The Old Vacant Hotel

Douglas Van Wyck:

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 10 - Culture, Nature, fresh Fish, and Eroticism

My muse Nguyet's friend, Ly, wanted a baby toward the end of her thirties. To wrap the conception project into a charming and enjoyable context, however, we had set up a

Clinic for Erectile Dysfunctions

, where Ly would massage the guys' cocks, before her hungry sheath would devour the chromosome halves contained in the sticky whitish elixir.

Last month, Nguyet had the glorious idea to meet at the hot springs for Ly's insemination, where we had returned without her the previous week, since Ly hadn't been ovulating, anyway. My favorite ex-colleague from the Philippines, Mira, had brought her blind girlfriend Hanh, who was Ly's niece, instead, and then even Hoang and his buddy Vu, who was a former student of mine, had joined us.

As Hanh was blind, she didn't have many chances to go out and play, and it had also been Mira's very first outing at the thermal springs. That Vu and Hoang had shown up, unbeknownst to Mira, Hanh, and me, had infused the round with additional energy and promised a few more, bigger orgies over the next few months - until Nguyet would get married to Hiroshi and have another child herself.

As a result of which, our whole orgy microcosm might fall apart, I was afraid. Anyway, since it was time, again, for Ly to ovulate, Nguyet asked me to show up at our new purported clinic again on Wednesday, at quarter past eleven. I couldn't sire a child with Ly, since the baby would look decidedly different, in all likelihood, but Nguyet wanted my company.

And perhaps Mira, who - in her role as the 18-year-old intern - needed to be broken in a bit more. She was a trained teacher and already 27, but with her exuberance, her slim frame, tiny boobs, ultra-smooth skin, and even braces, she looked and behaved much younger, almost like a teen.

Nguyet and Mira loved slipping into roles for two hours a week, in which they could forget the bullshit at work and let out the repressed parts of their personalities. Both, the old hotel as well as the hot springs, allowed the freedom to suspend moral and societal norms.

In addition, Nguyet liked pulling the strings and arranging sexually titillating scenarios, in or during which we could approach each other in fresh ways. Every so often, Nguyet even had a predetermined breaking or some other odd surprise point in stock.

This week again?

Ly was going to be the center of attention, of course, since she wanted most of the cum for herself to, finally, conceive a baby, but I had absolutely no clue who else might show up at our alleged clinic, apart from Hoang, Ly's stallion. But I liked not being in the know, as otherwise, our gathering would just follow a script and never reach its full potential.

And so, I just bought a few refreshments, as I had grown accustomed to, although this went beyond the role of

External Advisor

, which Nguyet had slapped onto me, after she had determined during our very first meeting at the clinic that there was

nothing wrong

with my manhood.

Of course, I smoked a ciggy downstairs, outside the hotel, before I would go up to the only semi-furnished room of the whole building. I was a bit surprised that Hiroshi's white Lexus wasn't parked down here. Ly and he really liked each other, and I was sure that she secretly wanted his sperm to be successful, although he wasn't Vietnamese.

Well, was Ly perhaps already pregnant? But wouldn't Nguyet have told me?!

At least, her older Honda was parked down here in the lobby, so I knew she would be upstairs.

But why wasn't anyone else here?

Well, Nguyet could have taken one person on the back of her scooter, or Khoa, Hiroshi's driver, had dropped off the whole bunch and then left?

Apparently, I was the last one to arrive, as Nguyet had emphasized that I should not only close the screeching metal door down here, but also put the padlock through the latch, so that we would remain undisturbed.

Odd

. I mean, we had started the clinic for Ly, so that she could receive the loads and conceive in a charming way, but now, it was only the two of us.

What was Nguyet planning?

If Ly was already pregnant, we should have celebrated, perhaps with a lunch party here, with a little orgy to cap everything off. Well, perhaps Ly wasn't feeling well or couldn't muster the courage to fuck together with others again and had thus decided to complete the act in private, at her home.

Whatever

. I just went upstairs and then knocked on the door frame of the, as always, open door to the only furnished room of the whole vacant hotel, which was functioning as our new medical facility. As External Advisor, I had a somewhat strange position, though: I never came as a patient, of course, but it wasn't my clinic, either.

