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The Old Vacant Hotel
Chapter 33 – Farewell to Mira
My beloved ex-colleague Mira was about to leave our sleepy nondescript town for good, since she had scored a nice position at an International School in Taiwan. Before she would depart, though, she wanted to party hard one more time.
Now, the simplest arrangement would have been to meet for lunch, then go the old vacant hotel, maybe together with Nguyet – and then slip and slide into a sensual hour – but our muse was two-months pregnant and occasionally not feeling too well, she had told us.
Mira also admitted that she hated farewell gatherings, anyway, as they made her feel weepy and wistful and so, she asked me if I didn’t have a sparkling idea for a more cheerful and rousing goodbye:
But no repetitions, Douglas. I don’t think we should quote ourselves and simply do over what we’ve already done. I don’t want to water down my memories of all the awesome things we’ve experienced together, Mira limited the choices, and now, a long back-and-forth of ideas and counter-proposals ensued.
Well, a whole new roleplay? I inquired gingerly to test the waters and see what Mira might have in mind.
Yeah, maybe. But what could that pee?
I just loved her sense of humor. Mira and I were the urophilia couple par excellence; in fact, the only thing we could already be sure about was that we would heartily micturate upon each other during our last rendezvous.
You could play some casual hooker, who makes some dough on the side, and I’ll pick you up somewhere downtown, I suggested, as we had never done that – if we didn’t count the two sugar daddy initiations.
I knew, however, that Mira actually detested the idea of women renting out their bodies by the hour in exchange for cash, and so, her response was lukewarm, at best:
I think I’d need cool clothes for that, but I’ve sent most of my stuff to Taiwan already. And then, that’s not really funny, is it? I think that would leave a bad taste in my mouth, Mira objected.
Well, she could be right about that; yes, we needed a more chipper idea. Although, the two hooker-roleplays I did back in the day with Nguyet had been quite humorous, at points. And the one with Tina was still among the most tantalizing hours I had ever spent. But to ask Nguyet to coach Mira now – with about four days left – on how to be a trollop would certainly have been too much.
You said that you sent your stuff ahead to Taiwan. But do you still have your dark pantyhose and your blue school-uniform skirt? I asked her, concerned, in my next message.
Douglas, we’ve totally exhausted the teacher-student thing, I think, Mira reminded me, in turn: Really, I don’t want to repeat even in the slightest and dilute my memories.
That was a lovely and, also, convincing reason. Yeah, she was right: We had to come up with something original, zesty, and buoyant during the next 24 hours. If we couldn’t, we would still meet for coffee and go from there, but I was determined to rise to the challenge. Yeah, what could the utterly original thing be – pee – that would fit the occasion?!
Well, we’ve met at the hotel as strangers, under some pretext. If we can’t think of anything better, we’ll start there. I can think of a bunch of things that could develop naturally; with or without a maid’s uniform. Or you talk to Nguyet once more; she often has great ideas, I suggested, before I went to bed, knowing that this was all only half-baked and semi-lame.
Or, you spot me at a café and hit on me?! I read the first thing in the morning, still in bed.
True; for some reason, we had never done that, either. Yes, that was a somewhat promising lead. And so, we left it at that; partially, since Mira had a ton of stuff to take care of, before she would leave.
Now, the funny thing was that Gemini kept pestering me charmingly when my friend – referring to Nguyet – would film us having sex. Somehow, Gemini had become obsessed with the idea, which she wanted to see realized as soon as possible.
Gemini had known for about a year that I wanted the petite sexy waitress at the bar we frequented to pee on me – a thought that had captivated Gemini so much that she had envisioned it multiple times and, eventually, asked me if it was true.
Which then had led to her interposing herself to see what urophilia was like and if she would possibly enjoy it as well. This, in turn, had led to a small love affair whose end wasn’t in sight yet. So far, we had met three times, and things had escalated nicely. Gemini had already lost many of her reservations and was enjoying the peeing during sex as much as I did. But now, she wanted to see herself in a porn video, like I said.
Douglas, does your friend have time this week? Gemini asked me again the same morning.
