-At a stunning location, known as Isshiki Beach, the boys from D*Date, are posing for promotional advertisements, for their upcoming album release, and for marketing in the foreign press. Isshiki beach had been used by the Emperor of Japan since 1894, as a winter beach house escape. Now, the government issues rights for those to use the location, and so on this day, the D*Date boys got to enjoy what was once the play ground of Japanese royalty. Nanna Noonie, was also enjoying the day, laughing and joking with the boys, as their Manager went to take a call. One of the assistants turned up the sound, and the song that came on, was LMFAO’s Party Rock Anthem. Now if it was one thing Nanna could do…and well, it was shuffle. The lads, who had been throwing a beach ball around, while dressed in brightly coloured shirts, shorts and hats, suddenly joined Noonie in a dance, and all were shuffling, while the photographer started taking more pictures, with Nanna Noonie holding her own to the beat. The other beach goers, all joined in, and there was about fifty people on the beach, all shuffling in time with Nanna Noonie.
“Every day I’m Zhuffling.”
The crowd all cheered as the song came to its conclusion, and people were wanting to have photos taken with the diminutive Nanna Noonie, who was fast becoming of a celebrity in her own right, for hanging out with the likes of D*Date. Nanna was offered a director chair, under a large umbrella, while the boys went back to finish the photo shoot, as a black limousine pulled up not far from the beach. The black tinted window started to go down, as the executive in the back seat, placed a gnarled hand upon the edge, and he was wearing a signet ring, with a gold N upon it. Nanna Noonie was fanning herself, as she waved at the young lads, an assistant handing her a soda. One of the runners came over to Nanna Noonie, and asked;
(translation : Nanna you are a very good dancer. How do you do it?)
Nanna started to chuckle, understanding the girl perfectly, and took her hand in her and said.
(Translation : “When I was your age, I was a dancer. So long ago now. Ah, those were the days.”)
The young assistant sat beside her, as Nanna Noonie was about to share a part of her life, that few people knew about.
(translation: – “It was 1939…in Singapore…..”)
1939 – Singapore
It was a different time, the world was in the grip of the Second world war. The United States was yet to make its mark in the Pacific, and the British were struggling to maintain control of an Empire, that was at risk of being overrun.
A very young and impressionable Noni Wahlström, was a burlesque dancer in one of the leading nightclubs in the Singapore capital. Noni was stunning, flowing winter white locks, so pure, her skin the colour of alabaster. Fine and so soft. Her dance was the one of the feathered fans, while she was discreet, she wore very little underneath. Business men, and soldiers on leave, flocked to see her do her dance, and many would pay top dollar, for a private showing in one of the sleazy back rooms. How Noni came to be in Singapore, was due to her father, who was stationed in Singapore on business, running a shipping company. However, with the war, and the blockades, he was having great difficulty in getting his ships in and out of port. A man known to drink and gamble the nights away, he had accumulated high gambling debts, with some of the leading crime bosses in the city. With no way to pay, aside from selling his ships, he forced his daughter Noni, to work off the debt, by working in the club owned by his creditor.
Noni naturally had good rhythm, and was able to pick up the routines fairly quickly. Her stunning looks, earns her the nickname, “the White Dove”, and there was many a man, that wished to keep her in a cage, just for their amusement.
One night, as Noni was dancing to the latest strains of Mozart, she kept the crowd mesmerised with her fluent movement and grace. The style and nature of dance, was particularly popular in the seedy club districts. Burlesque was extremely over the top, a parody if you will, the ultimate striptease that was tantalising and exotic to those that enjoyed forbidden fruit.
One such businessman, kept to the back most nights, but this night, he had paid the owner a considerable sum, to have a private show with the White Dove. Noni danced, so beautifully, the feathers fluttering along her skin, a peak at the gorgeous pink areolas, upon her well rounded bosom. Even women found her alluring and some could be seen wiggling in their seats, wet from the excitement in the way Noni danced. A light applause would ripple through the smoke filled nightclub, as the owner approached Noni and seized her arm, dragging her from behind the curtain, and whispering in her ear, that she was to do a special show, for an honoured patron. Tired from the performances, she wanted to just go back to the dressing room and rest, but the owner’s steel like grip assured her, she would have no such luck. Nodding with a light smile, for she did not want to give the owner a reason to slap her around, she allowed him to guide her over to the VIP room, where he opened the door, and she entered, only to have the door closed behind her.
The room was sparse, with a chair in the corner, a single small cigar table, and a stand that had some towels and napkins. The man reached for the phonograph and placed the stylus down on the spinning record, as the music filled the air. Harry Alford’s Lucy’s Sextette The room was barely big enough to swing a cat, let alone do a proper dance with the feathered fans. There was a man, well dressed in a suit, and he had his hat pulled down low. The room offered very little light, so it was nearly impossible to see his face.
Noni nodded and started her dance, as the man adjusted himself in the chair. Slowly, Noni twirled, giving sneak peeks from behind the feathered fans, and found herself, becoming one with the music, letting it lift her high in her mind, and away from being trapped in the room with this unknown man. Skilled and with fluid like motions of her arms, it was an intoxicating sight, and the man grunted his pleasure, before slowly rising out of his seat, as the needle got stuck at the end of the song. The man, removed his hat, and showed a youthful face, which was surprising, since many of the patrons were much older. As he crossed the room, she could make him out. He was Japanese.
