Chapter 164 – My Daughter I never Knew of (VII)

My young Filipina colleague, and now role-play daughter Mira had invited me to the model home last week, where she was working and living in our titillating new ruse. In real life, my long-term affair Nguyet had her office there, together with her petite colleague Thuy and Hoang, who was the Vietnamese ladies’ shared, mutual lover. Since Mira had detected voyeuristic tendencies in herself lately, she had disappeared into the bedroom after lunch to witness the cheerful threesome that was about to ensue among Thuy, Hoang, and me.

The funny thing had been, though, that when Thuy opened both large closet doors to get a bathrobe after we were done, Mira wasn’t in there. Since she had told Hoang and Thuy that she was gonna take a nap upstairs, I had even gone through the trouble of checking if she wasn’t in the unused third bedroom but, of course, the bed had been empty. And so, I had just left, after another ciggy and a final beer with Hoang in the kitchen, not being able to solve the mystery of my roleplay daughter’s whereabouts.

In the meantime, I had asked Mira, of course, where she had been, which she didn’t want to divulge yet. She only asked if we couldn’t repeat the rousing round on the bed; naturally, with her thrown into the mix this time. Mira was bisexual and had grown to like Thuy, particularly her substantial boobs with their large dark nipples, and she also had developed a massive crush on Hoang, who was relatively tall and strikingly handsome. So, her wish to arrange a foursome this week made perfect sense.

A day later, Mira added that we should perhaps change the location to the unused Art Deco hotel, where our orgy circle met sporadically, as we could party harder there than at the spiffy model home, which saw clients every day. Eventually, all furniture at the older empty hotel would be discarded, so we didn’t need to be careful at all. Of course, I found the foursome-idea rather appealing, but since Mira had also brought up her history with sugar daddies again the previous week, I asked her if she didn’t feel like demonstrating to me how she had initiated those relationships back in the day in Quezon City in the Philippines.

Her answer took like two days; perhaps, since she found the idea of prostitution disagreeable in general, as she had told me a while back. Maybe she hesitated, too, as she didn’t know what exactly to do and how to react. Or she just needed a bit of time to imagine how she would have felt and what she would have done if she had tried to discover a male, middle-aged sponsor for her student life. Since she had brought up that sugar daddy story only in our daughter-and-father role-play, but never before, I was convinced that she had completely made it up.

I loved the idea so much, however, that I tried once more to get her to postpone the foursome with Thuy and Hoang. I didn’t know what might have swayed her in the end, but eventually she relented and agreed to show me how she had initiated to lease her young slender body for a semester or two to a gentleman who was eager to pay her tuition in return. Luckily, she loved sensual games of deception, during which she could experiment with desires that, otherwise, could not discover an outlet.

Yes, over the last two-and-a-half years, Mira had grown into a self-confident woman who was continuously looking for opportunities to spice up her sex-life. We agreed to bump into each other on the third floor at the relatively new Vincom Plaza, where the old coach station used to be. We would browse store windows and, eventually, acquaint each other, before we would end up at the old hotel, I assumed, as I was working in real estate in our roleplay and thus had access to a bunch of unused exciting properties.

As Mira needed a bit longer to prepare for her role this time, she postponed our meeting until Tuesday the following week, but I couldn’t wait to see the ravishing young student, who would probably put on make-up and doll up a bit if she was at the mall, looking for a new sponsor for a year. Libertine as she had become over the last few years, she might even discover a somewhat provocative outfit and then entice me with her allure. Or would she be bashful and more conservative, since she abhorred prostitution, as she had told me once back in the day?

Finally, the big day had arrived. As a purported real-estate broker, I dressed up for the occasion and then went to said shopping mall, which was actually rather nice. To get into the event, so to speak, I had arrived early to browse the different floors, first, before I would make my way up the escalator. I couldn’t help looking for her on the different floors, but wasn’t able to spot her. Of course, not. The mall was fairly empty on this Tuesday morning at 10, as college went till 11, and most adults were either working or getting ready for lunch at home.

On the second floor, I went into a book and stationary shop, where Tina had hit on me once in her long, white high-school dress in another tantalizing roleplay. I didn’t like malls too much, actually, but now was thinking again about Mira’s outfit. Would she wear her raspberry beret, a miniskirt, and stockings? Of course, I kept looking for her, knowing though I needed to go another floor up. Still standing on the escalator, I spotted her, outside a lingerie shop, of all places. She wasn’t wearing any headdress, but I was still impressed. Her outfit was somewhat different from any other she had ever worn in my presence, but I was instantly smitten.

