The Old Vacant Hotel
Chapter 16 - Something Completely New:
Sigrid Service
Last week, my favorite ex-colleague Mira from the Philippines had mesmerized me once more in her school uniform and dark pantyhose. She had pretended to be tender eighteen and joined me at the old, vacant hotel, where she initiated an unusual éclat, however: No, she wasn't going to undress and let me touch her.
Instead, she ran downstairs and then asked me to drive her over to her blind girlfriend, Hanh, who was about ten weeks pregnant. Of course, this had all been planned and staged, but since Hanh was working as a masseuse, we had still found a nifty beginning for the sensual part of our tryst, which then escalated nicely:
After a brief massage, Hanh kneeled between my legs, facing away from me, to fumble my throbbing knob between her nether lips, while Mira was slowly undressing, standing next to my right shoulder. Then, she fed me her little titty but eventually pushed her pantyhose down to her thighs to be able to pee into my mouth, while Hanh was still holding my shaft with her glorious sheath.
As our role-play required, we had exchanged phone numbers, before I left Hanh's house, because I had promised Mira to bang her during her period in about a fortnight. Yesterday, however, she still requested we meet at the older vacant hotel this Friday, as she liked the location and wanted
to try sex there
, as she told me.
She hadn't mentioned her period again, and I had a hunch that she had prepared another enthralling ruse, since she loved role-playing beyond all measure. She also mentioned that her blind girlfriend Hanh had asked if I wouldn't come over for another massage. Hanh was probably horny as she was pregnant.
And so, I drove over to the old hotel around eleven in the morning on Friday, expecting Mira and Hanh, perhaps in school uniform, feeding me some ludicrous but utterly charming fibs about their lives and why we were meeting, before we would fuck. Hanh's cuddly, petite body was as hot as Mira's slightly androgynous, slender form, and I couldn't wait to spoil both of them senseless with my hands, tongue, and cock.
Inside and outside
. Inside out. Of course, I bought some refreshments on the way, although we still had half-a-crate of beer upstairs. When I arrived, the damsels weren't there yet, and so I lit a quick ciggy but noticed that the entrance wasn't locked. Someone had removed the padlock and the sliding door was already two or three inches open.
Strange. Did Mira get the key from Nguyet?
But that would have been highly implausible in our role-play, since Mira was an eighteen-year-old high school student and didn't know my muse, Nguyet. For her, there was no reason to be here and go in before me, the middle-aged real-estate guy who had taken her to the vacant hotel here the previous week.
Well, when I finally pushed my motorcycle inside, Mira's older Honda
Airblade
was already parked in the lobby, but the lovely maiden was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps, she and Hanh were waiting for me upstairs, on the large double-bed, in their blue-and-white school uniform. Or in spiffy underwear and pantyhose, ready to consume their lust.
Anyway, I pulled the large screeching metal entrance door closed, but when the padlock clicked, there suddenly was another, similar metallic click behind my shoulders, before I felt the cool barrel of a gun on my neck.
"Hands up! Freeze!" a young woman yelled behind me, with a raspy voice reminiscent of a teenage boy.
Slightly ungainly, with the bag of drinks and ice, I raised my hands, since apparently Mira was behind me with a gun. When she had pushed me, I slowly walked toward the atrium, where there was more light. After she told me to stop, she insisted that I should place my hands together behind my back and then, there was a third ominous click.
Which reminded me of the padlock two minutes earlier. Now, my hands were in cuffs, and I could feel a cold wet spot on the back of my thighs, where the bag with the refreshments was dangling. Obviously, I wasn't worried or nervous, since this would certainly turn out to be another charming charade, but I absolutely loved our new ruse.
But how would Mira sell me her transition from an eighteen-year-old school girl to a soldier or paramilitary revolutionary? And what could she want? Was she holding me hostage, now?
Well, before she would explain herself, perhaps, my muse Nguyet was slowly coming down the stairs, wearing some sort of officer's uniform, looking stern and intimidating.
Nguyet was slapping a small black baton into her other hand, clearly relishing their idea for the role-play and the power she would exert over me. Well, her uniform was, basically, a business costume with epaulettes attached, but she had procured a proper officer's hat somewhere. Her teal-blue skirt was relatively short, and she was even sporting pantyhose or black stockings.
Nguyet had also added a red tie to her outfit, which was slightly too long, however; perhaps it was Hiroshi's, her fiancé's. My gaze now became fixated on her peaked hat, as it looked real, and I wondered where she had gotten it from.
Was her younger brother part of the military or the police force?
Nguyet had approached me in the meantime, while the person behind me hadn't shown herself yet:
"Allow me to introduce myself: I'm First Lieutenant Kim," she finally said, with her sparkling obsidian eyes: "External Department of the Ministry of the Interior."
This struck me as unintentionally funny, but Nguyet couldn't know much about such authorities or offices. Or, she wanted to give the whole thing a slightly humorous flavor. Anyway, when I introduced myself, in turn, the dazzling First Lieutenant lasciviously licked her lips, before she replied:
"Yes, I know. We pretty much know everything about you, Mister Douglas.
Or Ben
. Corporal Anh, please introduce yourself now!" First Lieutenant Kim demanded.
Pointing her hand gun at me, holding it with two hands and outstretched arms, like she had seen it in movies, Mira was now walking around me in a fairly wide semi-circle, until she stopped a bit to my right.
Mira was wearing her hot camouflage uniform, which she had bought some years back for Halloween. It was more like a tracksuit but, together with her black balaclava motorcycle mask, fingerless gloves, and combat boots, she did look feisty.
"Yes, Mister Douglas, this my young comrade, Corporal Anh, who has been a member of our special operative force for almost a year now."
"B-but isn... this is Sachiko, the pretty school girl I met last Friday!" I pretended to be perplexed, after she had taken off her balaclava, like some movie or Instagram star who's used to being admired.
"Well, you got hoodwinked, obviously. Did you really think the girl was just eighteen?! No, comrade Anh is a trained secret service agent, member of the Party, well-versed in close-quarters combat and subversion. Her name means
hero
or
courageous
."
Oh, Jesus, this was divine!
Yes, we had never done a spy role-play, like in a James Bond movie.
I mean, this was where the whole thing was heading, wasn't it?
"What I don't understand, though, Captain Kim..."
"First Lieutenant!" Nguyet corrected me instantly, poking the air with her vertical index finger.
"Okay, First Lieutenant Kim: What I don't understand is why you're threatening me with a weapon. And put my wrists in handcuffs... I mean, Sachiko,
