There were tonnes of cabs waiting outside the club. As usual, the streetwise Lan started to discount those from companies that she knew charged exhorbitant rates or were otherwise not honest in their fare collection. Saying “No” to the cabbies one after another, as if striking names off a namelist, we soon had no cabs left around us. We crossed Thi Sach Street and soon were strolling down Dong Du Street, hand in hand. As we came to Dong Khoi Street, we could see the Caravelle Hotel towering over us. Memories of my past stay in this hotel, and how Lan and I were chased away by the over-zealous security guard, came floating back to my mind.
Me: Lan… Caravelle.
Lan: Yes.
Me: Before, I come to Saigon, I want to bring you inside. But you cannot go in.
Lan: Yes… it’s okay. No problem.
Me: This hotel is really nice. Very nice and big rooms.
Lan: Yes, I know.
Me: Huh? How you know?
Lan: Because I have friend working in Caravelle. She working in hotel bar.
We eventually got onto a cab Lan wanted. As the vehicle zipped through District 1 on its way to Bui Vien Street, I realised how familiar I had become with this area. We drove past the Caravelle, the Opera House, and Highlands Coffee. I grabbed lan’s hand more tightly.
We came to the by-now familiar fork formed between Tran Hung Dao Street and Bui Vien Street. We went right into Bui Vien Street, though I had, just a few minutes earlier, told Lan to let us stop by the 24-hour convenience store on Nguyen Thai Hoc Street. I was anxious to get a box of Durex for our session ahead. I quizzed her as to why we did not visit the store. “I tired,” was her response. There was no way in which I would do her this evening without arming myself with some protective shield. We got off the cab. “You go buy later. Very near,” was the only indifferent response I got from Lan. I wondered if this girl had had the same casual attitude to sex all these while. Only Heaven knew if she had had multiple sessions with men of all shapes and sizes and nationalities before she knew me!
As Lan had her shower I was still pondering about this issue. It didn’t take long for me to decide that if Lan wouldn’t be interested in getting some Durex, I would. I put my shoes back on and walked out of the room quietly. The store was truly near the hotel. It didn’t take me 2 minutes to get out to this place and get what I needed. This time I chose a Durex Love, the type in a red box with a cartoon of a devil. And no, I didn’t get canned drinks this time like on my first trip; It was pretty clear what were going to engage ourselves in.
I coolly walked back into the hotel, smiled at the friendly Front Desk guy and made my way quickly up the steps in anticipation of the wonderful time I would have with Lan in just a while. I walked along the darkened corridor, inserted the key into the doorknob and gave it a firm twist. Oh my god! Lan had just emerged from the shower and was standing in the buff next to the bed. She gave me that shocked look as I made my way in. “Sorry! Sorry!” I uttered as I hurriedly entered the room and closed the door behind me. The problem with budget hotels is that the rooms are small enough such that you’re able to look into the entire room when you’re standing in the corridor. I was glad that no one was around me then.
Lan: Where you go?
Me: I went to buy something. *smile*
With Lan waiting for me, I had a double-quick bath. Like earlier in the day, I had noticed that water was everywhere on the floor. Didn’t this girl knew the proper way to use the shower curtains? You place the curtain in the bathtub so that any water that gets splashed flows back into the tub, not outside. Anyhow, in a couple of minutes I was on the bed with my girl. We kissed passionately like long-long lovers. Once again, her warm body felt so good on mine. Lan saw the red box lying around and picked it up. “You go buy this?” “Yes.” Lan opened the box and tried to look intelligent as she scanned the English instruction leaflet. It wasn’t long before she gave up. It was also not before long that I was capped on and she tried to ride me, at my request. Somehow I couldn’t penetrate her. We tried the missionary position. Nothing.
Me: Lan, you’re very dry.
Lan: … *quiet, with eyes closed, as usual*
Me: Lan, very dry, I cannot go in.
Lan: Can go.
Me: But you’re so dry.
Lan: No problem. Can go. I know. *pointing to herself*
And so we tried again. As usual I requested for help. With a bit of pushing and tweaking and my cries for help (“Where?”), Lan managed to get my little dick into her love hole. I don’t normally last for long, so it was no surprise that I came after just a few thrusts. Finally I had managed to do her. My trip to Saigon this time had not been in vain. Upon unrolling the sheath off my manhood, I did not handle the condom properly and half of my warm, nourishing life-creator spilled onto the bed. Now I would have to sleep on my own cum. I lay down and embraced Lan.