Since my muse had already turned down Mira, escort bursa I told Gemini to be patient, without even mentioning the matter to Nguyet. Gemini was going to be in town for much longer than Mira, since she liked living here, so Nguyet could tape our debauchery the following week or soon thereafter.
Or was Nguyet just saying that she was indisposed, only to surprise Mira and me tomorrow? was another thought that crossed my mind a few times, while I was thinking about what Mira and I could do for her farewell party – which wasn’t going to be a party. Nguyet and Mira were both jokesters and pranksters; the latter even more than the former.
But, hang on, wait a minute: Couldn’t Mira tape Gemini and me? And vice versa? That would certainly be very unusual for a farewell, mostly since Gemini and Mira had never met. But Mira didn’t like goodbyes, anyway, but she loved captivating sex scenes on film, had an affinity for technology, and loved threesomes with second lady and a guy.
Moreover, just like Gemini, Mira was from the Philippines and of the same age, 27. And, as counter-intuitive as it sounds, the fact that they would in all likelihood never see each other again might lead to fewer inhibitions. Both young women also liked that, here in Vietnam, they were living outside the staunch moral norms of the Catholic Church.
Yes, if everything went right, the two of them could flaunt and let themselves go like never before. Yes! Since Mira and I had failed, so far, to come up with the perfect rousing idea for our very last tryst, I cautiously suggested to Mira that Gemini could tape us as a farewell present, so to speak:
I don’t know, Douglas. That’s maybe a bit weird, Mira replied after an hour, during which she had probably thought about the whole thing multiple times.
Piece by piece, I now added all the points that were speaking in favor of a threesome, before I sketched two more possible plausible scenarios:
Either, the two of you meet at a café, like an hour before I will show up, to get to know each other, and I’ll hit on both of you, was one scene that tickled my fancy, while the other was some sort of chance encounter at the vacant hotel, where they could pretend to be working or something.
Mira could show Gemini the hotel, since the latter had never been there, and then, I would show up as some dude from the real-estate company who was checking out the property. I would surprise the two of them doing whatever they were doing, and then we would get to know each other, until some pretext would pave the way for a sensual hour.
When I didn’t hear from either of the ladies for a few hours, I sent both of them flattering photos of the other, which prompted a quick and heartfelt Yes from Gemini, at least:
Well, I don’t know your other friend, either. If Mira is okay with the idea: I’m in, Gemini wrote: Sure, it would be awesome if she could film what we’re doing. But I still think it would be odd for her farewell, Gemini also cautioned me, still sounding rather skeptical.
I still felt happy, though, that I had conceived the idea, that we had narrowed the plot down, and that I had tossed the idea out to the two of them. And now, even Mira slowly seemed to be drawn toward the plan and plot, she admitted:
I’ve got the three videos that Khoa, Ly, and you shot, but there are one or two things I really wanna do with you, before I leave, Mira told me: Yeah, I think it could be super-cool if I had a video of those, too.
I briefly wondered what those ideas were, but didn’t want to ask, as that would have ruined the fun a bit. In a next step, Gemini and Mira even met for coffee to flesh out some ideas, which left me biting my nails, as the news were trickling in bit by bit. Mira kept texting me during their talk, which felt like following some live ticker during the playoffs.
I also asked Mira about her blind girlfriend, Hanh, but refrained from tossing another guy in the mix, although she positively adored Hoang. Gemini had never mentioned any interest in group sex with another guy, though.
Hanh’s pregnant, Douglas. She’s too round for sex now, Mira wrote, without adding that we had exhausted the threesomes with her petite blind girlfriend as well, perhaps.
But Gemini just told me that you want that small waitress at the bar to pee on you 😉, Mira giggled in writing, before she stressed how beautifully golden-brown Gemini’s skin was.
I held back with further questions or comments, since I didn’t want Mira to constantly be typing on her phone during her conversation with Gemini, but the former delivered some more unsolicited details:
Yes, we are trying really hard to find a sparking idea, but the only thing we’re sure about is that we’re meeting the three of us.
