Bob’s Memoir: 4,000 Years as a Free Demon
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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.
“Hi there. I’m Bob and I’m a trader. I come with goods from other islands and seek the unique goods of other lands to take with me.”
“Oh. Well, that will cost you,” he said. “I’m Tenduk. You can call me Doug once we know your association will be profitable for us. Now what kind of goods does your little bark bear?”
I think that’s what he said.
“Beautiful fabrics, spices, plants, fruit, and ivory all the way from Bengal,” I said.
“That is pretty much what you will find here, as in all the islands. What we need here are heavy metals and jewels. As beautiful as our island is, we lack these things and prefer our exports to be paid for with gold and gems.”
“I see. And what is your role here? I’m not sure who you are yet.”
“I am the port master. We can’t have our island overrun by foreigners, so I monitor all vessels that come in and out. I will tell you if you can trade here,” he said brusquely.
“Well, Port Master Tenduk…” I looked around at the empty docks and scarcity of boats in the strait, “it seems you do a good job of keeping people out. I will return to my boat and sail on.”
“You owe a port fee,” he said. “Certainly, you must have some gems.”
“I see.” I couldn’t help being intrigued by the old man and the scarcity of people in view. We’d sailed around the island and found no other port of call. “I probably have a gem in my cabin. I’ll retrieve one for you.”
“Very well. But don’t try to escape without paying.”
“I’m an honorable man, Tenduk.”
I jumped aboard my little boat and went into my cabin, where I called out a few warriors to act as guard on the boat and retrieved a bag of gems and gold nuggets from the infinity room. I wasn’t completely unaware of how to trade and what I could get. This fellow seemed like a good challenge.
“Now, Tenduk,” I said as I held up an emerald I’d collected some years ago in Egypt. “I am willing to pay this fine gem for certain services. It is far more valuable than the cost of moorage at your rickety dock. I will expect that it will ensure the safety of my ship and your guidance to the village so that I may see for myself what goods there might be to trade for. It may be that your island has nothing of value at all. You will introduce me to people and be my assistant.”
“I’m much too busy to do such things. I can call a boy to conduct you to the village and I will watch your vessel,” he countered. I looked at the empty bay again.
“Call the boy to watch my vessel and report to you if anything is amiss. Then you can guide me personally.”
“And you will pay the expenses of our foray,” he stated flatly.
I agreed. He whistled shrilly and a young boy in the blush of manhood appeared from his cabin near the beach and ran. He was given the job of watching my boat and seeing that no one approached it. I could see that he would attempt to board and explore while I was gone. Well, he’d have a little surprise. I hoped my women were gentle with him.
Tenduk and I headed inland.
The village was hidden just over a rise and was quite substantial. I wondered that they didn’t have hundreds of fishermen’s huts near the beach, though I had seen that most of the coast was inhospitable. After a brief tour of the town, Tenduk stopped in a center square and announced loudly that I was a trader and would consider buying what the villagers had to trade. We would be in the little inn. I wondered what a village this remote needed with an inn, but apparently it was the gathering point for all manner of meetings, marketing, and trading.
When we were seated, Tenduk ordered a meal and wine for us. We were served soup, rice, roast duck, and a variety of vegetables and fruit, making the spread look very appealing. Doug nudged me as the innkeeper held out his hand.
“Pay him,” he said.
“How much?” I asked.
“You decide, but don’t insult his preparations.”
It looked like a very appealing meal and the wine promised to be something new that I might want a stock of. I felt around in my bag and withdrew a small nugget of gold. It wasn’t very pure, but would be a handsome price that could probably buy meals like this for a month when it was refined. The innkeeper grinned and bowed, stepping back.
From that moment, people began to gather at the entrance to the inn and were admitted one at a time by the innkeeper to visit my table. They seated themselves across from me and presented what they wished to sell. The old man had been correct in his assessment that most of what they had to trade was the same as the other islands, but I poured each a cup of wine as we sat through our negotiation. Generally, I offered a semiprecious stone in trade for a basket of fruit, a live goat, a nice measure of cloth or some pottery. But then a village woman brought me a flower that was the most beautiful I had seen.