Without warning, Lan grabbed my phone. I tried to pry it away from her, exclaiming, “Wait. I show you…” But she wouldn’t return the device. “I show you something!” I tried to click on the Gallery button. “I know! I know!” Lan was almost shouting now. She claimed that she knew how to operate my phone.
“This who?!” Lan stared at me. I took a look at my phone. Of all things, Lan had had a peek into my phonebook. And of all things, she had come to the entry of the Queen. As if that was not enough, the Queen was not represented in the phonebook by her name, but by the name “Darling”. And to top it all, there was a thumbnail of her attached to this entry. The pretty gal’s smiling face was glaring right at me, from the device that was held motionless by Lan as she sat naked on the bed. There was a stunned silence as nobody talked for a very long one second. Trust me, that one second truly felt like eternity there and then. Prior to this trip, I had taken care to print pictures of Lan that I could insert into my wallet. I had swopped out the old SD card in my mobile phone and put in a spare card that contained nothing but Lan’s photos. I had even invested in a new SD card for the digital camera so that Lan would not see anything related to the Queen and the family. I had done everything under the sun but forgotten to erase the Queen’s entry or at least substitute it for another name. Most importantly of all, I had left the thumbnail intact. I tried to react quickly. “My sister,” I finally uttered to Lan. “That’s my sister.”
Lan would have none of that. She dropped my phone, turned to one side of the bed, and wrapped herself up, her eyes shut. She became very, very quiet. I knew something was not right. “Lan… Lan” I called out. She did not move. Back in my mind I wondered how I could have let things develop to such a stage. Through my carelessness, Lan was now aware of my marital status and that I had been lying to her. What would she do? I could imagine her packing her stuff and quickly returning home. Then I would be left to fend on my own. I had planned to visit the Ben Thanh Market with Lan, and go dancing at Lush on the second day. Now I would be on my own. I counted myself lucky to have done her at least once. At least I had achieved something, for all my efforts in keeping in touch with her.
As my mind went through all these thoughts I thought I saw something on Lan’s eyes. Amid the silver gliterring gel tears had slowly but surely started to form in the corner of her eyes. Her face cringed and her body shook slightly as tears slowly flowed down her cheeks. For the very first time since I knew Lan two months before, I saw her cry.
Me: Lan, why are you crying?
No response. Tears continued to form and flow down her cheeks.
Me: Lan… are you okay? I told you that is my sister. Why are you crying? Why are you so quiet?
Lan: You lie…
Me: Lan. Why don’t you believe me? Lan, I have many many pictures in this phone. My sister, my father, my mother. I can show you. Come, open your eyes. I show you.
It was true that my family’s pictures are indeed stored in the phonebook. I thought showing these thumbnails to her would provide some legitimacy to what I was doing, in a seemingly futile attempt to reverse the crashing of the universe. Lan refused to open her eyes and in fact, turned so that her back was facing me.
Me: Lan, open your eyes. Don’t keep quiet. Why are you so quiet?
Lan: I don’t like you lie…
Me: When did I lie? I told you that’s my sister. I have my family’s picture too. I show you!
Lan did not say anything.
Me: Lan, why are you so quiet?
Lan had nothing for me. There was nothing I could do to make Lan talk. I must have sat on the adjacent bed for a good 5 minutes by now. Since she did not want to talk there was little I could do too. I noticed her blanket was covering only half her body. The least I could do was to cover her up. The last thing I wanted was to let Lan catch a cold. No sooner had I started to pull the sheet up when Lan forced it back down. This went on a few more times before I got frustrated and almost raised my voice. “Lan, I don’t want you to catch a cold okay!” She glared at me. We faced each other like that for a good one to two long minutes.
Me: Come, listen to me. cover yourself. Don’t catch a cold.
I attempted to pull the blanket up again. This time, Lan forced it back down so much, kicking it in the process, such that it was now completely off her body. This was a rebellious girl before me. Once again I tried to cover her up but she wouldn’t let me. I was raging with anger. We stared at each other like enemies.
