A Singapore Sling
In the third part of Mollieâs story we continue to follow David, or âDianaâ and Lucy. Part 1 can be found here.
âYouâve got a free trip to Singapore? You lucky sod!â
Davidâs best friend, Lucy, had him chuckling into his phone. âYeah, but hey! I have to work for it.â
âWork, my arse! Youâre just gonna chat about your precious topic on some quantum physics shite, and then have a ball with whoeverâll fondle yours for you.â
âFat chance of that with Singaporeâs lack of LGBT rights. Anyway, Iâm scheduled to give three lectures with Professor Amanda Lo. Iâll be flying home before I know it.”
David cast a quick glance at the sleek turquoise gown hanging on the back of the door. At the very least he planned on having an evening out, just for himself, with the chance to be who he wanted to be.
âYouâre just jealous.â He laughed, relaxed now that he was almost ready to leave his apartment for five days. âI promise Iâll bring you something back.â
âIt had better not be chlamydia.â
âHa bloody ha.â
000
Letting out a sigh of relief when his suitcase finally appeared on the luggage carousel at Singapore airport, David yanked the bag off and headed for the âNothing to Declareâ exit sign.
As soon as he spotted the customs officer with rich brown hair and neatly trimmed side burns, the blood rushed south in Davidâs trousers. Instinctively he shook his leg and looked dead-ahead. Another five paces and heâd be through the barrier, the image of the guyâs dreamy features giving him something to fantasize over in the taxi to his hotel.
âExcuse me, sir, come this way.â
Which poor sod has come through the wrong channel then? David wondered.
âSir. This way.â
David glanced back to see the officer staring in his direction. A quick look over his shoulder was enough for David to realise the officer was talking to him.
âOh. ErâŠright.â His hand instinctively rested on the top of his case as he checked the sign on the wall, worried for a moment that he had gone down the wrong lane. âI think there must be some mistake. I donât have anything to declare.â
âJust a random check, sir. Step this way.â
The man was actually smiling. And he had a dimple. David blushed. Dammit! The blush deepened as David pictured his gorgeous dress in his bag, neatly laid out on top of some pretty lace underwear and rolled up sheer stockings. Oh fuck!
They entered a small inspection room.
âOpen the case, please sir.â The officer stepped back and waited.
David fumbled with the zipper, desperately trying to think of an explanation for the contents of his luggage.
âDid you pack it yourself?â
âYes. Yes I did.â His fingers fumbled like an old ladyâs. Some seconds later David lifted the lid over and revealed all.
His eyes met those of the customs officer.
âIs this your first trip to Singapore, sir?â
âNoâŠitâs my second.â
âAre you travelling alone, sir?â
âYes.â
The officerâs eyes rested on a turquoise river of sequins. âWhatâs the purpose of your trip?â he asked, still staring at the dress.
âBusiness.â
âWhat business?â
âIâm giving lectures at The Gardens by the Bay.â
âWhere are you staying?â
âThe Pan Pacific Hotel.â
âWhere is your wife?â
âI donât have a wife. Not that itâs any of your businessâŠoh.â David stared at the dress now. âItâs for aâŠa friend.â With horror he watched as the officer lifted the dress from the case and placed it on the table. âBe careful with that,â David pleaded a little too quickly. Then he fell silent.
The officer ran his fingers over the cream lace French knickers and stockings. âWhoâs youâre friend then?â
âEr⊠I donât see what that has to do with this, er, inspection.â David shifted his weight from one foot to the other. âI donât have any drugs.â He glanced at his watch. âI need to be leaving.â
âAll in good time.â The officer gently placed the lingerie on top of the dress before searching through the remaining items in the bag. He spied a small purple makeup bag but decided against opening it. âWhat are you plans for today?â
âIâm just heading to my hotel.â
âSo you donât need to be leaving. You wonât be able to check in for a good couple of hours yet.â
Bloody hell, this guy was interrogating him. David watched the officer replace his personal, favourite things back in the bag with what appeared to be a deliberate tardiness. He felt like smacking him in the mouth and making a run for it.
âCan I go now.â
The man nodded and David began to run the zip around his bag.
âYou forgot this.â
The guyâs hand was resting on the dress. How could he have missed that? David reached for his dress and then froze. After an awkward moment of silence, the officerâs hand grazed Davidâs.
âLet me.â
His voice was gravelly, as if he was struggling to swallow. David was struggling to breathe as he stepped back and watched the man unzip the bag. He laid the dress on top, exactly as he had found it.
âRight sir. If you could just stand with your feet apart and your hands up.â
âWhy? I havenât got anything illegal. I havenât done anything wrong.â
âJust procedure.â
David went crimson and stared at the door. The room was beginning to feel claustrophobic. Not wanting to create a scene, and desperate to just get out of there, David assumed the position and held his breath. He hadnât been stupid enough to wear his garter belt with the metal clips, knowing he would be going through detectors at the airport. But he was wearing French knickers. Lucy had frisked him plenty in the past and assured him they couldnât be detected under his trousers. As he felt the officerâs hands linger for a fraction of a second at his groin, David wasnât too confident that she was right.
Finally David grabbed his bag and left.
000
âThat was a wonderful lecture on the transition from heating to cooling and vice versa via an optomechanical system, Professor Forbes.â
âIâm glad you were impressed. ErâŠcan I use your bathroom?â
âOf course, Professor. The doorâs on your left.â
âThanks. And please, call me David.â
âWell, hello, David.â
David turned to stare at the man now standing in front of him. He froze. It was the customs officer from the airport. âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
âOh.â Amanda smiled. âThis is my brother, Matthew. I forgot to mention heâs joining us for dinner.â
âAnd maybe a bit more,â Matthew added, his eyes fixed on David.
David blushed the colour of pink bubblegum and grabbed the handle to the bathroom door. Once inside he turned the lock and leaned his back against the cool wood before slowly sliding down onto the tiled floor. All of a sudden he felt sick, embarrassed and angry. That man had invaded his private belongings and made him feel like a pervert. The thought of having dinner with him made David want to retch. He yearned to escape to his hotel room and envelop himself in lace and nylon, and lipstick.
âIs this your first trip to Singapore?â Matthew asked as he expertly trapped a shrimp entwined in spicy noodles with his chopsticks.
âYou fucking know it isnât.â David hissed, his thought escaping his lips before he even realised. He shot a glance at Amanda but she had turned to open the wine and seemed not to have heard his outburst.
Suddenly a telephone rang.
âWho can that be?â Amanda asked, getting up from the table. âPour the wine, Matthew, while I get that.â
The two men were alone.
âOh no, so you said,â Matthew declared in response to Davidâs outburst. âHave you unpacked everything from your bag yet?â
David glared daggers at two smoldering brown eyes then took a long slow sip from his glass of perfectly chilled Sancerre. âSo tell me, is it because orang-utans are so rare that you managed to get a mundane job working all day at that airport?â
Matthewâs lips curved into a broad smile, the smoldering look in his eyes intensifying. David leaned back in his chair and tried to look smug, but his hand was shaking. He placed it on his lap, over his garter, praying that this good-looking moron wasnât going to frisk him again.
âActually, it was a bullet through my hip which got me pensioned off from my job with the Hong Kong police. My skill in spotting a suspicious perp from a hundred yards got me a post in security here. But I guess a physicist whoâs so stuck up his own backside, living in a theoretical world, wouldnât know anything about the dangers in the real world. Prior to checking you out, I arrested a perp from Thailand with nearly a kilo of cocaine stuffed up his arse. By the way, yours is way too cute to keep all to yourself.â
David went crimson and nearly fell off his chair. He was saved by Amanda.
âSorry the call took so long. Letâs get this dinner served. You two must be starving.â
000
The following day David insisted he didnât want to impose on Amandaâs hospitality. He would spend the evening preparing for his final lecture in his hotel room.
At last he could wear his dress, put some make-up on and venture out, unknown and uninhibited. A drink at a bar in the hotel across the road would be enough to satisfy his need to be who he wanted to be.
The fabric of the dress felt lovely against his skin. He admired himself in the full-length mirror and felt a calm joy within. A quick drink would set him up nicely for the evening. He picked up his keys and credit card and prepared to go to step out for a while.
As he pulled the door open to leave David felt sick. He found himself staring aghast at Matthew, who was about to knock on his door, holding a large white box.
âOh! Am I interrupting something?â
David turned back into his room. How could he possibly go out now? âWhat do you think? Well. Now youâve seen me. Why donât you just have your laugh and fuck off!â
Matthew followed him inside and closed the door. âWow! I thought you might like some company and I could show you another side to Singapore. One I know my sister wonât have shown you.â Suddenly he smiled that rich broad smile David had seen last night.
Matthewâs eyes suddenly fixed on Davidâs dress. There was a moment of stillness. Then he handed David the box.
âThis is for you. I thought you might like a souvenir. LookâŠif Iâve got this wrong then just say and Iâll leave. ButâŠIâd love to see you in this.â Matthewâs insides were doing somersaults. Yes! He had got this guy exactly right. A cross-dresser who was intelligent and gorgeous. Now he hoped he was gay, or at least bi.
David sat on the bed and stared at the box. âYou got this for me?â
Matthew sat beside him. âHere, let me help.â
He pulled out a long robe of rich red satin adorned with swirls in gold thread.
David was trembling. He reached out to touch the smooth fabric. âIâI donât understand.â
âFrom the moment I spied you when you arrived here, I admired you.â
âAdmired me? You humiliated me.â
âHey. Iâm sorry I teased you but I didnât know how else to stop you walking straight out the airport. I thought Iâd hit the jackpot when you turned up at my sisterâs.â He paused a moment before deciding to just go for it. âIt can be tough being gay here. Especially for an alpha male.â
Davidâs laugh was weak and self-deprecating. He held his hands out. âHa! Look at me. Iâm no alpha male. And for your information, Iâm not gay.â
âI didnât mean you.â
âOh.â
Matthew stood up. âAnd Iâm sorry I got you wrong. I hopedâŠWell it doesnât matter now.â He headed to the door. âI hope you like the dress.â
âYou donât want to see me in it?â
Matthew stopped. âIâd love to.â
Holding the dress up, David finally smiled. He just knew he was going to look stunning in it. But it was just a huge rectangle of red and gold. âI think I might need some help putting it on.â
Standing naked at the bottom of the bed, feeling nervous as hell, David steadily drifted to heaven as Matthew took time and great care to coil the rich red satin tightly around his torso and drape it over his right shoulder.
Matthew stepped back. âOh my, you look amazing.â
âI feel it,â Diana whispered. Her breath hitched as Matthew wrapped his arm around her waist and began to slowly sway, dancing to the music of their breathing.
As the minutes passed away, so too did tensions and any remaining doubts. Finally Matthew broke the silence.
âCan I get you out of this now and into that huge bed?â
Dianaâs words were barely audible. âI thought youâd never ask. And I hope thatâs not the only thing youâre planning on getting into.â
Their bodies collided and their worlds rocked. Matthew was definitely alpha male and the woman in David exploded in erotic euphoria as they came in unison, Matthew filling that tight entrance completely as Davidâs sperm covered Matthewâs hand. Perfect.
âNow for some fun.â Matthew began to roll Diana in her dress. âYouâre not escaping me now.â His laughter grew as Dianaâs giggles filled the room. With visions of Arabian carpets and beautiful women, Matthew pulled to unfurl his companion.
Suddenly there was a loud thud as David landed on the floor.
âFuck!â he yelled, clutching his shoulder. âThat bloody hurt.â
âShit! Iâm sorry. David are you okay?â
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âSo,â exclaimed Lucy, wallowing in superior delight as she watched David struggle to get one arm out of his jacket, while trying to protect the other. âYou got your Singapore sling, then.â
Davidâs grimace was short-lived as he finally got free from the jacket. âIt was so worth it thoughâŠâ
Lucy began to unfasten his case. âSo what did you get me? Did you bring me an orang-utan?â
âIâm a physicist not a biologist.â
âThatâs so boring.â
With his one hand, David rummaged to the bottom of his bag. âHere. Stop sulking.â He handed her the red robe.
Lucy began to unfold the fabric when out popped a small cuddly orang-utan. âYouâre such a sweety,â she said, reaching up for a kiss.
âBut you have to let me dress you. And then I want a go too. We can share.â
That part was amazing! I hope that we see more of Diana and Matthew in this story.