I was sure Nguyet hadn't planned it all out that way beforehand, but our semi-familiarity with each other was working well, overall. After Nguyet had acknowledged me standing in the door, she nodded at the other chair at the table for me to sit down. She was busy comparing numbers on her laptop screen and now, she wrote a short text message, before she put the contraption away.

"Miss Mira isn't here?" I asked, feeling a bit dumb, as I couldn't see her.

"No, she's resting today. But I want to be alone with you, anyway," Nguyet told me cryptically, but resolutely.

Which had also sounded somewhat ominous or even eerie; partially, as the whole impressive building was completely quiet. At least, the weather was lovely: the sun was shining, and wafts of pleasantly warm air were coming in through the open window, while the temperature was around 82 degrees.

"Oh, you want me to explain that nexus between culture and nature again, and how it is related to sensuality?" I handed Nguyet our topic on a silver platter.

"This too, Douglas. But I also want to go a bit further with you today," she added with an ominous tone again, transposing the music from major to minor key.

Did she want sex, after the explanation? Or during?

Or would we go further today than ever over the last six years? I couldn't think of anything we had never indulged in, however. Okay, anal we hadn't done too often, and the last time was perhaps a year back. Or more.

Or did Nguyet want to go up to the roof?

Anyway, Nguyet did look ravishing, in her blue business suit and black nylons. I didn't think we had ever done it fully dressed, yes: Did she want to kneel on the bed, with her pantyhose and undies spanning across her little thighs and then take my cock from behind? But for that it was almost too warm. And the roof would be a bit too dusty and dirty for it.

"Douglas, you know Mister Hiroshi: I think I'm developing a serious infatuation with him. He's told me that he likes me, too. This week, he's on another business trip, though. What I'm saying, Mister Douglas, is: this could be one of our very last times to have sex. So, make sure it's good," she let the cat out of the bag what would be special today.

Nguyet was still looking me into the eye, like the

Medical Assistant

she was in our role-play; perhaps trying to figure out how her strong statement was resonating with me. Well, raising the bar was usually a good idea, and, looking at her little thighs and the dark area between her legs, I realized that I was already somewhat horny.

And, it was true: Nguyet and Hiroshi would get married in two months and then have another child, in addition to Nguyet's son, Minh, who was the result of a brief affair she had had at work with a handsome guy in the office, who she had seduced just for that purpose.

Yes, without Nguyet, our orgy posse would dissipate, in all likelihood, and the hotel here would be renovated, at some point. It was only because of Covid-19 that it was still vacant and unused, as tourism had been reduced to only a tiny fraction in 2021 and the following two years.

And Mira wanted to move to Taiwan, she had told me, to join her girlfriend Carol and her fiancé to work at an International School, as the pay and the working conditions were so much better there than here, in Vietnam. And Charlie wanted to take his ladyboy, Sawan, to Saigon.

Quyen seemed to have a new boyfriend, too, and if they stayed together - like Sally and Vu - there would hardly be anyone left for ribald sex-sessions here, at the vacant hotel. Nguyet's petite colleague Thuy was engaged again, and even our little Hanh would get married, as soon as her beau, whose name was also Minh, would be released from the army.

Hopefully, by then, Ly would have a child and also find a husband, later. It was too bad that I couldn't ask Nguyet today if Ly was already pregnant, as that wasn't within the premises of our role-play, and so I paid her a truthful compliment, regarding her stunning outfit:

"You look devastatingly ravishing again today, Ms. Nguyet."

Of course, I had seen her dressed like this before, but not in our current role-play. And today, she was not only sporting the blue business costume and elegant black stockings, but also a white-and-gray-striped blouse, black velour pumps, and had even added a red-and-gray breast pocket kerchief. She looked like a First-Class flight attendant.

Was she perhaps wearing a garter-belt, too?

Back in the day, she had purchased two, partially as she knew I would like them, but also to underscore her newly-found freedom as a sexual being. Of course, she only had a few chances to wear garter belts during the year here, in the tropics but,

yes, something was up

.

Luckily, it wasn't too hot to dress up today and, if she really wanted us to end up entangled in some ultimate sensual polka, she needed to pull all the stops. And so, I kept admiring her, but then conceived the idea that Ly might have cancelled just an hour or two ago, so that my muse had to come up with something rather quickly to spice up our meeting.