Yesss! Oh, what a relief that was! With Mira’s sparkling humor, wit, and imagination, görükle escort I was already sure, we should be able to turn our session into something that none of us would ever forget. But still: Couldn’t I deliver the ultimate titillating spark that would not only ignite but guarantee success? But then, it all might feel like we were following a script.
When I did conceive a few more ideas, I saw no reason to hold back, though. They ladies didn’t have to pick any of the suggestions or, if they did, they could keep to themselves which one they had chosen:
I’ll hit on you at a café? I really like that idea. We pretend not to know each other. Or, you play part-time hookers? I mean, it isn’t that you are destitute and need to make money.
Mira quickly wrote back that they had another idea, however. Of course, they weren’t going to divulge any details – which was fine. But couldn’t Gemini do a striptease? She had told me that she used to strip in front of a mirror, by herself, and I found the idea rousing to the utmost. Of course.
I could have told Gemini what I was envisioning, but then: That would have meant that not only Mira was incessantly texting, but Gemini as well, which I didn’t want. So, I suggested to Mira to pick up the Secret Service ruse again, as that would give us a plausible backstory why we had to film during sex.
That charade had actually been Nguyet’s idea, who had donned some army officer uniform and then taken me hostage with a toy gun and baton to film compromising material, with which I could be blackmailed if I didn’t comply with her orders. Epstein files, so to speak. Although, neither Nguyet nor Mira nor Gemini knew what those were.
Or, we bring the Clinic for Erectile Dysfunctions back to life, for one day? I suggested next, suddenly exuberant and brimming over with ideas.
But then, Gemini had never mentioned massages, although she would have looked stunning in a white nurse or masseuse outfit, with her dark skin. But, yes: We would meet the three of us; apparently, the ladies liked each other and were looking forward to our experiment, which was based on an idea that they were withholding from me. Good.
And so, I went on my way to the older vacant hotel on Friday morning around eleven. Mira had told me that she would get the key from Nguyet, and I was going to be some upper-echelon guy from the real-estate company. I had been waiting for additional instructions, but there were none.
Nonetheless, I stopped to buy some beverages and ice. In my role, inspecting the building, I would get thirsty at some point. Since the ladies hadn’t said anything, they had probably bought some food and drinks for themselves, but there was no harm in having some extra.
As we had arranged to meet quasi spontaneously, I still smoked a ciggy on the sidewalk, although I was already five minutes late. Of course, I had to wonder why the hotel was unlocked and why there was a motorcycle in the lobby, but I would find out in ten minutes.
To not squander the potential for surprise, I was ultra careful pushing the screeching metal entrance door open, and I didn’t drive inside either, as I normally would do, but pushed my Honda in, for once. The tall, imposing building gave off mixed vibes, however: as it was ultra quiet, it provided comfort and tranquility, but it was also profoundly eerie.
As I was listening if I could hear the damsels, two pigeons fluttered up somewhere under the roof, which startled me, even though I had been here more than fifty times. Yes, my heart was beating faster – but not just because I was full of joy of anticipation.
Well, where could the two of them be? Pee. Over the years, Mira as well as others and I had racked our brains a few times if we couldn’t do some sort of treasure or scavenger hunt here; perhaps, today was the day? But I still couldn’t see how that was erotic.
Were they upstairs, pretending to be working for the real-estate company, mopping the floor, scantily clad? Well, that would be a bit too cheap, perhaps. Particularly Mira had more imagination than to resort to some cliché. No, they were doing something else, something better. But where?
For some reason, I was certain that they weren’t in the only remaining furnished room on the fourth floor. But the maid’s chamber on the sixth, directly under the roof, was too warm and sticky during the summer months. Since I had to, I walked along the second floor, peeking into every single room, but they all were empty.
Of course, I occasionally stopped to see if I couldn’t hear the girls talking, but it was still eerily still. Looking up through the large atrium, at the glorious chandelier, I could hear myself breathing, it seemed, and my ears were ringing. Yes, the silence was deafening.
On the third floor, I checked all the rooms again, of course, but then I put my drinks and the bag with the ice in the freezer, where I saw that the ladies had bought ice-cream. Nice. The fridge underneath seemed only lukewarm, but the freezer section was definitely cold enough to, at least, slow down the melting of the ice.