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haha_123
Anyway, I had a friend who knew a Pinoy syt at a pub. He put her name down as ‘Michael’ so that the Queen won’t get suspicious. Nothing happened until one Sunday where my friend received a sms from ‘Michael’ that says: ‘Dear, why u so long never come down to pub? U no miss me?’ And that’s when all hell broke lose!!!
It is precisely for this reason that I NEVER save my girls’ contacts in my phone book. Call me a walking phonebook, but I remember all my girls’ (Shenzhen, Bangkok and Saigon) numbers by heart.
By the way, I’ll be heading for Saigon again next week.
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X-men
Guess i had to be brave n move on to find out the heartbreaking truth.
Yes, do be brave and move on. I didn’t know that we were in the same place at the same time.
Incidentally, I will be down in Saigon again next week. Not sure if you will be there, but in the event that you will, let’s meet up.
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Bro Tomahawk, how i envy U
I will be also making a trip down to hcm in mid of Dec. Ya,btw there is this hotel near Ben thanh market call Tan Hai Long also ger friendly n quite cheap at normal room for US27 n really huge room with 2 Queen bed at US40. U can also consider staying there.
Envy me??? What did I do?
I haven’t heard of Tan Hai Long Hotel… might give it a try. I had a big double room (that means, with 2 Queen-sized beds) at Lien Ha Hotel (off Bui Vien Street) for USD29. And my room came with a safe, wireless Internet, attached bathroom with massage showerhead, etc… I thought it was damn worth it.
Thanks to the numerous brothers who have shared much concern and advice. Sorry for not returning to this thread sooner. I just got hit by lots of work (busy season). And I do need time to compose the next instalment of the Part II story.
Anyway, the update I have for everyone is that I’m back in Saigon. Just arrived yesterday. I went to Apocalypse Now. Got approached by this 23-year old FL. Thought of taking her but I was hesitant as her rates were high (1,000,000 Dong = S$100!). Siao… in the end, I got approached on the street by a young boy on a scooter. After much persuasion, I let him bring me to this budget hotel. They brought in girl after girl, till I settled on a 19-year old. Paid 650,000 Dong (S$65) for the service + hotel. I also willingly gave her a 100,000 Dong (S$10) tip. I didn’t think much of it, till I realised afterwards I had over-tipped her.
It’s now 10:10pm. I’m packing my luggage, and in half an hour or so, I’ll head for Bar Stop. No guarantee that I’ll see Lan, but I’m game to catch up with her colleagues. I hope they don’t throw eggs at me.
Wa lau. I just did two young girls together an hour ago. Now back at my hotel, 5:25am suddenly someone pressed my doorbell and called out to me. Jialat, maybe it was cong an! I looked through the peephole, siao liao! Someone in uniform was standing there.
Wah brother X-men, you good. Can I have a look at your SYT? I gian liao.
By the way, I’m back in SG lah. Returned here on Saturday afternoon, but not before knowing a decent waitress in the restaurant where Lan used to work (yes, she has quit liao). I was hoping to score another night of free sex but she refused, saying maybe next time if we got into a relationship she would follow me back.
All night at her restaurant (I must have spent 6 hours there!), I had my dinner and coffee, I got her to teach me Vietnamese, and I poured out my sad story of Lan and she listened intently. She then told me about her former boyfriend from China and how she didn’t mind being with him though he was married with a baby. This girl is keen for long-term relationships but I don’t want to have a mistress and baby overseas lah. I don’t mind having a discreet relationship though.
Anyhow, after a night of sleeping alone I went back to the outlet for breakfast, got a colleague wake her up and she sent me to the airport, as promised. I got hard-ons multiple times as I lay my arm on her breasts. Managed to get some French kisses and hugs (she was so shy!) before I finally made my way into the terminal.
A parting note that she took the initiative to send me as I was going through Passport Control: “Forget all the things that make you unhappy. I like you because sometimes you look like my boyfriend.” Then, after I touched down in Singapore and told her I’d contact her on Monday, she responded, “I will take care of myself. I wait for you, ok?”
Every minute that ticked by seemed like an eternity. We must have stared at each other like that for a good 2 to 3 minutes. Between our heavy breathing, we gave each other piercing stares, broken occassionally by shifts of our gaze elsewhere.
Lan: You come sleep!
Me: No. You don’t tell me what happened. I don’t want to sleep.