Or, was Hanh's fiancé Minh in town?

He would be the ideal candidate to sire child with Ly, as the genes would stay in the family, so to speak. Hanh was a bit leery to have children of her own, as far as I knew, as she was suffering from

Neuromyelitis optica

, but if her future husband and her aunt had a baby together, the three of them could raise the kid together.

Eventually, I would find out, of course, but I couldn't ask Nguyet right now, as that would have gone beyond the confines of our role-play, which Nguyet clearly wanted to continue. And perhaps, she didn't know the answers to all these questions, either.

I wondered why Nguyet was still wearing her shoes, as that went against the Asian custom to take them off at the threshold. In the meantime, she had crossed her legs, and her left foot had been bobbing at the bottom of my field of vision for a while. Now, she adjusted her blazer a bit, but seemed determined to keep it on, for the time being.

Yes, women in the tropics often dressed too warm, by European or American standards. But, even though we had known each other for so long, Nguyet clearly enjoyed taking a bath in the small crowd here but now, she explained that she had had

an important meeting

this morning, for which she

had to dress up

.

Of course, not for me

:

"This clinic here is just a sideline, like a hobby. You know, I have a real job in real estate, don't you?" she asked me, rhetorically.

I just nodded, but didn't feel like commenting. Instead, I finally fixed us some drinks, as two empty glasses had been waiting here on the table for as long I had been here. Nguyet switched legs, so to speak, as she was watching me, and now her other calf was pressed lovely from behind.

Yes, her legs were almost perfect: although they were a bit short, perhaps, her thighs' profile or cross-section was nicely oval, the way I liked it. With the toes of her other foot, Nguyet slid out of her shoe, which she then playfully bobbed with her foot. Her Achilles' heels were simply divine, even under the thin, stretched fabric of her stockings.

Nguyet and I had worked together for four years or so, during which time I had hit on her multiple times. She had always turned me down; partially, since she had only been 25 at the time, while I was already in my mid-forties. Eventually, her mother had encouraged her to work for a different company.

Nguyet had chosen VSIP, Vietnam's largest real-estate firm, which offered better hours; during the day, instead of evenings and long weekends, as at our private English school. Ironically, as soon as we weren't working together anymore, she felt freer to go out for coffee with me, as no one who knew both of us would find out.

And, when she asked me one hot August morning, her parents were out of town, so that we ended up at her home, where we continued our fore-play downstairs, in the living room, and then ended up on the second floor, in Nguyet's bower, for a ribald loin twirl, during which I took her virginity.

The rest is history, as they say, but that our affair would so delightfully spiral out of hand neither of us could have anticipated: first, her petite colleague Thuy, who also had been a virgin at 30, asked me to deflower her, together with Nguyet, and then Tuyet, Tina, Thanh, a bunch of guys, and eventually even Hanh, Ly, and Mira had joined the fracas over the years.

Until Nguyet met Hiroshi, who she would marry in about ten weeks. It decidedly felt like our microcosm would dissolve itself relatively soon. I still didn't think that today would be our very last time but, as a premise, it was promising, of course. Even though it was, admittedly, also slightly contrived.

But everything was still plausible, too; apart from Hiroshi having agreed to enter a serious relationship with her. But it didn't matter that that was slightly over-the-top, as Nguyet and I both loved such ruses, during which we could suspend reality, try wacky things, and arrange our surroundings in ways we thought conducive to charming sensual play, erotic tension and satisfaction.

Like here, at our clinic

.

"Do you have something particular in mind?" I asked Nguyet to advance our charade, not expecting a clear answer, though.

And there wasn't any; Nguyet only reached past the table leg to get an oval plate with sushi from the third chair. The plate had been in a small cooler and was covered with tin foil. I noticed that there were also a few pieces of sashimi, which brought back memories of our first year as lovers. Nguyet had remembered to bring soy sauce and asked me to pitch in:

"While we're eating, you could perhaps explain again what you were saying about developing erotic suspense," she reminded me: "You know, culture and nature..."