“From whence is this lovely blossom?” I asked.
“It grows on a rare stem on the north side of the island,” she said. “We call it orchid.”
“Can you get me one or two of these stems with the roots intact so I can plant them on my ship?” I asked.
“They are very fragile. I can get two for you, but you mustn’t blame me if they die in your care.”
“I will offer this piece of gold for these rare plants,” I said, drawing out a good-sized gold nugget. It was easily worth three times the nugget I gave the innkeeper. She gasped and bowed to me.
“I will collect the stems and return in an hour.” She left the flower in a vase of water on my table.
“Ah! So, you like things of beauty!” Tenduk said.
“Yes. And wine. I would like to buy a cart of jugs of this wine. Can anyone supply that?” I asked.
The innkeeper ran to the door and motioned for an old man to come into the inn.
“This is Sulung,” the innkeeper said. “He makes the wine.”
“Welcome, Sulung. I am Bob,” I said, pouring him a cup of his own vintage. “How much of this lovely wine can you supply me with?”
He pointed out a cart standing by the inn that was laden with jugs.
“Very well. I will take all the jugs on the cart, but you must deliver them to my boat when I go. I have no use for your donkey and cart at sea.” He waited for me to offer a price. I fumbled in the bag until I found another gold nugget the size of the one I had laid out for the old woman. He finally grinned.
“I will set out for the dock at once. It will take me longer to get there pulling the cart than it will take you when you have finished your business.” I nodded and he left.
There was quite a stir at the doorway and I turned to see a spectacular vision entering the inn. I might almost have thought it was My Lady Goddess, but I knew she was far away.
“Surintan, you mustn’t!”
“It is mine to give or sell and will certainly do our village more good if I sell it to a foreigner,” she said. The innkeeper led her to our table and I stood to bow before her.
She was young—perhaps seventeen or eighteen. She was wrapped in a skirt of flowing silk. For a top, she wore only a heavy string of flowers of the same sort the old woman was bringing me. I know that it is commonly believed that breasts were not objects of sexual fantasy until around the fourteenth or fifteenth century in Europe, but I had three millennia of learning to love them passionately. I could scarcely wait to become acquainted with these.
“I am called Surintan, though I prefer to use the name Dara while I still can.” I heard the words with my ears, but I picked up several meanings as I listened. Surintan could be interpreted as Queen or Diamond. Dara was the descriptive name for a young virgin.
“I am Bob,” I said. As I spoke it, I heard the automatic interpretation of people’s minds translating it to Budiarto—one who is wise with wealth. I wasn’t sure I was that wise. “How may I be of service to you?”
She waved a hand and Tenduk stood with a little bow. Then he and the innkeeper moved away from us. Apparently, this was to be a private and quiet negotiation. I poured her a cup of wine.
“I can tell from the stories that you are not familiar with our customs, and they are strange to you. You have paid as much wealth for trinkets as our village might normally see in a year. So, I must explain to you that there are customs that might seem very strange to you. On our island, everything is for sale. To give the old woman this piece of gold for her flowers will make her one of the wealthiest on our island. And you gave that price for something of great beauty. Do you think I am beautiful, Bob?”
“Yes, Dara. I find you entrancing.”
“One of the chief commodities that women have on this island is their virginity. If a man were to steal that treasure from a woman, he would be executed immediately. But a woman may sell that commodity as she deems fit. I am a virgin because no man has deigned to make an offer for that which I have to sell, assuming he would never be able to meet my price. You have wealth beyond all others. If you were to buy what I have to offer, I could then buy any man on the island to be my husband. It would take me out of the realm of being a seller and into the realm of being a buyer. Tell me, Bob,” she said standing and dropping the silk skirt to the floor. She was dressed only in the flowers. “What would you pay for my virginity.”
