The Old Vacant Hotel

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 15 - Mira mesmerizes again

Last week, our masseuse Ly and her enthralling petite niece had sucked me into a charming little tryst at the old vacant hotel, during which it had become apparent that Ly was already pregnant. After I had noticed her slightly swollen breasts and glowing skin, I asked her directly, after our second round of sex, and she confirmed, with a highly delighted nod.

Like I mentioned, Ly had even brought her blind niece, Hanh, who was 22, but whose fiancé was currently completing his obligatory military service. Initially, I had assumed that the young woman had just been horny for no particular reason, but Ly had typed out three long texts onGoogle Translateon her phone, stating that she and her young relative finally wanted to consume their carnal lust for each other.

Although the two of them were living together, with Ly's older sister - Hanh's dear mother - they had explained that they didn't feel free at home to let their desire for each other carry them away. Of course, Ly had assisted Hanh countless times, during which she naturally had also seen her naked, but the incest taboo seemed too strong of a counterforce.

As chipper as both women were, at the moment, anticipating their motherhood - yes, Hanh was expecting a baby, too - Ly told me the day before yesterday that they nowslept together at their home. In other words, there was no need to meet at the old empty hotel. Which was a pity, of course, for me, but I had a hunch that the two pregnant ladies would soon be horny again, before they would fully focus on their impending motherhood.

Well, yesterday Ly added that I would be welcome to come over for a massage with Hanh, which almost certainly meant that we would twirl our loins again. Ly herself was too busy, she told me, but when my favorite ex-colleague Mira from the Philippines, who was Hanh's girlfriend, asked me if we couldn't see each other this week, an idea began to ripen.Couldn't we wrap our inevitable sex into a charming role-play, perhaps together with Hanh?

So, I asked Mira if she wouldn't want to come up with a delightful framework for our debauchery. Mira was bisexual and had been together with Hanh for more than two years, but was slated to leave for Taiwan in July to join her best friend Carol and her fiancé at an International School, as both, the working conditions and the pay there were much better than here, in Vietnam.

And Hanh would soon get married and then give birth. Mira loved role-playing beyond all measure, anyway, and we had done some wild, wacky shit together: She had played my muse Nguyet's young naïve colleague at their real-estate company, had also given my favorite student Sachiko, and most recently, an inexperienced intern at our newClinic for Erectile Dysfunctions.

By far the hottest charade we had ever arranged was, however, when Mira had pretended to be my biological daughter, who I had sired during my sixteen months at the German consulate in Manila, 27 years ago. In a role-play within the role-play, so to speak, Mira even demonstrated how she, when she had been hard up, had purportedly gone hunting for sugar daddies during her college years - which was one of the most arousing episodes ever.

During a second variation, Nguyet had even tagged along, and I will never forget how Mira had told - and then also shown - us how a young widower, her sugar daddy Ricardo, had wanted her topre-cook and cleanon Tuesdays and then wait for him in the kitchen with no panties under her skirt, so that he could face-fuck her right at 5:30, before dinner, still with his clothes on, standing next to the dining table.

As far as I knew this was all made up; Mira detested prostitution as a concept, she had told me a long time ago. But back then, she had still been almost a virgin, and I could imagine that her harsh stance toward hookers might have softened over the last three years, as she got sucked into the vortex of a libertine and licentious lifestyle, as part of our orgy posse.

Okay, Mira and Hanh were really together, and neither of them would rent out their body by the hour for cash, but from time to time, both of them had joined our precious little orgies. As a bisexual young woman, Mira had also thrown herself into Vu, Hoang, Charlie, Nguyet, Emily, and Sawan's arms, over the years.

When I threw out to Mira that she could assume some fun-role for our encounter this week, perhaps together with Hanh, she initially seemed to hesitate, but then took the bait, of course: She told me that she would be sitting on one of the benches on the wide median along Hung-Vuong-Boulevard, which was almost like a small park.

Mira hadn't said that Hanh would be there as well; perhaps, we would go to Hanh's house, after some friendly banter and under some pretext.Would Mira blatantly pimp out her blind girlfriend, though?I had some idea of what we could do, although Hanh's repertoire naturally was limited, but I wanted to leave it all up to the girls. We had known each other for years and knew our predilections and proclivities perfectly well.

When Mira asked to postpone our meeting for another two days, I already had a hunch where this could be heading, but I relented, of course. They needed to be completely comfortable and at ease to get the most out of our rousing encounter. Perhaps, Hanh had customers at her parlor on Wednesday, but I did like the prospect of getting a massage from her dexterous little hands.

Perhaps. As she was blind, Hanh actually offered pussy massages at her parlor, which had been my idea and had developed into a veritable financial success over the last couple of years; particularly, among thehaut mondeof our nondescript town - which was perhaps the main reason I was in the family's good book.

Unlike Wednesday, Friday this week was friendly-grey and not as sunny. Still very warm, of course, as every day between March and November here, in the tropics. I had wondered if I shouldn't invite the two young ladies to a coffee shop, since Hanh didn't get out of the house much, but perhaps the wide median with the benches was better for the alleged chance encounter that Mira had come up with.

As I was sauntering along the path between the grassy areas left and right, I could already see Mira sitting in the distance. Just by herself, however. Hanh and Ly's house wasn't far, though, perhaps a third of a mile, but I didn't know that in our role-play today. Perhaps Hanh wanted to take a nap, or she had a client at the moment.Who needed her snatch to be polished.

Or Hanh wouldn't even be part of the sensual little round today, as she was suffering fromNeuromyelitis optica, a rare nerve disease, which had taken her eye-sight about nine years back and which caused her other discomfort as well; among it, sudden dramatic mood changes.

Anyway, I moseyed closer to Mira, who I probably didn't know today - or would she harken back to her role as intern at the clinic? But then, it would already be a given that we would enjoy sex. Not knowing each other at all, on the other hand, would offer more room for titillating, tantalizing banter, as we would have to overcome a bunch of barriers or even taboos on the way to our loin twirl.

I just wasn't a friend of banalHey, let's meet to fuck-arrangements, as they prevented a proper build-up of erotic tension. Which Mira knew, of course. Overall, she definitely agreed with me, but my muse Nguyet sometimes got a kick out of just eating lunch together - and then she would get up, clap her hands, and direct everybody, as if we were on a film set.To fuck.

Anyway, as I was getting closer to my ravishing ex-colleague, I noticed that she was wearing her school uniform again, which she had brought over from the Philippines a year back or so. Mira knew that I liked the simple blue and white outfit, and she had even combined it with my all-time favorite item: dark pantyhose.

Yes, perhaps she had moved our date for two days, as it had simply been too hot for nylons on Wednesday. I only looked at her, as I was passing the bench on which she was sitting, since we didn't know each other today, as far as I knew. She nodded as if she wanted me to talk to her and then pushed her sunglasses up in her hair, so that I could see her ravishing face.

With a bit of imagination, there was a tad of wantonness in her face, but she didn't use any lewd or lascivious gestures. No, she was just a self-confident school girl today, presumably eighteen years old, and would now have to find a way to get a conversation going. I sat down on the next bench and got my phone out, as most people would, but then looked over at her once more.

Oh yes, she looked hot, in her white shirt, the relatively dark blue pleated skirt, her tie of the same color with the diagonal turquoise stripes. And the nylons, of course. After I had settled in on my bench, which was like seven yards away, she put her glasses in a case, which she then dropped in her backpack, before she got up to come over.

Did she feel silly - as a 27-year-old trained teacher, with several years of experience - when she dressed up like a school girl? Or was that more of a relief from her daily duties and thus some sort of escapism?Of course, I couldn't ask her today, but I made a mental note to remember later.

When she appeared directly in front of me, I looked up, of course, and put my phone away. Squinting, I checked her out a bit, like every healthy male would. When she smiled, I saw her braces, which she had gotten about six months back, as she believed that there was something wrong with her teeth, although they looked almost perfect to me. The braces made her school-girl appearance perfect, though. The only ingredient missing was Hanh.

"Hi, Sir! Can I join you?" Mira asked, of course.

Well, at least, the uniform was her own, as far as I knew, and I was kinda impressed that it still fit her. And the funny thing was that her outfit looked very similar to the uniforms at the International School, where I had refused to work last fall, but then met Quyen.Who had joined me for a brief ribald rumpus up on the hotel roof.Twice.

I nodded at Mira and gestured with one hand that she was welcome to sit next to me, of course, after which I admired her sweet, black buckled shoes, which were really cute and went well with the outfit.Of course. The only thing that didn't fit her youthful appearance was her silver necklace, which seemed vintage and a bit too heavy, for the lack of a better word.

As Mira was getting comfortable right next to me, I noticed her white bra, under her simple, white, short-sleeved blouse, and the image of her pantyhose-clad lap popped up in my mind's eye. I anticipated sniffing the dark, vertical seam down on the front, which split over her large clit and then disappeared into her groins, superbly framing her sublime pussy boat-hull. She probably smelled divine under her skirt, too, on such a warm day.

"You look nice," Mira told me, as a conversation starter.

Of course, I reciprocated by telling her how lovely she looked:

"I like your hair," I added, as her haircut was dapper but unusual.

Especially, for an 18-year-old student. Mira had her hair sharply parted on the right, close to her ear, and then combed everything to the other side. Which looked cool and wild. Her hair was also dyed, which high-school students weren't allowed here in Vietnam, but that didn't matter.

Now, Mira was rummaging through her backpack with one arm and eventually procured a roll of cookies, of which she offered me one.

"There's no one else here. What are you up to?" she was naturally curious.

"I just had lunch over there," I nodded toward the post office, where I had parked, before I added: "I usually digest a bit, before I go back to work. I'm in real-estate. I gotta look at another commercial property this afternoon. A vacant hotel, actually..."

"Uuh... the hotel is empty?! Can I come with you?" Mira almost invited herself, before she extended her hand to finally introduce herself:

"Oh, and my name is Mira. But I go bySachiko. I have a thing for everything Japanese: the language, Mangas, tea... music..."

Sachikowas the name that I had spontaneously given her, when she had surprised me in her school uniform for the very first time. She had deposited it upstairs in the maid's chamber at the vacant hotel, and then, after our first round of sex, she went up to the sixth floor by herself under some pretext to change.

When she came down again, she suddenly had transformed into an 18-year-old high-school student, but it didn't take me long to find a name for her: Sachiko was my first girlfriend on the South Sea island in Micronesia, where I had lived for three years, before I moved to Vietnam.

"Well, Sachiko, if you want... but there isn't much to see," I gently tried to discourage her.

I mean, we wanted to keep it real and plausible, didn't we?

"Are you going there by yourself?" she was now curious, perhaps forging plans.

Would she now bring Hanh into the picture? Or had Hanh one of her worse days, because of her disease?

"Yes, it'll just be me. But there might be someone else on the site already," I cautioned her again, although we both knew that only Nguyet and I had the key to the hotel, which had been empty since Covid-19 but was being managed by my muse's real-estate company.

Oh, shoot: I had asked Nguyet if the hotel would be mine on Wednesday but forgot to make sure again about today, Friday.Oh, well. In some way, this added to the titillation. And Nguyet was busy with the preparations for her engagement party with Hiroshi, anyway. I doubted that the two of them would go to the stately pile of bricks for a lunch tryst.

"Is it big, the hotel?" Sachiko asked me now.

"Six floors. So, yes... it's not huge but pretty impressive. There's an old chandelier hanging in the atrium," I added to whet her appetite.

"And why are you going there?" she asked, like a curious teenager might.

"Well, we need to make a decision if we want to keep it and then renovate it. Or sell it..."

"Sounds intriguing. Cool. Can I come with you?" she inquired again.

"Oh, it definitely is cool. I mean, one doesn't often get the chance to look at an empty hotel and be alone in such a stately building. Sure, if you want... you can come with me," I agreed to her plan to join me, as being there alone with her - instead of going to Hanh's for a massage - was equally beguiling.

If not more so. Especially, in her dark pantyhose and school uniform. Purportedly, only eighteen years of age. Perhaps, still a virgin. Smelling enticingly under her skirt, between her perfect thighs. Possibly, already wet and sticky between her nether lips. With her unusually long clit maybe erect.And her tight little bunny snout between her butt cheeks.

"And you wouldn't be afraid to be alone there with me?" I asked her, knowing that she had a consensual non-consent shtick, which we hadn't catered to in a while.

About two years ago, we had discussed said proclivity, during which she had assured me that whenever she joins me at the old, vacant hotel, consent was implied.To virtually anything. Even if she protested.Then especially.

"Oh... I don't know. You look nice," Sachiko nodded, after she had sized me up again.

I didn't know what to reply; I couldn't think of anything clever or original. Of course, in real life, no eighteen-year old school girl would join a realtor three times her age to take a look at an empty imposing building, where there would not be any help in sight should anything go awry.

Luckily, we had known each other for five years or so and could trust each other blindly:

"How old are you, Sachiko?" I had to ask, before we would take off.

"I turned eighteen last November. I'm one year older than the other students in my class... I started school late, because my mother thought I was too small," she giggled: "But why do you want to know this?" she asked back.

"Well, because there's a huge difference between going to an empty building with a young woman of legal age or a sixteen-year old teenager, isn't there?"

"Don't worry. Do you wanna see my ID?" she even offered, but then got up, before I could reply.

We agreed to buy something to drink on the way, and Sachiko asked me if she could ride with me, since her motorcycle was parked outside her girlfriend's house:

"I walked to the post office earlier... to drop off a letter."

Which sounded almost quaint. When we had reached my Honda, and I was putting my helmet on, I asked her why her girlfriend hadn't joined her to the quick trip to the post office:

"Because she's blind. And pregnant," Sachiko chuckled.

"From you?" I naturally inquired, facetiously, as we started to drive, and she cracked up.

Feeling her breath on my neck caused me goosebumps, and I briefly thought of Mira's long clit, which looked like a tiny penis.

"No, her boyfriend is in the army. He'll be done in three months. Hanh had wanted to join me but then decided to lie down and take a nap, instead," Sachiko giggled again behind me, as we were swerving through the light midday traffic.

"And you said she's blind?" I had to ask, as that was so unusual.

"Yeah, she could see until she was thirteen, you know, but then she got this nasty illness... disease... it's got a long name, which I can never remember."

I liked how Mira was even adapting her speech to how a teenager might put things. Of course, I could have praised her for her excellent English and ask why it was so good. And then listen to her certainly plausible explanation but, as we were nearing the store, a huge truck was backing up diagonally, and so I didn't comment on what she had said.

I could inquire about her English later; maybe, when we would be sitting on the forth-floor balcony. I had also noticed that Mira had even adjusted the way she walked. Playfully, she had put one foot directly in front of the other, as if she was toeing a line, after swinging her leg outward quite a bit with every step, as if she wanted to air out her crotch or get the juices flowing.

I liked that we hadn't flirted so far and that she hadn't just offered herself as some sort of part-time hooker, although it would have been beguiling and also funny if she had acted as a decoy and then pimped out her pregnant 22-year-old blind girlfriend, Hanh.Who I would then bang for a few sesterces.

We only bought some lemonade for her and ice, since I knew that there was still some beer left in the crate upstairs, which Hoang, Vu, and Khoa had brought on the memorable day when Nguyet got the fuck record back. When theBliss Sweepstakeshad gone awry.

When we arrived at the stately pile of bricks, Sachiko got off my Honda and instantly looked up the front, before she stepped back, closer to the curb to be able to see everything better. I pushed the screeching metal door open to bring my motorcycle in, before I lit a ciggy, looking at the ravishing high-schooler standing fifteen feet away, who was still in awe:

"I didn't think the hotel would be so tall... and it's completely empty?" she asked incredulously.

"Almost. There's still some furniture in the kitchen on the third floor, just like in the bar down the hall. And there is a semi-furnished room on the forth," I added.

"Do you know why?" Sachiko had to be curious, even though she had been here like fifteen times over the last two years.

I flicked my cigarette butt away on the sidewalk, and we went in, before I would answer. After we had closed the screeching metal door again, silence embraced us, which did have something eerie and ominous, though. I put the padlock through the latch, so that we would remain undisturbed and wondered if I should ask her if she felt queasy.