This went off for a couple more times. Eventually, Lan gave up. She pulled the blanket up to her neck and turned to her right, away from my sight. I heaved a sigh of relief and despair, got up from my adjoining bed and moved around Lan’s bed so that I reached the other side. As I did so I caught sight of a stack of photographs lying on the dressing table. This stack of ten 4R and 5R prints had been brought here by Lan earlier when she returned from her shower at her home. Some of the pictures had been taken at a trip to Mui Ne by Lan and her colleagues. In two of the photographs Kym, Lan’s boss at Bar Stop, could be seen pulling her spaghetti strap top slightly down as a whole group of girls looked on or laughed. I had exclaimed to Lan earlier in the day, “Wah, your boss…” and she had responded, “No problem. All girls!”. The rest of the photographs had been taken during Chau’s wedding reception. If you remember, Chau was one of Lan’s colleagues at Bar Boy. She, together with another girl Lien, had tried to soothe my nerves as Lan flirted openly with the young Caucasian during my first trip to Saigon. Lan looked so pretty in the pictures. She had appeared at the wedding reception in the same white-and-black polka-dotted dress that she had worn to Apocalypse just a few hours earlier. I put the pictures down.
As I settled myself onto the bed I made sure I first applied a towel onto the gooey patch of semen that had, thanks to me, been created on it. The next few moments were spent trying to have a peek at Lan, hoping she would talk. But no, her eyes were shut tight. I settled into a troubled sleep.
I did not sleep well that night. Perhaps it was the cold airconditioning, perhaps it was the stress within me, or perhaps it was something else in the world, but I woke up a few times in the night. As I was still wondering if Lan and I would still be together the following day, she reached out to me as she turned in her sleep, pulling me closer to her in the process. I knew it was a sign that all was not lost.
Daylight came early. Because Vietnam is an hour behind Singapore, yet east of it by longitude, Saigon got the sun very early. The room was already very bright by 6:00am. Sunlight that had found its way through the gap between the window and curtains landed on my face, making me feel very uncomfortable. I wondered then we had not chosen to sleep on the other bed, away from the window.I turned to look at Lan, who turned out to be still asleep. I knew from my experience in Singapore that sleep was precious to Lan. Hardly a day passed without us having our earliest conversation or SMS chat around noon. Many a time I went through my mornings waiting for late morning or lunchtime so that I could talk to her. Now, staying in the same room as this girl, I saw for myself what a sleeper she was. Lan’s phone rang incessantly all morning but she hardly flinched. A few times she opened her eyes and I proceeded to nibble on her nipples and carress her but she went back to sleep. At least I didn’t face any resistance. I knew it was the sign that all would be well that day. Finally, at about lunchtime, Lan got up. Lan realised that she had had several missed calls. The caller turned out to be her “sister” Lan. The older woman had invited us over for lunch and Lan agreed. Of course, she did not know then about what had transpired between us. Lan went back to the bed.
We made small talk. As I proceeded to molest her all over, I got bolder. Lan did not push me away when I attempted to pump her. Soon I was thrusting away in what was the first time I engaged her after the cold war the previous night. In no time I came. Lan told me the plan for the day: We would go over to Lan’s place, where she would have a change of clothes, then we would adjourn to her “sisters’” place for lunch. We would next visit the Cho Ben Thanh, or Ben Thanh Market, at my request. We washed up, seperately of course. Lan still refused to let us take our shower together. She looked on as I adjusted my glasses on myself, before the mirror, to ensure a good fit. I found out that she had perfect eyesight.
It was time to go. Ensuring that I had brought enough money to last me for the afternoon and that I had put everything we did not need neatly in place, I locked the door behind us. We were setting off for an afternoon of what seemed like tranquility on the surface but deceit and disappointment underneath.
As Lan and I stopped briefly at the Front Desk to deposit our keys, I noticed that the staff manning the counter was actually the sweet girl that had been featured in the blog I mentioned in an earlier post. I pointed her out to Lan, who affirmed that it was indeed the person I had shown her on my laptop the day earlier. We had no problems getting a cab. I was looking forward to arriving at the familiar shophouse in Hai Ba Trung Street, where Lan lived, as I was keen to have a look at her living conditions. Instead we pulled over at a roadside fruit store. Lan was getting some fruits to bring home. I had to, of course, do my part in helping to carry the heavy bags and more importantly, to pay for the purchases. Not that I minded. However, thinking back, and due to what was going to transpire later that evening, I now know that Lan was trying to milk as much from me as she could, now that she knew my real status. Either that or it was simply plain normal in Vietnam for the guys to pay for everything.
