The Old Vacant Hotel Ch. 08

Douglas Van Wyck: The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 08 - The new Intern needs to be broken in

Last week, our orgy posse had been on an outing to the hot springs west of town, where our masseuse Ly had offered herself to Nguyet's fiancé Hiroshi as well as our Adonis, Hoang, in order to conceive a child out of wedlock. Ly was pushing 40, but her first husband had died terribly early, almost fifteen years ago.

Ly had already tried to get pregnant with Hiroshi's chauffeur, for the last five months, but perhaps Khoa was only firing blanks. So, she had decided to switch horses, as fertility treatment wasn't available in our small town. But Ly didn't want to travel or shell out large amounts of money, either. And she really liked Hiroshi, who was a man of the world and had the aura of a famous actor, chief executive, or mafia boss.

So that Ly didn't have to plainly undress, lie down, and spread her legs, we had conceived the idea to open a Clinic for Erectile Dysfunction in the only furnished room at the vacant hotel, where our orgy microcosm had been meeting for the last three years.

There, Ly would massage clients on the day of her ovulation - to treat the guys' purported erectile disorders - and then enwrap each patient's cock with her sheath to receive the chromosome halves. And conceive. Hopefully.

This arrangement surely was a bit far-fetched, but definitely superior to all the other options she had: Do without a child, spend lavishly on fertility treatment, or simply lie down on her back to get fucked by a bunch of guys in a row. Although the latter would probably be hot as well. As would be the two alternatives we had come up with for roleplays, instead of the clinic:

Mira had the plan of a catastrophic event, which had left Ly the only woman in our town, and now all the guys that were left had to bang her to make sure she conceived, while the other idea had been Quyen's, who suggested we pretend there had been some kind of sex lottery, which Ly had won. Due to an error in the software, multiple guys had been notified, however.

Yes, I liked both of these ideas as well, but for now, we had started the new clinic and would probably continue for a few months, until Ly got pregnant. Although Ly just had her fertile period, we still would meet this week in some configuration to use the charming setting for a more or less wild and ribald rumpus.

Since I didn't like knowing too much in advance, I just promised my muse Nguyet that I would show up at the older vacant hotel on Wednesday, at quarter past eleven, as she had asked me to. In passing, Nguyet had mentioned a delicate mission, which would probably have to do with breaking in the new interns, of which Mira was the shier one.

Just like Nguyet and me, Mira loved such shenanigans, during which she could forget the bullshit at the English school where I had also taught for more than nine years, before I had left the place last August.

Yes, just as with Ly's insemination, I liked playing such ruses or charades, where everyone would assume a different role and then, we just let the titillating dynamics unfold. This was ten times better than plainly arranging to fuck. Perhaps, Quyen would be there again, too, as she had her period the previous week, when we met at the thermal springs.

Nguyet was the Medical Assistant in our new clinic and at the helm, but when she discovered that there was nothing wrong with my cock, she elevated me to her External Advisor, who was to assist and support our medical facility with a male perspective.

Since Quyen wanted to experience sex with a bunch of men, perhaps Hoang would turn up too, but Hiroshi was probably on another business trip again. As so often. I was still surprised that we had seen him two weeks in a row lately, since he was the Vice President for Commercial Property at VSIP, where Nguyet and Hoang were working, too.

Our little bash with Quyen two weeks earlier, when she had sported her long white dress from high school, was super-charming and the first time she had sex with two men, Hiroshi and myself. Quyen had seemed to thoroughly enjoy it, and we would probably shift up to three guys, soon.

Since I was visiting the clinic not as a patient but the External Advisor, I took the liberty again to bring some refreshments, as Nguyet had already mentioned that we would eat lunch together - which kinda went beyond the frame of our role-play, of course. But then, none of us was taking the whole charade over-seriously.

After all, we weren't at acting school, but just wanted to create conducive conditions for chipper copulation: a slow built-up of erotic tension in a plausible cultural context, during which our sexual energy would be channeled - and then a charming, satisfying release would follow.

As was my habit, I smoked a cigarette downstairs, outside the hotel, before I would go up. Strangely, there wasn't a single motorcycle parked here, in the lobby; well, Nguyet certainly was upstairs, in the only furnished room of the, otherwise, completely empty hotel, which functioned as our new clinic.

