Douglas Van Wyck:
With Anna in Saigon
Part 3 - Meeting Anna's best Friend Nhi
After I had said goodbye to Anna and watched her leave on her small motorcycle into the night, I spontaneously decided to go for a beer; partially, since we had spent six or seven hours up in my room. But, without her, it wouldn't even be half as nice. So, I rushed back up to fetch my phone and went to the small joint to which I had already been once.
All over Vietnam, families made a bit of extra income by putting out a few plastic tables and chairs and selling beer in bottles and cans. Such places also offered snacks, but I just went with a bucket filled with four bottles and ice. Sure, I could have sauntered half-a-mile further, to District 1, but everything was three times as expensive there.
And Anna would be back early in the morning,
to cuddle
. After I had poured the first beer, I messaged my wife, until Anna wrote that she was already in bed, with her best friend Nhi. Who had to get up early, though, and thus had already turned her little back toward Anna, she told me with a smiley.
Anna had taken another shower, she wrote in a third message, so as not to arouse the suspicion of her twin-sister, who was also trying to sleep already. Right when I had opened the second bottle, Anna had an interesting question, though, which could alter the course of events over the next 36 hours:
'
What did you mean by
role-play
, earlier?'
I tried to remember when exactly I had brought up the idea, but then I recalled: While Anna had been taking her clothes out of her backpack, as if she wanted to make my hotel room her home for the next two days.
'I've done that a few times with women to spice up our relationship: once, a lady friend of mine played a part-time hooker; another time, I caught and filmed her stealing at the supermarket, after which I black-mailed her into having sex with me at a cheap hotel,' I wrote back.
Some Vietnamese gentleman had joined me to drink with me, at least one glass, as was customary in Vietnam. We toasted and talked briefly, but then he went back to his table, were there were three more guys.
Thank God
. I reached for my phone again and saw that Anna had replied.
She said that she couldn't imagine playing a hooker, although she kinda liked the idea of me catching her stealing and then forcing her to have sex at my hotel:
'Perhaps tomorrow, at lunch-time, so that I don't just come up to your room for sex?' she had written; with two winking smileys, this time.
I liked the other ruse better; partially, since Anna would dress up, in all likelihood, and we could continue that hooker role-play in the evening. The whole dynamic between us would change, which would be exciting to watch unfold. But then, her sister would maybe see her getting dressed and ask her where she was going, all dolled-up.
On a Friday, around noon
.
And with whom
. But yeah, if I gave her money in the afternoon, we could blow it together in the evening. If I caught her stealing, on the other hand, and made her come with me to my hotel, she would have to be resentful for the role-play to work, but I didn't know if Anna had a consensual non-consent kink.
Naturally, I didn't feel like asking her, right at that moment, and typing all those intricate descriptions. But now that I thought about it, the last thing I wanted was Anna getting into prostitution to replenish her purse. And luckily, she didn't need that; Anna had two somewhat decent jobs and her family was fairly well off.
'Or, we'll play two strangers, who meet at a bar, by chance?' Anna now suggested, which I liked, too.
Yeah, that could definitely be exciting. Sure
. But:
'Over lunch? It's pretty unlikely that you, at 21, would hang out at a bar, around noon,' I reminded her.
'With Nhi, perhaps?' she cheekily wrote back, again with a winking smiley.
'Or, we'll do the shoplifting at noon and the chance meeting in the evening,' I suggested, in turn.
With Nhi, perhaps. Oh yeah, I could see that
. But then, it would perhaps be better to be alone with Anna in the evening, so that we could finally spend a whole night together and cuddle. And whisper tenderly. Intimately. It would be utterly romantic. And then, Nhi could join us on Saturday morning.
Curiously, there were no messages for a while now. So, I just smoked and opened another beer, while I was scrolling through Twitter again. Perhaps, Anna was googling role-playing ideas or whispering with Nhi, showing her Facebook-pictures of me. Well, technically, she could do that part-time-hooker role-play together with her best friend.
But there would be two options, again: In one, Nhi would just see be briefly and take off, while in the other, she would join Anna and me at my hotel room. Which would be far-fetched, though. But in the first version, we could meet and could make up our minds if we wanted to have a little threesome together on Saturday morning, perhaps.
Involving the ladies' little buttholes. Both of them
. Yes, it decidedly sounded as if Nhi really wanted to meet me. Earlier, Anna had already sent me a few pictures of her best friend, and I really found her cute: She was considerably shorter than Anna, but more womanly. Slightly roundish. Not chubby, though.
Yeah, she was a year older than Anna, who had always been the youngest in her class and had begun college at 17, but Nhi was super-sweet: Maybe five inches shorter than Anna, with nimble little thighs and a lovely, ever so slightly plumpish butt. I was sure Nhi's boobs were also more substantial than Anna's. But maybe not quite as ravishing.
Yeah, I was an absolute sucker for young, petite Vietnamese girls. One picture of Nhi kinda stuck out: She was sitting at a table, next to Anna, in a black top and a relatively short skirt with a floral pattern. Her upper lip, a bit like Anna's, swung upward, so that one could always see the four or six upper front teeth - which I had always liked.
Actually, now that I was looking at said picture again, I realized that Nhi looked a lot like my assistant Nga, at the small English center in our nondescript town. Nga was 24 and probably still a virgin, as bashfully as she usually carried herself. Nga had a perfect figure, a pretty, endearing face, nice legs, and the sweetest disposition one can imagine.
I was glad she was in my classroom with the younger students, although I didn't need her to translate. But I wasn't going to send Nga out.
Of course, not
. She was patient and, also, rather graceful. Not as much as Anna, though, who had wished me a
Good Night
, in the meantime, not without telling me that she was already masturbating again.
She hadn't mentioned Nhi, however, but included two red hearts, as well as a laughing, winking smiley. So, I just opened the fourth bottle of beer I had in the ice bucket, which would be my last, though. Anna was going to show up early tomorrow morning and cuddle with me in bed, which was motivation enough not to get drunk.
So, I just lit one more ciggy, but soon got up and paid. Curiously, there was a young man at the reception this evening, who wasn't overly friendly, though. He just handed me the chip card with a curt nod and attended to his computer screen again. I decided against another shower but had one more ciggy on the balcony, as my day with Anna had been so zesty and exhilarating.
There was a nice light breeze, up here on the ninth floor.
Yeah, what kind of role-play could we orchestrate tomorrow?
Well, I would leave it up to Anna, since she had never done anything like that but was blessed with enough humor, charm, and imagination to flesh out any role.