We got back into the cab. Finally we arrived at 138 Hai Ba Trung Street. I had passed this unit more than once previously, owing to the need to send Lan home, however, this was the first time I was entering. Lan led me as we walked past the hardware shop on the ground floor. Men at work and men at rest looked on as this foreigner from some strange land followed a local girl up the stairs. The concrete steps were in a state of disrepair. One would have certainly noticed that many parts had been chipped away. We made a turn and arrived at the second level. Leaving my shoes on the common walkway, I walked gingerly along a narrow corridor. To my right were individual units housing, presumably, entire families. People turned to look as Lan announced that she had brought a friend home. As we walked on, a series of deafening noise engulfed us. It turned out that a barebodied man was doing some drilling to or otherwise fixing some structure in the common kitchen. Lan motioned me to sit on a stool adjacent to the last unit, just before the kitchen, and headed in. I could see her greeting the elders before proceeding to wash her face. Meanwhile, a woman about my age who was feeding some toddlers in that last unit made small talk with me.
She: Hello… *smile*
Me:
Chao em
.
She: Oh, you can speak Vietnamese!
Me:
Mot it.
*smile*
Toi khong phai la nguoi Viet, nhung toi noi mot it tieng Viet!
I always felt proud of myself when I managed that long sentence. Tranlated, it means “I’m not Vietnamese, however, I can speak some Vietnamese.”
She: Where do you come from?
Me: Singapore.
She: aaa bbb ccc ddd eee fff ggg hhh. (I couldn’t make out what she was saying)
Me:
Toi xin loi! Toi khong hieu!
See, I always made a fool of myself. I always aimed for a chance to practise (and show off) what little Vietnamese I knew, however, as the conversation got beyond tourist-level content, I found myself stuck. The woman smiled and continued feeding her children. I turned to my left. I could see that Lan was now playing with some small children hanging out in the kitchen. This communal area was huge. Cooking was done at the edges about five feet wide. This walkable area bordered a square, open area in which clothes were hung out to dry. At the far end, I could see that the next unit, adjacent to the end of the kitchen but which shared the huge laundry-drying area, was in a sorry state. The wall was half-demolished and bricks were jutting out everywhere. I wondered if anyone actually lived there. Lan came to me.
Lan: You wait here okay? I go up, change.
Me: Okay.
With that, the girl disappeared up the stairs. Lan’s unit was on the third floor, not on the second as I had thought. I wanted to have a peek at Lan’s place but restrained myself as I did not have permission to. I sat around for a while more, flashing that occassional smile to the nice lady with the toddlers. In five minutes Lan was back. She had exchanged her flashy, white and black dress with polka dots for a seemingly more comfortable purple T-shirt with the words Calvin Klein and jeans. We headed for the ground floor.
Me: So now, we go to your sisters’ place?
Lan: Yes.
Me: Where is it?
Lan: There. *motioning in a general direction* Not far.
As I made my way out of the stairs and out to the pavement, the same men who had looked at me earlier looked again. I find that I generally do the same in Singapore whenever I see a foreigner, usually a Caucasian, walking on the streets, hand in hand with a local girl, especially if she was a SYT.
Lan and I crossed the road and made our way into a waiting cab. Barely five minutes into the ride, the cab pulled up against the kerb again. I wondered if we had arrived at our destination that soon. No Lan wanted to buy something for her “sisters”. She scurred across the busy road, leaving me to fend for myself and to jaga the cab as the meter ticked slowly but surely upwards. She had somehow honed this trick to perfection. Fortunately, Lan returned not long after, with a bag full of what looked like nuts, or the fruit of some plant.
Back together and continuing on our journey, our conversation somehow drifted to our relationship. I brought up the incident that happened on my first visit, during which she ran away with the young Caucasian.
Me: … That time, we were in Bar Stop. You went away with that man, remember?
Lan: I no go with him! I go home sleep!
Me: No, remember the next day, before I went to the airport, we met at Highlands Coffee? Lien explained everything, remember? You went with that man to the hotel, because you needed money for your mother…
Lan: No! I no go hotel! I go home sleep!
