Author's Note: Reader be warned that this story takes time to develop. Furthermore, if you are expecting copious amounts of raunchy sex, it would be best for you to stop here. As with most of my stories, sex is but the spice that enhances the interplay of romance. Hope you enjoy the telling of this particular tale.
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Her name was Kami...Kami Yuen...and she was one hell of a sexy Chinese-American young woman - and she knew it. At twenty-four years old, she was blessed with a pretty face and an aesthetically pleasing willowy form. But what made her eye-catching to many men was that Kami knew how to strut what she had.
To start with, Kami loved body-hugging pants that hung provocatively off her narrow hips, accentuated her flat stomach, and molded to her slender but shapely legs. The wearing of a dazzling array of high-heeled footwear made her seem taller than her actual five-three height and emphasized the enticing sashay of her cute buns. Although she had small perky boobs, Kami unashamedly exhibited them or rather her large pencil-eraser nipples. Very noticeable titty-bumps were always seen in her thin clinging tops since Kami was inclined to go braless, forsaking any breast coverage and eschewing any sense of modesty.
Yet, what really made Kami alluring was that she exuded undeniable sexuality that was laced with an underlying sense of danger. I soon discovered this when an old college buddy of mine dragged me into a local karaoke bar to hear this female sing.
"She's fantastic," babbled Jim, "and draws a crowd of regulars who simply adore her. Wait until you hear her sing. And she's one hell of a hot chick! All of the guys are dying to take her out...but none...myself included...had succeeded so far."
Jim hustling me into the darkened bar and then to a table that he paid extra to reserve. We had just received our ordered drinks when the patrons started chanting, "Kami! Kami! Kami! Sing for us!" It was then that an attractive slip of an Asian woman rose to the cheering of her fans and stepped into the spotlight with a charming smile gracing her delicate lips and a wireless microphone in hand.
"When you just give love / And never get love / You'd better let love depart /
I know it so / And yet I know / I can't get you out of my heart," slipped silkily from her mouth. "You / Made me leave my happy home / You took my love and now you're gone / Since I fell for you..."
As a lover of oldies but goodies tunes, I immediately knew the song was "Since I Fell For You" by Lenny Welch. It was about a man who fell for a seductress only to be spurned and devastated by her in the end. It was a classic torch song of love and the heart-wrenching misery that can come with it.
Like a siren of mythology, Kami mesmerized the males in the room with her haunting voice and her lithe but sensual figure. Her almond-shaped eye twinkled in delight as she gazed at their adoring eyes, but then locked on me when she saw that instead of looking at her, I was glancing around the room at the captivating effect that she had on those present. For some inexplicable reason, I unconsciously gulped as I became aware that I was the focus of Kami's unspoken attention and found myself wondering if she was like the woman of the song...one who could seduce and lure me to my ultimate demise.
The spell, however, was instantly broken when Kami ended her song to the standing-ovation of those in the room. Making a lovely but stylish courtesy, she blew kisses of appreciation to her fans. She then briefly chatted with her longtime regulars and deftly but kindly turning down requests for drinks or dates as she casually made her way towards my table,
"Hi! I'm Kami...Kami Yuen. You are new here...and you are?"
"Aah, Chad...Chad Wong. How do you do? It's a pleasure to meet you, Kami. Jim here has told me a lot about you."
"Wow! So polite...and Chinese to boot...boy, my mother would be over the moon if I brought you home to meet her. A lot of guys who frequent this place skip the niceties because they are so intent on putting the 'move' on me so that they can get me into bed with them. I don't mind expressions of desire, but it is somewhat refreshing to encounter a rather formal introduction.
"So, Jim, it's good to see you again, and thanks for bringing Chad. Say, I'm a bit thirsty. Would you buy me a glass of champagne from the bar? Luke, the bartender, knows what I like. Take your time...don't rush. Thanks, sweetie."
Jim could barely contain his utter delight and proclaimed that he would be honored and would purchase her a bottle with a bucket of ice before swaggering to the bar, enjoying obvious envy of the males around him.
Kami muttered once Jim was beyond hearing range, "I am interested in why you seemed...ah, disinterested...while I sang. That's something that I am not used to, especially when I have a microphone in my hand."
"Hey, Kami, you've got me all wrong because I found your performance and particularly you to be enchanting, to say the least. While it may not seem like it, I was intently listening to how you covered one of my favorite torch songs and loved it. I, however, have to admit that I was also amazed at the effect you had on the men in this room and how you could easily be the woman that Lenny Welsh was singing of...a real heartbreaker."
"Hmmm, I've never been called that before and will have to decide later whether to be upset or delighted with you. Why don't you tell me more about yourself? Like what do you do?"
"What do I do? Ah, would you believe that I am an elementary school teacher? Yep, I teach science, geography, and history with a little bit of physical education thrown in. I like kids and get a kick in shaping their outlook of the world."
"Are you for real? God, my Mom would definitely love you. She's always on me about having children...her grandchildren is what she means...and then rags me about not finding the right kind of guy. I can hear her saying, 'Stop fooling around, you shameless little girl. You'll never find a good man singing in bars. What decent man would want to have babies with a barwoman!" Sheesh...mothers!
"What do I do for a living? Do you mean besides hanging out in karaoke bars and trolling guys for drinks? Actually, I am a counselor at a community college. Yep, cross my heart and hope to die if I am not telling you the truth. Who would have 'thunk,' huh?