Yeah, perhaps Hiroshi's driver Khoa had brought Nguyet here; maybe together with Quyen and/or Mira, which would be a tad unusual, though. But then, I could feel how excited I was getting not knowing exactly whom and what to expect.

Nguyet knew my proclivities and inclinations better than anyone else and had probably prepared something that we either hadn't done for a while or that would be completely new. I had absolutely no doubt that our lunch break would turn out completely satisfactory. Or was she up there all by herself?

Naturally, I went upstairs when I was done smoking and had closed the screeching metal door behind me. As far as I knew, we weren't expecting anyone else, since our clinic was closed from 11:30 to 1:30, just like any office or bank in Vietnam. I paused to admire the two cute posters advertising the clinic again, which Nguyet had hung up down here, but then quickly went upstairs.

When I knocked on the doorframe - the door itself was open, as usual - I looked around the room and was threefold surprised: First, there were only Nguyet and Mira, but no patients, but both were dressed somewhat different from what I had expected:

Nguyet had carried her medical-assistant game to extremes and now looked like a nurse in a movie: Clad all in white, with a long, starched, not tucked in shirt and white skirt, she was also wearing very light stockings or pantyhose. The kicker was her white nurse bonnet with a red cross, though, which looked like she had made it herself or found it at a toy store.

Nguyet was also wearing a white mask as well as her glasses, which completed her pure, pristine, and professional appearance. She was sitting at the table with Mira, explaining something to our new but inexperienced, young intern - for which Nguyet had even lugged an older laptop here, as another prop.

But Mira had reached deep into the clothes closet as well and gotten her old school uniform from the Philippines out, which she had used a few times to make my head spin in the past. She was wearing a blue, knee-length, pleated skirt, together with a white blouse with the blue emblem of her school over her left tender boob.

Mira's dark-blue tie had several pairs of light-blue diagonal stripes. She was also sporting a brown cardigan, which was open and had roughly the same color as her pubic hair. What I absolutely loved, though, was that she was wearing dark-brown pantyhose, which were nicely complemented by her black buckled shoes.

Mira was bisexual: She liked wearing cargo pants or jeans with sneakers or even combat boots - but then, she had her decidedly feminine streaks, like this week or month. She had also applied some rouge to her cheeks and dyed her relatively short hair afresh, which was parted accurately on the right, in a darker brown than the last time.

Nguyet had nodded and asked me to sit down at the table as well, and now she introduced us:

"Yes, Mister Douglas, this is Miss Mira, who has applied for an internship here at the clinic, just like Quyen."

"She is still in school, too, like Quyen?" I expressed my surprise.

Like I said, Quyen had been wearing her long white dress from high school, the day she had met Hiroshi, and pretended she was only 18.

"Well, yes: You know, since we're dealing with erectile disorders," Nguyet cleared her throat: "I thought that having one or two very young interns might boost the men's... you know... prowess. Especially, since Ms. Ly and I are... a bit older, already," she was searching for words and kinda apologizing.

"But Miss Mira here kinda looks like a boy, with her short hair. And she doesn't seem to have boobs," I complained, even though I found her lithe, nimble body stunning.

Which Mira knew, of course. But we also had to place some obstacles in our course, which we then could tear down in charming, arousing ways. But Nguyet immediately took Mira's side:

"For those patients who prefer more strapping women, we have Quyen and Ms. Ly, herself. And Mira is still young. Perhaps her breasts will get a bit bigger. I think she has potential," Nguyet added, knowing that Mira's boobs weren't really going to grow, at 26.

Unless she got pregnant and would then breast-feed, which had caused Nguyet's boobs to become larger. But now, they sagged. Anyway, both ladies knew how gracious and dazzling I found them, but Mira was blushing, looking down at her flat chest, like she was pondering what she could do about it.

Mira's boobs were nicely roundish discs, but only protruded by half-an-inch, perhaps. They were maybe three inches in diameter and always reminded me of crumpets.

"Why did you apply here?" I asked Mira to weave some lore for our role-play and to hear her voice, which often reminded me of a pubescent boy's.

Especially, when she laughed. Which I really liked, though, for some reason. It fit her androgynous body and her, overall, exuberant demeanor.