This was strange. Just a couple of months back, Lan had herself admitted to being bedded by that guy as her mum was in hospital and needed money. Yet now, she was denying everything. Her words forever seemed to contradict themselves. This was too much for me to bear. I did not like it whenever Lan raised her voice and shut me up. Emotions once again got the better of me and tears slowly welled up in my eyes. I kept quiet. Our cab reached her sisters’ apartment. I was expecting a run-down shophouse but no, this was some private estate. We made our way into the gated compound. By the time we reached the door to the apartment tears had filled my eyes completely. Lan came up to me. “Are you okay?” she asked. I only gave an indifferent “Okay.” I was expecting some consolation from her but none was coming.
The door opened to reveal a posh apartment. As I bent down to undo my shoelaces one of the two ladies said something to Lan, who promptly made me hide behind a wall, amid some giggles and laughter. From my experience with Tingting of Shenzhen a few years before, I knew someone must have been undressed or changing her clothes within. When the coast was clear, I took a closer look at where I was. This was certainly no average income-earner’s apartment. This place could easily be passed off as a luxury condominium in Singapore. The unit was very nicely furnished, with a nice sofa surrounding a coffee table in the living room. Ahead of me I could see two bedrooms, and on my right was an open concept kitchen. In the corner of the living room was a flat-screen TV beaming foreign channels. This apartment cost US$2,000 a month to rent, I was told. As I looked around, Sister Lan was preparing chicken spaghetti for her guests. The other sister, Judy, was busy in her room.
As I appreciatively gulped down the hearty lunch Sister Lan helped herself to the nuts that Lan had brought over. I noticed the younger Lan was picking up her pasta the wrong way. I showed her the correct Italian way to eat, slowly twirling the spaghetti around the fork, balanced on a spoon. She would have none of that, and proceeded to eat in her own comfortable way. I took the opportunity to ask Lan if her sisters were running some business, which might explain their being able to afford such a posh unit. Yes, Lan told me that indeed her sisters owned a hair salon. Still, I found it hard to believe that small business owners in Vietnam could own such luxury.
Soon I was back on the sofa. Sisters Lan and Judy tried to get to know me better. They asked me what I did for a living and how old I was. Sister
Lan told me about her French boyfriend, Marc, whom I had met at Apocalypse Now the night earlier. She fished out a foreign magazine with a picture of an oil rig. I have always admired these architectural wonders, these things that sit out remotely at sea and extract black gold from under the earth. “My boyfriend work here.” Now I got it. Marc was an expatriate in the lucrative oil industry. That probably explained why the two sisters had access to such a posh apartment. Further questions confirmed that Marc had indeed rented that apartment for himself and the two sisters. The siblings were lucky to have met someone who loved them so much. Lan, my materialistic girl, probably envied them big time.
As I watched the French entertainment programme on cable TV, one attendant after another entered the apartment. One moment, it was a pail-bearing lady who had come to clean the bathrooms. The next moment, another lady appeared with neatly-pressed clothes, ready to be returned to the owners. Sisters Lan and Judy were really living the high life. Lan offered me some chocolate. Sister Judy had bought them from the US while on holiday. I had seen these Hershey’s in Singapore but certainly did not mind having some mid-afternoon snack. I was getting bored.
Me: Lan, what time are we going to Ben Thanh Market?
Lan: Later. We go later, okay?
Lan scooted off for the bedroom to join her sisters. As soon as she was away I remembered that I had printed pictures of her to be inserted into my wallet’s picture holder. That would hopefully add some legitamacy to my claims that I was true to Lan. Just as I was done with that, the Queen messaged me. It was something urgent, so I had to respond immediately. The last thing I wanted at this time was for Lan to come running out of the room to find me messaging another woman. But as luck would have it, she did. Lan settled herself at my side just as I was near the end of composing my message. I continued with my messaging, my phone turned slightly away from her. “Who you send SMS?” she asked as she tried to peer at my screen. I only gave a quick, “Wait… hold on.”. Once done, I tried to change the topic. Thankfully, Lan didn’t probe further.
