparently they accused the Irishman of employing you. He denied it, of course, and volunteered to catch you for them. For a fee. You were lucky, Tim. Very lucky.”

  “But why did they take Papi and Alistair?” asked Sherry.

  “Their bad luck, nothing more. The Irishman just told his men to grab everyone and he probably expected to let them go free when he handed Tim over. When he discovered he’d taken Alistair, he must have known his number was up. Things run on a very delicate balance here between the Chinese and Malaysian underworlds, and kidnapping Alistair would have upset everyone. Apparently the big names in Singapore were considering sending his head over to JB, just to make peace, but his family managed to avoid that. At a cost, of course. He’s not a popular man tonight.”

  “Well, good riddance, I say,” said Sherry. “Singapore is better off without him, and I shall feel a lot safer too.”

  “I’m not sure I do,” said Tim. “The terrorists are still out there. So I’ve got some news for everyone. We’re moving. As soon as we can pack. I spoke to Krumbeins this afternoon and they know everything that’s been going on, thank you, Hangchi, and they’re very keen to get us out of here. They’ve even given me a choice about where we go next. So what do you fancy, Sherry? Adelaide or Santa Cruz de las Sierras?”

  Sherry was shocked again. “What? Where? Where’s that other place anyway?”

  “Bolivia. It’s just about in the middle of South America. They’ve
got gas fields there, and some light oil.”

  Sherry thought for a while. Adelaide in South Australia. She thought about it for a moment and all she could remember was that the city had been named after Queen Adelaide. It sounded terribly Victorian, but Bolivia was different. The High Andes, Che Guevara, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Nazis in hiding and vast cattle ranches. Then there was the sound of the name, Santa Cruz de las Sierras. It was no contest really. She raised her glass to them all. “I’d better start learning Spanish.”

  A thought came to her. “What about Darti and Janice?”

  “Darti’s coming with me,” said Hangchi firmly. “And Janice too, I hope.”

  “Hangchi!” cried Alistair, “I don’t believe it!”

  “Why ever not?” asked Hangchi amiably. “I’m not so terrible, am I?”

  He looked around at the big smiles on his friends’ faces. “No, of course not. It’s just that…that… I don’t know. I never imagined you…”

  Sherry rescued him. “I think you’d better keep quiet before you embarrass yourself. Let’s have a toast to Hangchi and Darti, crime fighters of Singapore.”

  She was happy to lie in bed waiting for Tim to come from the shower. She had been hanging on his arm all day. Now she had him back safe, the nightmare of the last few days had faded and she felt happy just to be with him. She lay back under her sheet. The shower had stopped and he would be with her soon.

  He bent to kiss her and she clung to him. He held her for a moment and gently pushed her back down onto the bed. He stood over her, big, naked and strong. With a swift movement he stripped the sheet off her. She was uncomfortable under his stare but forced herself to lie still.

  “Very nice,” he complimented her. “Very, very tasty. Let’s have a look at the other side.”

  She did not resist as he rolled her over and ran his hands down her back from her shoulders to her bottom. “Very nice,” he repeated and, grabbing her by the hips, lifted her clear of the mattress and set her on all fours with her feet at the edge of the bed. He kneaded her bottom with rough, strong hands. It took her breath away and she found herself getting excited. With a hand on the back of her neck he pushed her down to rest her head on the bed.