The Memoirs of Cordelia Chan

Jacob retrieved his pants and went to assist his buddies. With the situation outside the police would not let me leave via the front door. I shut the office door and changed into my Gi. Undoing the skylight, I climbed out onto the roof staying as flat as possible. I lowered myself so I was standing on the razor wire behind the office and somersaulted to the ground. I crossed the street and walked to the end of the block. I had to wait for about five minutes before I managed to hail a cab.
It was nearly twenty past ten when I got to the Dojo. The class was about to leave thinking I was not turning up again. I apologized for being late again and suggested we get under way. As I went through the exercise routine I realised that next term I was going to have to split the class in two, it also meant I was going to have to start earlier and make each class one and a half hours instead of two. As we finished I advised them that I would be restructuring the class next term and that I would be away the second weekend in December.
Rather than go back to the apartment I asked Sumito to drive me to the lot. Things had calmed down and there was just a single squad car present. Jena and Brent were surprised but relieved to see me. Over half the helmets and half the jackets were gone. They'd provisionally sold three bikes off the lot and taken orders for half a dozen more. I sent them off for a break and to get some lunch. I thanked Sumito and she said she'd see me next week. I went into the shop to see if I could locate Young-Jae and caught him with his hand up Choi's skirt. I sent him outside to sweep the yard and then had a sharp word with Choi. When she ran off crying I thought I'd over done it, but she turned up the following afternoon as usual and apologized for her behaviour. I apologized for being sharp with her, but she said that I'd been right and she had been rushing things.

The following week things returned to their normal monotony, except that I would now meet up with Ryan and Charles for lunch on a daily basis. Hu left a message at the lot to say the accounts were finished and he needed Wangs signature. I rang him back and told him to bring the books to me at the Dojo on Saturday and that I'd arrange to get them signed. When he turned up he only had the fake official set with him. I told him I couldn't check they were correct unless he bought me the originals as well. I also needed to verify that the duplicates were identical and confirm the book types so I could obtain a matching pair. He said he'd bring them over Tuesday evening.
The week passed much like the previous one, except on Tuesday afternoon I made what would be the first of regular weekly trips to my safety deposit box at the Fremont Bank. On Friday morning I got another delivery, although this time the courier has the sense to wait until the lecture finished. There were also several boxes this time, two large and 3 small.
The dress this time was sleeveless, strap less, and virtually backless. To go with it were a silk shawl, Pearl Choker, gloves, and a thong. When Ryan and Charles realized it was more than I'd worn under the previous dress, I was forced to pick their jaws up and close their mouths. I made the phone call and the car was confirmed for 7pm.

The dress proved to be far more revealing than anything I'd worn before, and I wondered what the point was of wearing it at all. I opted not to wear the thong as it actually drew attention to the fact I didn't have a bikini line.
The driver's reaction when I opened the apartment door was indicative of the evening to come. His mouth opened but no words came out. His eyes which had initially been at eye line traveled down by body and then back up again. Usually when men look at a woman their eyes stop on the way back up at the bust line, his got no further than my crotch. Marcus's reaction when I got into the car was similar. When he told me to go and change into the other dress, I told him I'd rather go naked than be seen in the same dress twice. He said "You already are " to which I replied "You bought it. Are we going or not?"
The dress caused quite a stir at the Halloween ball. It was a buffet affair which meant I could at least stand all the time, which was something of a relief. I also got to dance a lot more than previously and didn't lack partners, although there were lots of angry and envious looks and sideways comments from wives, girlfriends, and dates.
I found out later that it had taken Marcus a considerable sum to retrieve all the pictures and negatives the photographers had taken. We left the ball around half eleven primarily because Marcus was jealous of all the attention I was getting. It did have one benefit. He was much more inspired that night.

I was actually up early enough the following morning to go for a run before breakfast. Marcus caught me in the shower but I wasn't interested. He wasn't happy. I reminded him of what he'd said the first night and he shut up. I dressed and ate breakfast. As I was about to leave he asked if he could see me the following Friday. I told him I'd already made other arrangements. I had but the parties involved didn't know about it yet.

The following week passed in the manner I would describe as normal, at least for me. Wednesday lunchtime I invited Charles and Ryan out on Friday night. They could bring dates if they wished. They wanted to know where they were going. I told them nothing except that smart dress, not jeans or trainers, was required. Their dates should wear skirts or dresses. On the way home I dropped into see Jena and Brent. They jumped at a chance of a night out especially when they learnt where we were going.
Friday night arrived and Charles and Ryan arrived at my apartment. Charles had a girl by the name of Alexis with him. If this was their first date then I suspected their might be problems. I was to be proved wrong. When Jena and Brent arrived we set off. I sent them and Ryan on ahead whilst Charles, Alexis and I caught a second cab.
The Purple Dragon was busy as usual, although we had no trouble getting in. Rather than take a table near the front upstairs we opted for one of the booths. I noticed Marcus was present. Thankfully he didn't try to join us.
As the evening passed by, we drank, talked, and danced. I refrained from doing anything like I'd done on previous occasions, although I got several requests to do so.
It must have been approaching 1am when the assistant manager approached or table. "Miss Chan. May I speak with you."
I got up and followed him to the office. It seemed a large portion of the clientele had approached various members of the staff during the evening with requests for me to dance. He said he'd pay me $250 if I did. I laughed. He looked at me "You're not going to dance."
"I didn't say that. Get me a clean dry empty ice bucket. A large one." He looked at me "Just do it. I'm going to talk to your DJ."
He played a couple more records, and then made an announcement "It appears you've all been bugging the staff to get a certain young lady to dance for you."
The place went quite. "Well if you'd give her some space on the floor she's got something to say to you. "
As they cleared a space I somersaulted off the stage. There was a cheer. "You want me to dance?"
There was another cheer. " Well lets see how much " and I raised the ice box "If I don't see notes you don't get to see me. Now where are the gentlemen who helped me last week. Brent get yourself down here as well."
The ice box was about half full. "So you're not as keen as you all make out then"
A money clip landed at my feet. I looked up. Marcus Trent was standing at the edge of the gallery. "Okay. I just need a quick word with these gentlemen.". I gave them instructions and warnings, gave Jena the ice box and signaled to the DJ. I danced to the first two records on my own, and then danced with each of the men I had selected except for Brent. The next two records were high tempo and I danced alone again doing various acrobatics. The last record was a slow number and the one I'd reserved for Brent. I moved him around the floor until Jena had a clear view of what was about to happen. He was behind me and I moved his hands across my body, slowly sliding his right hand lower. Jena started to scowl. Brent got the idea and it continued of its own volition. He got to finger me for about 7 seconds before the record finished. I turned round and kissed him then bowed to the audience, who cheered, whistled and shouted in appreciation. Marcus and Jena were no longer standing on the balcony.
When I got back to the table, Charles was guarding the ice box, and there were at least a dozen drinks on the table. "Do you make an exhibition of yourself often?"
"No. Where's Jena."
"She went to the ladies. I think you upset her. Alexis went to make sure she's okay."
"and Ryan?"
"He went to the john. I think he'll be a while. That was quite some display and I know he wants you.
"And you don't?"
"Wouldn't be fair to Alexis would it?
"I'll bear that in mind."
Jena and Alexis came back before Ryan and Brent did. Jena had obviously been crying. "Look I'm sorry. I went too far. I'm not trying to take him away from you. I did owe you for Jacob."
"Cordelia you can be really stupid at times. I did that for your benefit, not out of jealousy. If you'd fucked him he'd have started expecting it."
I hugged her. " I think you'd better take him outside or home, before he finds someone else."
Brent and Jena left about 5 minutes later, and we followed after about half an hour. The others wanted to go back to campus but I told them they'd be unlikely to get a cab. They were welcome to the floor at my place.
When we got back to the apartment I managed to grab a quick word with Alexis as I made coco. She had the option of the floor with Charles or sleeping on the bed with me. She opted for the floor. We sat and talked as we drank the coco and then I retired leaving the others to sort out their sleeping arrangements. When I woke some 5 hours later, in time to shower and get to class, Alexis and Charles were snuggled up in the living room and Ryan was in the kitchen.