A good 15 minutes or so later, we were finally in a cab, bound for the famous central market of Saigon city. As Cho Ben Thanh loomed ahead of us, I wondered if I would get my kid’s nice attire with Lan around. I had missed out on the opportunity to do some shopping the day before as I has asked Lan to fetch me from the airport. And all of this day, Lan had been with me. I would not have time to do any shopping the following day as I had an early morning flight. I decided to give it a shot – in local slang, we call it “Just whack lah!”. I bought some coffee and a couple of T-shirts, the usual touristy stuff. Lan was visibly quiet then. I was wondering what had happened, but she only explained that she was tired. She went on to inform me that whenever she felt tired, she would not want to talk much. That explained why sometimes she didn’t want to talk on the phone, she said. Oh well… We continued scouting around for things to buy. I remembered that I needed some badly-needed shoelaces. Unfortunately, all the shoes that were available in Ben Thanh were female shoes. Tough luck. Lan made a turn arbitrarily, heading off towards another side of the market. It was time to veer towards the clothes section. I mustered my courage. “Lan, I need to buy some clothes. This way…” I oriented Lan around and headed for the children’s clothing store. I told her a white lie and braced myself for the worst.
Me: You know, when I came here two months ago, I bought some children’s clothes for my colleague.
Lan: Yes.
Me: My collegue liked them so much. Then other colleagues also asked me to buy for them.
Lan: Okay.
Strangely Lan was indifferent to what I had said. I was half-expecting her to kick up a fuss, as she would surely have known that I was buying children’s wear for my own kid. But she did not. She was probably trying to keep things low-profile. We were both acting. We were lying to each other. Since she had made the decision to be with my till my departure, she had to play out her role to the end and pretend she was still happy with me. We arrived at the children’s wear store. I knew what I wanted to get, and had no problem identifying what I needed exactly. I then offered to get similar clothes for the babies of her neighbours. No need, Lan said. I persisted, again hoping that this gesture would help convince her that I only had her in my heart. “Not now,” Lan said firmly. Okay then. When it came to bargaining, I knew I couldn’t cut the price by much. I turned to Lan. “Last time, I also bought from this shop. They explained that as they’re a government-owned store, the prices are fixed.” Lan gave something that resembled a snigger. You tourists are just here to be conned, she must have thought. As soon as I was done, Lan and I headed back for our hotel.
It must have been about 5:00pm or so by the time we hit the bed. My, we were really tired. Lan wanted to sleep for a while before we headed out for the evening. Lan made herself comfortable, positioning herself on the bed so that she could watch TV.
Me: I thought you wanted to sleep?
Lan: But now watch TV. 10 minutes.
I gave her a smile. I let her do what she wanted, as I had bigger plans ahead. So for the next hour or so, I let Lan sleep peacefully. I did not go beyond embracing her. But when the time came for some real action, I gave no mercy. I had one piece of condom left, and I wanted to save it for the night. So I did the next best thing – doing Lan raw. I didn’t fully comprehend the fact that Lan was a foreign men-hooker then, and even if she did, I figured that there were less chances of her being infected compared with the real WL in KTVs and massage places. After all, those girls worked there full-time. It felt good to be able to feel the warmth of Lan’s pussy on my dick for the very first time. I savoured every moment as Lan’s and my body were really united for the very first time. However, I tend to come very fast, and this time was no exception. Upon my second or third thrust, I could feel sperm-laden semen rushing up to the head of the penis. I promptly withdrew myself. I felt a bit of wetness at the tip just as I pulled out my dick and hoped that I had not deposited anything that Lan did not want in the love hole.
Lan and I indulged in kisses and sweet nothings following our romp. She then picked her phone and made a call to someone, someone referenced by the word “Me”. It was her mother and Lan got me to say something. After some mock protests, I did utter some basic greetings to the old lady. Lan knew I couldn’t manage more than some basic tieng Viet, so she took the phone back and happily chatted with her mum. What the poor lady didn’t know then was that as she was talking to her precious daughter in Saigon (Lan’s mother was in Da Lat then, with Lan’s older sis), I was busily molesting her. I got this idea from some forum posting I had read a long time ago. Some guy had managed to bed a girl and actually thrusted himself into her as she was talking to her boyfriend on the phone! I squeezed and sucked her boobs and fondled her below. (You might find this familiar. Look
here
.) Throughout the session, Lan maintained her composure. Till this day I still admire girls for being able to do that. Guys would have lost control of themselves in such a situation already! Such losers we are!