"Well, I'm bisexual. And I've had a... a girlfriend for a long time," Mira began, somewhat hesitatingly, which was unusual, but fitting our chamber play.

Her reply didn't answer my question, though, but I was sure that the ladies had come up with a somewhat plausible background story. Which they would now relay, step-by-step.

"Well, see, Mister Douglas: Here lies the problem. Mira never had sex with a man. But she wants to try it. Without risking her relationship to her girlfriend," Nguyet told me now.

"Holy Moly! She's still a virgin!" I exclaimed, but then instantly asked why she wanted to work at a Clinic for Erectile Disorders, then.

Perhaps, the ladies felt that a quasi-virgin would boost the patients' libido? Nguyet was looking at Mira, like she wanted to ascertain what our youngest would say to that, but I almost burst out laughing: Nguyet, in her over-the-top nurse outfit and, Jesus, all the charming depravities the three of us had allowed ourselves over the last several years!

So, Mira was a virgin once more. Well, as young as she looked, with her braces and her slender body, it was believable; especially, since she had mentioned her girlfriend, with whom she purportedly had already had sex.

"I... I don't know, Ms.... Nguyet," I was hemming and hawing: "Isn't that a tad strange: to have a very inexperienced young woman here, trying to stroke guys' dysfunctional cocks?! What, if someone wants sex with our virgin here?!"

"Well, yes and no. You need to know that Mira and Ly know each other well, since Mira's girlfriend, Hanh, is Ly's niece. And it's only a part-time position," Nguyet added, before she opened the pack of cookies which had been sitting here on the table for the whole time.

While I was watching her, my mind projected her large, dark, incredibly dense pubic mound on the front of her white nurse outfit. Was she wearing pantyhose or stockings, perhaps with a garter belt? Man, did she look hot again. I also imagined how she smelled under her skirt, after the few hours since she had taken a shower, although it wasn't a hot day.

Actually, it looked like rain. Anyway, Nguyet invited me to take a cookie or two. Knowing how attractive I found her and how lewdly I was looking at her, she then suggested that we could show Mira how sex between a woman and man was conducted.

"And then, you could... with her? I mean..." she was asking me now, with raised eyebrows.

Well, this all was a tad contrived, but I found the premise charming and potent. Sure, it was much better than proposing to just fuck.

"You want some kind of crash course in heterosexual eroticism and fornication, for Mira?" I asked back to buy time, although the endearing project had already been clearly outlined.

"Pretty much," nodded Nguyet.

"Well, have you given Mira some pointers already?" I was curious, looking at our youngest, who was smiling coyly.

No, I loved how we had maneuvered ourselves into this lovely little ruse, which we would now unfold. And perhaps discover new sides to our lust and desire. Looking at the purported 12^th-grader, I felt my cock twitch and also imagined how her dark, soft pantyhose smelled under her skirt.

"Yes and no," began Nguyet again: "See, the unfortunate thing is that the gentleman who was here earlier didn't... well, get an erection," she told me, like she was embarrassed about her lack of skill.

The guy not getting it on was almost certainly a fib, but it fit the overall story why we had to demonstrate Mira now how it's done. And, of course, that a guy failed to get an erection was the premise of the whole clinic charade.

"Oh, now I get it: You wanted to show Mira how... intercourse... with the patient?!"

"Yes, that too. Ideally, Mira would have taken my spot after ten minutes, for the second half. But she was too sheepish, anyway..."

I nodded and took another cookie, before I finally reached down into the bag with the drinks and ice, which had been next to my feet for the whole time. Surprisingly, Mira also wanted a beer, and not a Pepsi - and then we toasted, optimistic that we could break in our youngest in mirthful, alluring ways.

Nguyet instantly pushed her seat away from the table and spread her legs a bit to begin our mating dance. We could now see the lower half of her shapely thighs, which looked even better in black stockings, but the white ones here suited her nurse outfit much better, true. Nguyet was also wearing some kind of ballet slippers, which rounded everything off nicely.

"Did Mira take her clothes off, earlier?" I asked to notch up our game, although Nguyet had already mentioned that Mira had been sheepish.