I was perplexed. I had never paid for virginity before. That is not to say I had never bought a woman and freed her from slavery. Often such women became quite attached to me, refusing to leave. But a straight-out transaction for a woman’s virginity…
“And this is the custom of your people?” I asked.
“It is.”
“What if I simply gave you the price and let you keep your… commodity?”
“I would be deemed a cheater and a liar and a thief. I would be executed,” she said.
“Oh, dear.”
“It is a hard lesson to learn for one from outside, but the women of my tribe developed this business many generations ago and we are well-kept and well respected as a result. Again, I ask you, Bob. What would you pay for this precious commodity?”
I tried not to let my cock do the talking for me and failed completely. I put the bag with all its remaining precious stones and gold in it on the table.
“You truly offer a jewel beyond price,” I said.
She smiled at me and casually dumped the jewels and gold out of the bag onto the table to count it out. There was a gasp from all around. She scooped it up and put it back in the bag, offering her hand to me.
“When your flowers have arrived, we will walk together to your boat and you may deflower me. I promise, I will be worth every gram of precious stones and gold you have offered.”
“Perhaps you should dress now.”
“No. My people should see what has commanded such a price as we walk to your boat. They deserve to know.”
It was not long after that the old woman arrived with the flower stems, potted in soil. I gave her the remaining nugget I had promised her and she thanked me profusely. Then she looked at the pouch of gems in Dara’s hand and congratulated her.
Dara took my hand and we walked through the village with the streets lined with people to see her naked beauty. At the boat, my women guards greeted me and quickly left to prepare a bed for me. The boy who had been left to watch the boat turned toward me with a dazed look on his face. I reached in the satchel for a copper coin to give him. He refused.
“Thank you, sir, but I have been amply rewarded.”
I turned and gave a copper coin to each of the porters who brought the goods I had traded for. They were all more in awe of the women who took the packages below deck to stow them. I bade the village farewell and picked up my prize to carry her aboard. My warriors disembarked and marched the interested villagers back down the dock.
“I had no doubt that you were a man with many women in your life,” Dara said. “It is why I did not offer to marry you. To sell you my virginity is one thing, but I do not think I could live with others sharing my husband.”
“I do have wives and concubines,” I said. “Dara, if this is too uncomfortable for you, we can simply tell people that we’ve done the deed and you can return to your home with your treasure.”
“That would be stupid. I would still have my virginity intact. The village will look to see the blood on my thighs when I return to them tomorrow. So, for tonight, let us make the most of it and please, try to not hurt me too much.”
And from that point on, I made it my mission to make her experience the best I could possibly offer. I caressed her, kissed her, and worshiped her body with my hands and my mouth. When I’d licked her to another orgasm—part of the ritual I was required to do was to look between her legs and verify that she was a virgin—I slowly moved up her body until our genitals met. As I kissed her yet again, I thrust into her pussy and she took my entire length, not with a scream, but with a sigh of pleasure.
“That was not so bad,” she said. “Now teach me all the things your women have taught you so when I choose my husband, I will know how to teach him.”
I did my best, and we did not sleep that night. In the morning, we ate together on the deck, looking out at all the people who had camped on the beach waiting for her return.
“I would love to take you with me, Dara,” I said.
“No longer Dara,” she smiled. “I think I shall take the name Intan, or Diamond, and the diamond in this bag will stay with me always.”
“Intan, you would be a wonderful addition to my harem and I would take you gladly.”
“I thank you, Bob, but now I can truly be free and choose the path I desire for myself. The boy who watched your boat is one I have long wanted to buy, but he could never afford the price of my virginity. Now that your women have instructed him and you have instructed me, I believe I can offer a fair price and he will be happy to become my husband.”
“Then go in peace, Intan. Thank you for this precious treasure.”
She disembarked and as soon as she was past my warriors they hurried back to the boat and we cast off. She turned and waved at me, then linked her arm through that of the boy who’d watched my boat and they turned toward the village, with people staring to see the blood and come dried on her thighs.
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