The Siren's Song, Part 2

The Siren's Song
by uciboy

PART II

I didn't have the chance to call Naomi because to my surprise she called me
first the very next day.  After saying what an enjoyable evening she had the
night before, she asked whether we could get together again for another game
of chess.  I agreed, but was initially surprised that she suggested that we
meet at her condo in Santa Monica rather than neutral ground.  Would we be
sleeping together so soon, I wondered.  Perhaps sensing some hesitation in the
silence of my pause, she then mentioned that her twin girls would also be
home.  More comfortable at hearing that, I agreed and we set a 7 pm chess
date.

When I arrived, I was greeted at the door by Naomi.  "Come on in," she said,
"it's good to see you."

As I walked through the door, my senses were greeted by a smell I knew only
too well.  On the kitchen counter was a pack of Virginia Slims 120's Menthol.
My heart was beating quickly now as I saw her pick up the pack and pull out
one of the long cigarettes inside.  

"I'm afraid you got me smoking again," she said before lighting the 120
freehanded at an angle.  

"Sorry about that," I lied as I pulled my Saratogas out of my coat pocket.

Naomi finished a deep puff and held it in for several seconds before blowing
out a long stream of smoke between her pursed lips.  "Don't be sorry," she
said with great satisfaction.  "I should have started again years ago."  She
looked incredibly sexy as she took another puff on that cigarette.

"Where are the kids?" I asked.

"They're still at cheerleading practice," Naomi replied dismissively as she
grabbed me a drink and we proceeded to sit down at the table to play some
chess.

Her tone surprised me.  "Cheerleaders, huh?  They must be quite popular at
school."

"Yeah, I guess," she replied, again in a rather disparaging tone and she took
a quick puff on her 120, inhaling the smoke in a quick snap.  I looked around
the dining room but saw no pictures of them on the walls, nor did I notice any
in the living room on my way in.  I should have taken that as a sign, perhaps,
of the danger that awaited me - but I was too enchanted with Naomi's renewed
love for smoking to really think about what the future held for me.

For two hours Naomi and I played several games of chess.  To be honest, she
wasn't very good and often left her most important pieces vulnerable to
attack.  After a while I wondered whether she was just letting me win, but in
fact she was just a terrible player.  Yet even when losing she appeared to
enjoy the game (or maybe just who she was playing with??), and we both had a
good time.  To be honest, I didn't care much about the game anyway.  I was
more interested in her hand movements towards the pack of Virginia Slims that
lay near her than I was of any of her pieces on the chessboard.  

And Naomi did not disappoint.  About every twenty minutes she would light a
fresh cigarette.  It was obvious that after so many years of not smoking, she
was experiencing a reawakening to the habit.  She must have been a heavy
smoker back in her days, because she was not letting up this night.  But I
also sensed from her that her smoking was relieving a tension - a tension for
which I had not yet determined the source.

By 9 pm, however, the pieces fell into place, for it was at that hour when her
daughters arrived home.  Naomi immediately tensed up when she heard the garage
door opening - and she lit a fresh cigarette as if to ease that tension.
Within a moment, I could hear one of them calling out, "What is that smell?"

"Your daughters don't know you've started smoking again?" I asked quietly.

Naomi said nothing but just looked down at the chessboard, smoking intently
now as she pondered her next move.

It is often said that in appearance, daughters most resemble their father.
When the twins walked into the dining room, I can only surmise that their
father must have been the most handsome man in Japan - because these two girls
were nothing short of gorgeous.  They both had long black hair that fell down
past their shoulders, high cheek bones, and a slanting curvature to the eyes
that were more intense than their mother's - and thus much more attractive.  

As a teacher I have certainly encountered some beautiful young women, but none
of my students had a physical appearance that could sexually arouse me in the
way those twins did.  Needless to say, I felt quite ashamed thinking the
thoughts that were erupting in my mind as I saw them in those red and white
cheerleading outfits.

"You're smoking," one of the girls said in shock to her mother.  

"Oh my God," added the other with excitement as she came up to Naomi at the
table.  "I want one!"

Naomi, who had been focused on the chessboard, suddenly came to life and
slapped the teen's hand that reached for the pack of Virginia Slims.
"Bakatari," she scowled.  I was stunned.  I knew enough Japanese from school
days to know that she was calling the girl an idiot - something that mothers
just don't do in front of guests.  She then added derisively, "You're too
young to smoke."

Never had I seen such an expression of absolute hate as I saw on that young
girl's face.  If lasers could have emanated from those tightly curved eyes,
Naomi would have been burned to a cinder in her chair.  But without fear,
Naomi returned to plotting her next chess move, leaving her daughter to stare
at nothing but the side of her head.

Until that moment, the girls had paid no attention to me; and so seeking to
ease the tension in the air, I introduced myself.  "Hi," I said with a smile
and a handshake, "I'm Steve."

Quickly, the expression of hate on the one girl's face melted into a sweet,
innocent smile.  "I'm Alicia," she said as she took my hand.  "This is Dana."

The three of us chit-chatted back and forth for a couple of minutes, and I was
impressed with their conversational abilities.  They were very charming, and
their words were filled with flattery.  "Mom's lucky to have found such a
handsome man," Dana said gushingly to her sister - and the conversation went
on like this for another few minutes.  

But even as they appeared attentive to me and what I had to say, I could sense
that both of them were much more interested in their Mom's smoking than they
were in listening to me.  Would it surprise the reader to discover that I was
turned on by that?  What a beautiful sight it would have been to see all three
of these women smoking 120 cigarettes.  But I digress....