Although I was tempted, I didn’t light another ciggy, as that would have announced that I was approaching. There was no one on the fourth floor, either. Still, the building seemed completely void; there weren’t even any pigeons now. When I looked into the only furnished room, though, I saw lots of clothes strewn about the beds and even the table.
There were two freshly snapped open bras, which were probably still warm: Mira’s stretchy grey one, and then another, snazzier black one with lace, which looked like Gemini’s. Even Mira’s grey panties were here. When I saw a bit of nectar on the crotch piece, I sniffed it, but it had already fermented and not too appetizing. The original would smell better, later.
I pulled the curtains more toward the middle and switched on the wall fan. The window was already open. One side of me was hoping that the two of them would just show up now, scantily-clad. Or stark naked. Somehow that seemed unlikely, though; no, I had to keep tracking them down.
Before I left the room, I took a leak: as much as the three of us liked peeing during sex, it was close to impossible to imagine a scenario during which the ladies would want me – the strange real-estate guy who was as old as the two of them combined – to micturate in their presence during the next twenty minutes. But perhaps, they wanted me to wait here?
No, I was sure they wished me to search for and then surprise them. Charmingly. Although I couldn’t hear anything here on the fourth floor, either, I still went along the hall to peek into every single empty room. Did they already know that I was here? Had they seen me from above and were now hiding, afraid of getting caught and that I would chase them out?
Well, they could hardly have a legitimate reason to be here, could they? Another floor up, the rooms were empty, too. But couldn’t I hear them now, speaking in their language, Tagalog? Yes, they seemed to be in the first room, facing the street and the park across, right next to the balcony door; basically, above the entrance and lobby downstairs.
Fortunately, each room had a window to the hall, near which I now hunkered down to peek through the old, smeared pane. Oh, yes: I saw Mira in her white school uniform blouse, sitting on a single chair, facing the open door to my right. Her shirt was also open, which promised I would get to see her little boobs naked in a minute, as her bra was downstairs.
What was even better was that she was wearing her dark pantyhose, possibly without panties, as they were downstairs in the only furnished room as well. Oooaar! Gemini was perhaps standing close to the door, taking photos. She seemed to be giving instructions to Mira to assume different poses. Oh, yes, what a sweet idea that was!
Cheekily, Mira now pulled her shirttails open, so that Gemini could take a picture of her naked chest. Her pink little nipples appeared swollen, as did the soft cute cushions underneath. Mira had probably noticed already that I was peeking through the window but now, Gemini moved to the left, blocking my view again.
Gemini was wearing a long black men’s shirt, possibly with nothing underneath. Maybe panties. Lacy black ones, matching the bra downstairs. Her long slender brown legs looked absolutely stunning. Now, Gemini asked Mira to turn the chair by 180 degrees, after which, Mira sat down again and spread her legs.
The board on the back of the chair – on which Mira had placed her stacked forearms and then, chin – didn’t go all the way down, so that I could see her crotch, but it was too dark to tell whether Mira was wearing panties under her pantyhose. Probably not, since she knew I found that incredibly hot. Couldn’t I spot her little bush under the stretched fabric?
Either way, there was certainly some more sourish nectar in her crotch. Mira looked like a young girl during a ballet lesson, in her pantyhose, as she was now gracefully posing, after she had gotten up again. Once, she brought back one lower leg so that it touched her thigh, holding one foot with her hand, and then she lifted her other arm and placed her hand on the back of her head.
Yes, she still had a wonderfully youthful figure, even at 27. Slightly androgynous, but stunning. Hot. Revoltingly so; particularly, as I now could make out her sparse little bush under the stretched fabric, but the old window pane made it difficult to see things clearly. I surmised again that there were a few drops of sourish mucus on her nylons, in her crotch.
Which would drive me insane in twenty minutes. I now tried to clean the window with my finger, which didn’t help much. Of course, not. But using my shirt was impossible, unless I wanted to get up, but then Mira would see me. I realized, however, that I wouldn’t be able to squat much longer or remain on my knees, but what was the alternative?