Nguyet had her hair pinned up on the back of her head again. Her longest, outer bangs were framing her diamond-shaped face nicely; the bangs almost met again down near her chin. Of course, we had already started to eat, but Nguyet was looking at me as if she was expecting me to do - or say, at least - something unusual.

"I have to admit I find it somewhat difficult to lecture about eroticism now," I tried to buy time, to which Nguyet had the perfect answer again, however:

"Do it for the clinic, Mister Douglas. So, we women know better what arouses men."

Well, she was irresistible.

And being plausible

. Funnily, I didn't remember ever telling her exactly what I found erotic and how I conceived eroticism. If I ever did, it must have been four or five years ago, so she wanted me to refresh her memory, perhaps.

To get ready for the practical part, maybe, Nguyet now took off her blazer, for which she had even gotten up from her chair. Probably to remind me why I was here and to impress me with her allure. She now went over to the row of chairs that served as our waiting area for the clinic, which was woefully empty today.

I noticed again how pleasantly warm it was, finally; the winter had been grey and unusually cool. After Nguyet had sat down again, she deliberately was sitting more upright; perhaps, to impress me with her medium-sized bosom. Unexpectedly, I could sense the seams of her bra through the thin fabric of her blouse, which was unusual.

Somewhat erotic, actually

.

After Nguyet had taken another morsel, she put her chopsticks down, as if she was done eating. Or wanted to take a break. She moved her chair a bit toward me and was now sitting directly at the table corner. I could finally see her knees and the lower half of her thighs well, on one of which I now put my hand, as that was somewhat innocuous.

Nguyet nodded encouragingly, seeming full of expectations. She was probably eager that I continued my deliberations, perhaps even combined with a practical part, even though I wasn't done eating yet. Which she must have noticed, but now she used our break to refill our glasses with fresh ice from the bag between us, down on the floor.

"Well, as I explained the last two times," I finally began: "People meet in cultural, civilized contexts, first: work, school, or at a restaurant. Everyone dresses accordingly and follows social norms, even when flirting. And yet: Everyone knows that we all are naked under our clothes. Under the moral norms... we all are still animals, so to speak."

Nguyet had placed her chin onto her little fist, and her elbow on her other fist in front of her stomach, on one side, and was listening attentively. I now took my third piece of sushi, taking my time, to increase suspense:

"Eroticism is at the nexus of culture and nature: it's the transition from a cultivated, flirtatious being to the raw act of intercourse. To a naked animal, so to speak. Which, like we talked about with Mira, two weeks back, is done much more elegantly if the woman is wearing a dress or a skirt."

"If I just undress, that's not erotic? So that I get this right..."

"No, if you plainly undress, that's hot and arousing, since you are a healthy, attractive woman - and I am a healthy male mammal that is programmed to have sex with you - but it wouldn't be erotic, that's true. Sure, I want to touch, fondle, sniff, and then bang you, but people often need and want more: eroticism. Especially those poor souls who come here to your

Clinic for Erectile Dysfunctions

," I added melodramatically.

"What I found intriguing - back then, when we were talking with Mira - was when you said that we could have sex fully dressed," she interjected, sounding a bit like that was the plan for today: "I've thought about that several times during the last two weeks," she added.

"If you don't mind that your clothes get wrinkled or that all kinds of fluids land on them..."

"Hmh... but, Douglas, you haven't tried from the sashimi," Nguyet suddenly noticed.

Instead of replying, I caressed the lower half of her awesome little thigh; the part which I was able to see, anyway. Nguyet, in turn, opened the second button from the top on her blouse, so that I could see the smooth skin below her collarbones. I wasn't able to spot her bra yet, but that was probably her intention.

What I didn't expect - and what upset the apple cart completely - was that Nguyet now reached under her skirt to take off her panties.

Was she just too horny to listen to my deliberations?

Well, this whole step had been revoltingly hot, of course, and now she embodied both, nature and culture: Although I couldn't see her naked pussy under her skirt, I knew it was exposed there, of course.

Unless she was wearing two pairs of panties today

- which she had done once, in the past.

But how could we proceed from here?

At least, I knew now that she was wearing stockings - and not pantyhose. Her densely hairy, moist, savory snatch was only twenty inches away from me, in all likelihood completely unprotected.