He slowly lifted his hand and drew away one of the fans, exposing her chest, and then grabbing her arms, he buried his face in between her voluptuous mounds. Noni could barely hold back the cry that tried to escape, while the man worked his tongue, and lapped at her flesh. This was not a part of the act, but the door had been locked from the outside, and the man paid a great deal to enjoy his White dove. His hands could barely get their way around to cover her massive mammary glands. Noni had huge breasts, and the business man was lost to the pleasure of enjoying them, while his fingers found their way much lower, while his lips found purchase upon her nipples. Taunt and teasing, he suckled and flicked with his tongue, his fingers slipping deep inside her now wet opening.
That room would be where they met, night after night. Days she would spend learning Japanese, so when the evening came and she was ushered in after her act, her Japanese lover could converse with her, in his own tongue. Noni came to discover his name; Kikuto Shou. A business man, who had spent the last five years in Singapore, while the world was slowly caught up in this war. Soon, Kikuto could not have enough of Noni at the club. He tracked her down to her house, and while her Father slept off his booze, Kikuto would steal her away, for romantic trysts, meals and then taking her to the pictures. It was the days she felt truly alive, to be with her love.
But not all love stories end happily. Kikuto was called back to Tokyo, and it seemed to be that the next time they saw each other, it would be under the most horrific of circumstances. The Empire of Japan decided to invade Singapore and take it from the British in what would be known as the Battle for Singapore. 8–15 February 1942. Tens of thousands of British and Australian troops were forced to surrender, leaving the civilian population at the mercy of the Empire of the Rising sun.
The people of Singapore, became cattle in their own country, and needless to say, the women, were to suffer terrible indignities, some being rounded up, and taken to the camps, to become pleasure slaves to the Japanese army. One of those caught up, was Noni. She had not heard from Kikuto in a year, and now faced the agonising torture of days of rape and abuse, from hundreds of men.
In a truck that had pulled up outside the compound, a group of twenty women, were filed out, and as Noni was pushed along, a solider placed a hand on her shoulder, and she turned to look into the face of her captor. IT WAS KIKUTO! Noni’s eye went wide and she wanted to scream, but he stared at her, and the look was haunting, as though he was urging her to be quiet. His fingers dug into her skin, and almost tore the lose fabric of her cotton dress. Here was the man she loved, about to lead her possibly to an agonising death. She had heard what had been happening to the men. Bayoneted and shoved into pits. Some were just shot in the back, as they knelt on the ground. Noni wanted to be sick. The other women were all filed up and onto the back of the truck, but he seemed to be holding back. Then as he helped her on, he whispered.
(translation: “When truck stops….run.”)
Noni couldn’t believe what she heard, but then with another solider coming up, she was pushed onto the back of the truck and Kikuto barked an order to his fellow soldier. The two would go to the front of the truck and get in. In the back of the truck, all the women were crying, some sobbing loudly. Noni hung on to the edge of the seat, as the truck took off, driving past lines of British soliders being marched away to camps. What fate would befall them?
Driving on for what seemed like hours, the truck suddenly stopped near the wharf. Oh how many times, Noni had been to this place with her father. She could see one of his ships, still there, but as it was late at night there was barely a soul around. Kikuto started barking some orders at the other solider, but it didn’t make sense, till she put her hand on the truck back gate and it moved. He hadn’t locked it. “When the truck stops….run.” This was her chance, and he had given it to her. Noni pushed the flap down and leapt out of the back of the truck, and the other women, they too decided to make a run for it. But the doors to the truck opened, and the shouts from the Japanese soldiers got louder. “RUN…RUN!” Noni screamed to the other women. It was a mad panic, as the women all tried to run down the wharf, and that was when the rat a tat tat of machine gun fire was heard. One by one, the women were being shot in the back as they tried to flee. Screams and bloody cries as the women were mowed down. Noni kept running, more machine gun fire, and up ahead she could see the Captain of the boat, owned by her father, screaming at her. “RUN!…DON’T LOOK BACK!’ Noni ran, almost blindly, waiting for the sting of the bullets to strike her back and run her through. But she was almost there, the boat’s engines could be heard, and she gave it all as she went into a running leap.
Noni leapt off the edge of the wharf, barely catching the side of the boat, and only just being able to scramble over the sides, as the boat was pulling out, the engines on full. The soldiers stopped firing, and of all the women that escaped the truck, only one was alive. Noni. The last thing Noni would see of Singapore was Kikuto, standing with his gun pointed at the boat, but not firing another shot.
Back in 2013 – Tokyo
The man in the black limousine, finally opened the door, and got out slowly. He adjusted his jacket and then with a nod to his driver, and the help of his cane, he started to make his way down to the set where the D*Date boys were wrapping up their photo session. Nonni clapped as they all started to pack up, and then she felt a hand upon her shoulder.
(translation: “We meet again, my White Dove.”)