"Well, no. Like I said," she sighed and waved her right hand down from next to her face, like she was disappointed: "She unbuttoned her blouse, and then showed the man her chest. But you're right: her boobs are kinda small."

"That guy was kinda disgusting, anyway," Mira surprisingly added to the debate now.

Ha! That was new, too. We never had a creep. So, it wasn't Hiroshi. But I was still sure that no one had been here before I arrived. And yet, we needed some kind of background lore for our endearing ruse to work.

"Well, Mira, here at the clinic, you can't pick and choose. Sometimes, there will be patients who you don't like," Nguyet seemed almost miffed now: "In our clinic, we want to fully restore the functionality of every man's penis. But sometimes, there's one that isn't... so delicious," Nguyet reminded our young, inexperienced intern.

Since Mira was looking trepidaciously in my direction, Nguyet assured her that my cock was pleasant, albeit a bit large for her, perhaps:

"It's a challenge, sure. But it isn't huge. I mean, Mister Douglas and I have... done it. Actually, it'll fill a petite Asian lady nicely. But I'm sure you can deal with it," Nguyet nodded once more in Mira's direction.

The latter seemed reassured, overall. If Nguyet had... done it with me, then she could do it, too. Probably. But then, Mira managed to put on a queasy look again, which suited her role so perfectly. Oh, yes: She was in her element. Just as Nguyet. And myself.

"But you had undressed completely, for the act, Ms. Nguyet? I mean, with the unpleasant guy, earlier..."

"Well, sure. Initially, I thought it would be enough to show him my chest... and then, I even took my panties off. But eventually, yes, I got all naked," Nguyet nodded.

"Well, sometimes, not quite naked is actually better. More erotic," I replied, before I lit another ciggy, since that wasn't a problem in hospitals here, in Vietnam.

"Oh, one doesn't need to undress for sex?" Mira asked incredulously and sat up, appearing alert, all of a sudden.

"Of course, not. But then, clothes get wrinkled, and all kinds of fluids may get on them. But my comment had actually been more about building up a nice arch of erotic tension," I added truthfully.

"Oh, are you saying I did something wrong?" Nguyet was concerned, seeming to take the whole thing personally.

"Oh, no. I didn't mean to criticize you. It was more like a general comment," I reassured her.

Nguyet had taken off her mask by now, but she was still wearing her glasses with the black, relatively thick frames. Apart from her eyes, mouth, and hair, the spectacles were the only dark aspect on her, otherwise, completely white appearance. Yes, I had never seen her dressed totally in white. Man, I couldn't get over her little bonnet, which she had fixed with two hairpins.

"Well, Douglas, I made you our External Advisor for a reason. Now, you explain how erotic suspense works!" she challenged me, handing me the perfect topic on a silver plate.

Which should move our chamber play forward nicely.

"Well, I guess I could explain it. But words will only do so much. We would have to add a practical part, too," I was a bit evasive.

"Well, we will. Have that practical part," Nguyet was optimistic, looking and sounding alert, too, also opening her legs a bit more.

"Well, let's sit closer together," I suggested: "So that we could talk and touch each other."

I ended up sitting near Mira's right knee, while Nguyet was now to my right, with her knees almost touching Mira's left thigh - the one with the large tattoo. When Mira realized that we were shifting gears, she managed to look queasy again, while, deep inside herself, she probably couldn't wait to be kissed and touched.

So, I placed my left hand on Mira's right, stocking-clad knee and thigh, under the seam of her blue school-uniform skirt. Nguyet had pressed her legs back together, like she wanted to start from the beginning and not be too rash or lewd; now that we were trying to build a proper arch of sensual suspense.

Nguyet and I had discovered many elements of said art together: It probably started when she once, on a total whim, had taken off her panties from under her dress, at a café. She then placed the lovely aromatic little piece of garment next to her on the bench but, of course, still covered her midsection for another half an hour so, until she lifted her heels onto the seat, while she was holding the seam of her dress to her knees.

Squeezing her dark pussy nicely between her thighs and framing it with her feet. Should I tell the ladies how powerful this flagrant combination of nature and culture had been? I could pretend that it had been another young woman, not Nguyet, since now, in our new role-play, I had only known her for two months.

Well, this wasn't the moment to share stories or get into long-winded explanations; now that we were sitting together so closely: