Slave Of Destiny (16 page)

Well, today's the
day Michael found his future wife. He'd been coming to the Discovery Shopping
Mall in Kuta for quite a while now and he almost had given up hope finding the
girl of his dreams. Sure there were many beautiful Asian and Malay girls around
him, but none had captured his heart. He had searched the night clubs, the bars
and the shops, but he never found her. It all started about six months ago when
he arrived in Bali on his yacht Taylor Maid. The solo sail to Bali had been
scary, if not dangerous at times and Michael decided to sell his yacht and look
here for his girl. He put the yacht up for sale and moved into a small unit.
Taylor Maid sold two months later for twenty thousand dollars; lock stock and
barrel.

Michael happened to
break the band on his expensive automatic Seiko diver’s watch, so he went in
search for a jewelry store which carried out watch repairs. He made his way
down to the hallway of the mall looking at the displays in the shop fronts and
saw the most beautiful girl in the world. She was standing behind a display
cabinet filled with rings, watches and other jewelry, so he went in.

“Hello,” a young
girl's voice sang out, “can I help you, please?”

God, Michael felt
like an idiot when he didn’t say anything and she looked at him questioningly.
He supposed she was wondering if he could speak English because Michael
continued to stare at her.

“Can I help you,
sir?” she asked again.

“Yes” he mumbled
when his brain finally started functioning again. “I need my watch repaired.”

Michael thought she
was in her early twenties, but he wasn’t positive about her age. She was
definitely wasn’t Taiwanese or Indonesian. Her long lustrous black hair was
full and hung down to her waist. She had those almond shaped black eyes and a
sensual smile. She was fairly thin and had a medium bust.

“When you need it
back?” she asked in her broken English.

“I guess in about a
week” he replied.

She nodded and
pulled out a note pad. She scribbled on it and then she looked up and said, “It
can be repaired on Wednesday. Come here after two o'clock, Mr…..?”

“I’m Michael Hart”
he mentioned.

“Come back then
Michael” she whispered as she scribbled his name.

Today was Friday,
so he said “Ok I’ll come back then.”

Michael turned
around and walked out of the shop, but stopped and turned around again and
walked back to the counter.

“Wait” he
whispered, “what's your name?”

“Dilisay” she
replied, looking shyly away. “Everyone calls me Sally.”

“Sally would you
like to go with me for a soft drink or a coffee after you finish work?” he
asked hopefully.

“I finish at 5pm”
she replied.

“Great, I’ll come
back then” he said happily.

Michael finally
began to breathe as he walked away. He hadn't realized that he had been holding
it. It dawned on him about an hour later, what a fool he'd been. She was the
girl in his dreams.

Sally smiled that
brilliant white-toothed smile when Michael met her at 5pm and she stuck out her
hand for him to hold. He took her soft left hand with his right and held it
gently. He didn't want to let this one get away. She smiled and urged him
gently to follow her to the door and out into the hallway. They walked down the
stairs and out onto the side walk, before they crossed the road and into a
café.

The café was filled
with people, but they were able to find an empty table in a corner. Sally asked
Michael what he wanted so he asked for a coffee and then she ordered, but
Michael insisted on paying for both of them. Michael leaned forwards and tried
to make idle conversation over the din. She was from the Philippines. She was
born and raised near Manila, but her family was still in her home town of
Angeles City. She had won a scholarship with the Udayana University in Denpasar
and she'd been here about a year. This was her sophomore year and she was
nineteen. His heart seemed to skip a beat as she talked. She was living with a
Filipino family in Sanur, her mother’s brother’s family, but she had her own
room. She hesitated after explaining that to him and he could tell she wasn't
happy there.

“How are your
studies going?” Michael asked as he gazed into her eyes.

“It is fine” she
replied shyly; briefly breaking eye contact.

She hesitated
again, before she continued her story. Her schoolwork was ok now, but it had
been hard at first because her English hadn't been that good. Her small income
allowed her to pay for the bus, board and lodging, while having enough left
over to occasionally pay for a tutor.

“Thank you for the
drink, but I have to go” she announced suddenly.

“When are your
classes and what days do you go to work, because I want to see you again?”
Michael pleaded.

“I work Wednesday
to Saturday, 9am to 5pm, and my classes, in Denpasar, are on Mondays and
Tuesdays” she said slowly.

“Great, I’ll pick
you up at your house at 7:30pm on Saturday” he said.

“No. I come to you.
Please write me your address” she pleaded.

Michael scribbled
down his address on napkin and passed it and some cash to her and said, “This
is for the taxi.”

She readily
accepted the money, because he could see that she was unsure how she was going
to get there.

The two of them
stood up and walked out of the café. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and
rushed off. Michael watched as she walked down the sidewalk, before she turned
and disappeared around the next street corner.

* * *

Saturday didn't
come soon enough. She arrived at the door wearing a black clingy dress which
hugged her curves. She wore more make-up than she did the other day, but
Michael wasn't complaining because she looked so beautiful.

“It’s nice to see
you again, Sally” he said jovially. “Please come in.”

“I don’t think I
should, but we go out now” she whispered as took a step backwards.

Michael realized she
had some reservations about his real intentions, because he saw her look around
and then breathed a sigh of relief as he collected his wallet, walked through
the door and locked it behind him. He imagined she had pictured him dragging
her into the apartment and raping her.

“Hello, Sally,”
Michael said with a lump in his throat, “how are you?”

“I am good,” she
answered with that quiet sensual voice.

He held her hand
and they walked together and went to a nice Chinese restaurant. Her dress
plunged down the front, showing a little cleavage, and her black hair had been
trimmed, because it cascaded over her shoulders and long tendrils were hanging
loose on both sides of her face. She wore dark red lipstick that emphasized the
lushness of her mouth and her eye makeup was flawless. Michael was so proud to
be with her that evening.

After dinner
Michael took her home by taxi and was surprised when she melted into his arms
in the back seat. He kissed her good night when they stopped outside her block
of units in Sanur and she returned his kiss.

“What are you doing
tomorrow?” he asked.

“I go to church in
the morning” she replied.

“Would you care to
join me for lunch tomorrow?” Michael asked as he glanced at her bewildered
face.

Michael could tell
she was taken aback by the offer. So much so that she couldn't find an answer.
She smiled and agreed softly, but he felt it was only to be polite. She smiled
her wonderful smile, gave him a quick kiss and hopped out of the taxi.

“I’ll pick you up
tomorrow at 12pm” he whispered.

She turned around
and Michael watched those hips sway as she walked away from him.

* * *

When Michael picked
her up the next day she was wearing a pale blue blouse and long royal blue
skirt. Her long hair was done up into a ponytail, which hung down her back. He
opened the door for her and said “You’re beautiful, Sally.”

“Thank you” she
said shyly.

She sat on the seat
of the taxi and Michael hopped in through the door on the other side. He
explained to the driver where he wanted to go, so he started the car and drove
slowly away from the curb.

“How do you get to
work and the university?” he asked, because even though the nearest bus stop
was close, she had a fair distance to travel to work in Kuta and her studies at
the university in Denpasar from where she lived. “Do you ride the bus every
time?”

“Yes” she replied.

They ate in an
outdoor type restaurant on Kuta Beach where they ordered spring rolls as an
appetizer followed by fried rice complemented with Asian vegetables dish. He
offered her a glass of wine from the bottle he ordered and she smiled
sheepishly as she accepted. Michael thought it may have been her first drink of
alcohol. The two of them ate and chatted for more than an hour, before she
admitted “I must go back and study. I have an exam tomorrow. Thank you for
asking me out again.”

“It’s my pleasure
to be in the company of someone as beautiful as you” he whispered.

She blushed
innocently at his words, but they stood up and left the restaurant, before the
taxi drove both of them to her home. They made arrangements to get together on
Wednesday night for dinner and the movies. Michael watched as she practically
skipped up the steps to the lobby door and then she turned and waved good-bye.

Wednesday didn't
come soon enough. Michael returned to the jewelry shop to pick up his watch,
just before closing time. Sally was wearing the standard shop’s uniform of a
white top and a burgundy-red skirt. She produced his repaired watch and he paid
her for it, before she collected her bag in the back room and walked out the
door with him. She was feeling a lot more comfortable around him because she
suggested that she would shower and dress for dinner in his apartment.

Michael offered her
a drink when they arrived there and she accepted, so he went into the fridge
and found and open bottle of Moscatto and brought out two glasses. This bottle
of wine was one of the few remaining bottles he had brought from Australia in
his yacht. She sipped it and her eyes sparkled at the taste. They talked some
more about her aim in life and before the two of them knew it they'd been
conversing and drinking wine for an hour.

“I go have a shower
now” she advised; giggling and slurring her words slightly from the wine.

She went into the
bathroom, so Michael turned on the cassette player and played a Paul McCartney
tape, Band on the run.

“Your turn” she
said when she left the bathroom and came out to the lounge, giggling.

Sally had a towel
around her which just covered her bum and her breasts. Michael stood up quickly
and found their lips were only a few inches apart and he was surprised when she
leaned into him and gave him a deep kiss. Her full lips smashed against his and
he felt the heat of her young body through the towel. They held the embrace for
a long, long time, but the kiss went from passionate to sensual as her tongue
pressed his when Michael parted his lips. She moaned loudly when his hands
wandered up and down her back and cupped her rounded bum cheeks. The two of
them finally broke apart, so he reached for her hand and encouraged her to head
for the bedroom. She hesitated slightly as they reached the doorway, but then
she boldly stepped into the room. She reached for the towel knotted in the middle
near her breasts, but Michael stopped her. She frowned at him and then surrendered
herself to another kiss. Michael pulled off his polo shirt and unbuttoned his
pants. She watched him as he lowered his pants and under-pants to the floor and
stepped out of them. She didn’t move as he released the knotted towel and
dropped it to the floor. Michael kissed her more intently now as they fell on
to the bed and cuddled each other. Her eyes moved from side to side as she
looked into his as if she was questioning their next move.

“I need you” she
purred.

They kissed and
hugged as hands roamed over each other’s bodies. He kissed her neck and trailed
his kisses to her breasts and she moaned with pleasure. Michael began to wonder
if Sally was a virgin. Then he began to stress that she actually was one.
Michael didn't know if he could go through with this if she was. Her lips
sought out his and once again they began kissing deeply. He ran his fingers
through her incredible silky hair and relished the silky feeling. His lips
moved from her mouth and he smothered her entire face with quick little kisses.
She arched her neck up as he trailed them down and started kissing her neck
again. She moaned as he worked his way around and down to her breasts. She
tensed up as Michael felt between her legs, but he felt her soften at his
touch. She looked into his eyes again and smiled, so he went back to kissing
every inch of her body. He moved his mouth around the soft contour of her neck,
while her hand was busy probing between his legs. Michael’s mouth moved down to
her breast and he nibbled on an engorged nipple. Her aureoles were small and
milk chocolate in color, but he happily sucked on one. Michael moved over to
the other breast and left a trail of saliva to mark his path. She moaned as he
sucked on the other swollen nipple. She was moaning quietly as he nursed on both
her breasts, then he licked and kissed all around the fleshy globes. Sally’s
pubic hair was very dark and dense, so Michael reached out with his right hand
and gently combed his fingers through it. She trembled as he hit one of her
erogenous zones and he continued to rub her there. She groaned with pleasure at
his teasing, so he trailed his kisses to her clitoris. Michael probed with his
tongue and moved it lightly from the bottom of her slit to the top. Sally
arched her back and tried to push harder into Michael’s face as he brushed his
tongue against her clitoris. He heard her gasp loudly and Michael felt her body
jerk several times with ecstasy before she quietly sighed and relaxed.