Naomi finally moved a piece on the board and said, "Your move."  This was
apparently a signal to stop talking with the girls and get back to what I was
supposed to be doing - which was, of course, paying attention to her and not
the twins.  The girls soon left and I returned to my pieces.

Naomi had unknowingly exposed her queen, but I pretended to ignore the error
and made an insignificant move to keep the game going.  I wanted to find out
what kind of relationship she had with her daughters.  Mind you, it was not a
matter of prying that motivated me; but rather, I wanted to know what I was
getting myself into if I decided to pursue Naomi in earnest.

"Your girls are very sweet," I said as she pondered her next move.  She only
responded with a small, "Hmph."  I was going to have to be more direct.

"Naomi, I don't want to pry, but did you have an argument recently with your
daughters?"

Naomi knew that whatever piece she played, I could checkmate her in two moves.
"I give up," she said as she picked up her cigarette and sat back in her
chair.  She raised the cigarette to her lips and took a deep puff, then held
the cigarette at face level as she exhaled a cone of smoke up towards the
light hanging above the table.

"I know what you are thinking about my daughters," she said looking straight
at me.

I was petrified.  Was she a mind reader?  Could she discern every sexual
fantasy I was having about those two cheerleaders?

"You think they're the nicest, sweetest kids you've ever seen."

I relaxed.  Thank God she couldn't read minds.  And her assessment was not
quite accurate.  Alicia's attempt to smoke a cigarette gave me quite a
different impression than a nice, sweet girl, but I let Naomi continue without
interruption.

"You have no idea what they are really like."  She took a slow filter covered
puff, letting the smoke burn her lungs before exhaling through her nose.
"They're demons," she whispered as she stubbed out the cigarette.

I knew, of course, that she was speaking metaphorically and so asked, "Tell me
about their father."

Naomi picked up the pack in her hand, but did not pull out a cigarette as she
said, "He was so charming.  I met him soon after arriving in the U.S. and I
gave him my whole heart.  But after I married him, I learned that his dark
heart had no love to give in return."  She now pulled out a cigarette.  "He
was a member of the Yakuza," she said as she put the 120 between her lips, "-
the Japanese mafia - and I was little more than a trophy for him."  I reached
across and lit the tip of her cigarette.  After exhaling a stream of smoke
across the table, she said, "I can't describe to you how bleak my life was
those two years we were married.  When he was killed back in Japan on a job, I
felt a sense of tremendous liberation.  But then I found out I was two months
pregnant."

Naomi puffed nervously on her Virginia Slim.  "Just the thought of carrying
his children disgusted me, but I feared retribution from his employers if I
had an abortion.  They told me to 'honor his name' by giving birth to his
twins.  In return, they set up a million dollar endowment for the girls.  What
could I do?"

She paused, staring into space for a moment as she thought about her life.  "I
hoped for the best," she said with some distress.  "I thought that if I raised
them with love and affection that they would turn out okay, ya know.  But it
became evident that they were spawned from demon seed.  They are the kind of
kids who laugh when they see someone in pain.  From the time they were little,
they used cunning to get what they wanted, and now they use their beauty.  No
one can resist their siren song.  It's as if only I can see the true monsters
that they are."  Naomi gave her cigarette a tap against the ashtray.  "I can
tell you this, no good will ever come from them."

The reader by now is wondering why I didn't flea from the scene while my
sanity was still in tact.  Perhaps, though, I had been enchanted by the sweet
music of the twins.

"Well surely," I said, "once they reach adulthood, they can collect the
endowment and be out of your hair."  What I didn't realize until that moment,
however, was that there was a vengeance driving Naomi against her daughters,
and especially against the spirit of her husband.

"They will never see a dime of that blood money, if I can help it" she said
with vengeful glee.  "I've seen to it that they can only collect it with my
permission - which I will NEVER give."

"But couldn't they sue you for it once they reach 21?  It is in their name,
isn't it?"  

"Oh, how I would enjoy that," she said with a laugh, "suing me for funds that
were donated illegally by a mafia organization.  They'd lose it forever when
the feds found out."

She could see from the expression on my face that I was impressed with her
cunning.  Perhaps she wasn't such a bad chess player after all.  "Don't forget
that I'm an accountant," she said with some pride as she leaned back and
triumphantly brought the cigarette up to the corner of her mouth.  "And a damn
good one, too.  The only way they can collect that money is when I'm dead -
and I plan on outliving both of them."  She puffed gently on the 120, bringing
the tip to life, and slowly nosehaled the creamy contents.  It was at that
moment that I knew I wanted her sexually.  Her deviousness in trying to
outsmart her daughters was quite a turn-on for me.  But as I watched her
exhale a creamy cloud towards my face, I noticed that there was movement in
the shadows far behind her.  One of her daughters had been watching and
listening from the staircase - and I wondered how much she had heard.

"Let's go upstairs," Naomi said to me.

As much as I wanted her at that moment, I was still taken aback by the
question.  "What about your daughters?"

"What about them?" she said blankly.

Within a few minutes I was upstairs with Naomi's legs wrapped around my waste,
sharing passionate smoky kisses with her until we were both exhausted.  It was
obvious that this woman had not had sex in a good number of years, and all
those pent up passions now forcing their way to the top gave me many nights of
pleasure to come.

But it wasn't just the sex that kept me coming back.  I was enchanted with her
daughters, and I looked forward to catching a glimpse of them and listening to
their siren song each time I entered her home.

END PART II

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