The story continues of Dee and her friends on their 'girls' night' out in Singapore. In this chapter she describes what happens after she was rescued from a group of rowdy sailors at the Nurses' Club -- and slowly she finds the rest of the night turning into something she wasn't quite expecting.
In response to a comment about the length of the previous chapter this one is a bit longer. I tried submitting it few weeks ago with some photos but it seems stuck in the Literotica moderator system so you'll have to use your imagination a bit more with this version. As usual, any comments will be gratefully received
Rashomon Chapter 3 - Singapore 1969
"The immediate impression I had of this man who'd just zipped me up was that he was about your height and had short, black curly hair and dark brown eyes. He had such a lovely friendly smile and asked in a soft American accent if I was OK. Well...! Then I realised that the men who were harassing me had gone quiet - and a second man was talking to them. He had a very deep voice and I assumed he was American because of his accent -- he sounded like he was from one of the southern states -- but what really struck me was the quiet authority he projected. The group of the men started moving away, carrying their drunk friend with them. Oh... I hadn't expected that and I looked at this second man - and then I understood why they'd retreated." "He was tall, black, and now with my 'zip friend' they were stood either side of me, almost like body guards! I felt an immediate burst of ... well, I don't know what, but I felt incredibly safe and happy. They looked so different from all the others at the dance. For one thing they looked rather smart -- my 'zip man' was even wearing an elegant tropical style jacket and shirt and tie. I thanked them profusely and we started chatting. Things had now calmed down, the music continued and I found out my bodyguards were both US marines and had just arrived in Singapore from Vietnam."
"The man with the deep voice must have been in his early thirties. He had beautiful glossy black skin, a scarred face, an almost shaven head and lots of tattoos on his muscular arms. He was built like a heavyweight boxer and looked quite fearsome - and he reminded me a bit of a Mohamad Ali, one of my heroes. These were the first two American marines I had ever met. We introduced ourselves. My 'zip man' was called Tom and his friend was called Charlie."
"Anyway, I thanked them again for coming to my aid. I hadn't expected it but they were both absolute gentlemen. They had lovely smiles and surprisingly soft accents and they were very friendly and easy to talk with -- and not at all how I thought US marines would behave. By now Jo, Pat and Judy had seen what was happening and come to support me. As soon as they saw my rescuers they were obviously as impressed as I was -- and after I introduced them they were almost drooling over them, especially Charlie."
"We soon got talking about the music and as the evening wore on we all took turns dancing with my two bodyguards. Both Tom and Charlie were lovely dancers -- and unlike some of the other men at the dance they didn't try and grope me. We were all thoroughly enjoying ourselves but eventually the band finished playing. The night was still young and after that fabulous live music we didn't really fancy dancing to disco pop and Jo suggested we go down town to Bugis street and continue the evening there. So, we piled into taxis and headed off."
(Bugis street was a night market in Singapore renowned for its lively party scene after dark).
"Jo and I were in the same taxi as Tom and Charlie and when we arrived at Bugis street Charlie soon saw some more of their Marine friends from Vietnam who were also on R&R. We all got together and the party continued with lots of beer and street food. At some stage somebody produced some roll up 'joints' or 'spliffs', or whatever they're called. and as they were passed around I was persuaded to try one. As you know I don't approve of drugs, even 'soft' ones. I tried to refuse but Charlie was very persuasive so when I did try a drag of one to my surprise I found it was actually much nicer than a normal cigarette. I tried again and after a while I started to feel... how can I put it? ... nice and relaxed and at the same time strangely euphoric, sometimes almost giggly and ready for anything. It certainly wasn't unpleasant."
"I found myself sitting alongside Tom at a small table with the rest of the group close by. As we chatted I realised we both seemed to have a lot in common and his tough appearance was a bit of a front. Although he was a US marine, straight off operations in Vietnam, he was an only child from quite a sheltered rural background. We started finding out about each other and he said he'd never really had a proper girlfriend back home -- his parents were very religious -- and never approved of any girls he brought home."
"Then he looked at me and almost blushed and said he had kissed girls and played around with them a bit but had never got further than -- as he said - 'second base'. So, despite his Marine training at somewhere called Parris Island -- at first, I thought he was talking about somewhere in France - and his time in Vietnam he still felt shy talking with girls -- and he'd never talked to an English girl before. I reassured him he was doing fine and not to worry."
"We talked a bit more and were getting on very well when suddenly he almost blurted out he was feeling a bit nervous. He said today was his birthday - and he was worried about what was going to happen later on that evening. I asked why and he said that Charlie had promised him that as a birthday present he was going to show him something of the nightlife of Singapore and that he'd introduce him to some local girls at a bar he knew, and then the Tom could say he was a real marine."
"By that I understood that Charlie would take him down to a local brothel or something similar to almost ritually lose his virginity. Well, I know you'd said this often happened to young British soldiers coming out to Singapore for the first time -- you said it included yourself! - and I'd just read a very funny book called 'The Virgin Soldiers' which described exactly the same sort of thing happening to a young soldier in Singapore in the 1950s. I tried not to grin but didn't want to start talking about that so told Tom not to worry as I was sure that Charlie would look after him -- but he had to make sure to be careful and use a condom. He seemed surprised at my concern but said he would and after that he became even more relaxed."
"Then, of all things, we all started talking about horses and farms. Like me he loved horses and I realised he was starting to look on me as a friend and someone he could talk to, rather than just a girl he was trying to pick up - although that didn't stop him flirting and teasing me about my English accent. I told him I'd not been able to do any horse riding in Singapore but not long before Pat and I had gone with group of friends up to Malaysia on a beach picnic, or a 'banyan' as it's called here. I told him that at some stage during the 'banyan' I went wandering along the beach and came across a stray pony in among the palm trees. The pony was very friendly and I was able to persuade it to let me ride it for a while -- bareback in my bikini, with only a headrope! -- which I think impressed him somewhat."
"By now Bugis street was becoming rather boisterous. You know what it gets like late on a Saturday night -- lots of people partying, all the food stalls busy and the 'cats' trying to pick up unwary single men."
In those days anybody who is now described as trans gender was known as a catamite or 'cat', and Bugis street was renowned for them.
"Then some drunken Australian sailors climbed on top of the public toilet block further down the street and started stripping off and making an exhibition of themselves with newspapers they'd set on fire. Then fireworks started going off around us. As you know I don't like fireworks; one big one went off close to me and I literally jumped in the air -- and the next thing I knew I had my arms around Tom's neck and he'd scooped me up into his arms! A few seconds later he gently let me down, I apologised for being such a wimp and we laughed while I recovered. Jo had seen what had happened, came up with Charlie and suggested why didn't we all go back to her place and finish the night off there. By now we were all really getting on really well, and Pat and Judy had already joined up with another couple of good looking marines who were friends of Charlie and Tom back in Vietnam. I seem to remember they were called Bill and Clarence." As she was telling me all this Dee was now looking a bit more nervous. I said I was enjoying her story and promised no matter what she said I wouldn't hold it her against her. She smiled and said;
"Well... if you're sure -- I feel a bit embarrassed at what happened so don't say I didn't warn you!"
And she relaxed again, lit a cigarette and went on;
"At the time this all seemed like a good idea... but thinking about it afterwards I think those roll ups must have affected me somehow. I still felt a little weird and spaced out but otherwise OK. In our taxi on the way to Jo's, Tom was in the front seat and Charlie and Jo and I were in the back. It was rather crowded -- Charlie was a very big man. He was sat on one side of the seat with Jo in the middle and me on the other side next to her."