Mira was sporting a white, tight synthetic sweater, underneath of which her small bosom was harnessed in a snazzy little push-up bra, without any lace. Her thighs were covered by a thin black skirt, while her legs were indeed clad in either pantyhose or even tights. She had already detected me, as she was glancing in my direction from time to time but, of course, we needed to take a bit longer. And so, I sat down on a sofa near a large round pot of plants and began to browse the book I had just bought downstairs.

After a few minutes, I got up again to get ice-cream, but when I returned, I noticed that she had moved on to a different store in the meantime, and so I followed her and plopped my ass down behind her on another couch. I noticed her cute little combat boots, which looked like her girlfriend Hanh’s – our petite blind masseuse. Licking my ice-cream, I watched Mira’s little butt wobble under the thin black skirt, before my eyes got fixated on her bra-fastener. As I didn’t want to make my infatuation with her too obvious, I also kept browsing my book half-heartedly and checked if I knew anyone around us.

What would she eventually say and do to begin the whole thing? Well, when she picked up her backpack from the floor, she looked at me a bit longer, but then put on a dark-grey mask, which made her more mysterious. And sexier, in some strange way. She combed and fluffed her hair with her fingers – which had grown quite a bit since Christmas – before she fervently shook her head, but she still seemed like she wanted to wait a few more minutes. Or perhaps she had lost her courage? But then, she couldn’t be sure that I wouldn’t get up and leave, once I had finished my ice-cream cone.

Yes, now she came over, placed her backpack on the couch and asked me if I couldn’t watch it for a minute, since she needed to use the restroom. Her little titties looked freaking enticing, as did her calves; now that she was sauntering away. By telling me to watch her backpack, she had nailed me to the bench and could be fairly certain that I would still be here when she got back. In the bathroom, she would perhaps rehearse her lines once more, and then we would be off to a rousing begin. Would it be slow or quick, tender or desperate?

I had no experience with this particular sort of roleplay. Tina and Nguyet had given part-time hookers, and I had caught the former stealing once; just like Mira, together with Charlie. When she was coming towards me, she had something small and white in her hand, which she stuffed into a small compartment at the top of her backpack. A napkin or a tissue? I briefly calculated when she menstruated, but that should be over for this month. And she had picked the date for our date. Would she hit on a guy in the mall, while on her period? That would be a tad unusual. But hot.

She had just cleared her throat, like she wanted to say something, but now she was gingerly pulling her pantyhose up again through the thin fabric of her skirt, which was an incredibly sexy gesture. Jesus! She was standing just two feet away from me, a bit to my left, and so I shot her an encouraging smile that was supposed to say C’mon, take a leap of faith! And, after she had opened her backpack again, she finally asked inconspicuously:

“Do you have time?”

“Sure, but I need to look at a property before lunch…”

“Property?” she asked back but sat down to my left, like two or three feet away.

She crossed her legs, and I took a good eyeful of her enticing slim figure. Stretched as her nylons were, they appeared dark-grey, so I knew this wasn’t the pair that she was wearing the day we met as father and daughter. But the anthracite-colored nylons here I liked even better. Oh yes, she looked devastatingly striking. Her foot was bobbing in her combat boots, which looked small. Yes, they were probably Hanh’s. Mira seemed a tad nervous but then, it was a tricky situation. In the end, nothing would go wrong in our role-play, I was pretty sure, but I also felt we had to do it right, so that it could become truly dazzling.

“Yeah, I work in real estate,” I finally replied. “There’s an older empty hotel, up near the river, across from the big park… we’re still trying to decide whether it’s worth renovating the stately pile of bricks…”

She nodded, but I asked her to take her mask off, so that I could look at her face. She hesitated but then took it off and put it away, into her backpack. I was looking at her like I truly saw her for the first time. She certainly noticed that I was checking her out but then, she had dressed up for the occasion. Any young woman gonna the mall in nylons on a Tuesday morning wanted to be checked out. Man, that nimble little bra! Was that Hanh’s, too?

“You look really nice,” I finally said, smiling again.

She beamed for a moment and paid my compliment back: “You look interesting, too… there aren’t many foreigners here in this sleepy town…”

She changed her legs, so to speak, and now the left was over her right knee. Needless to say, I checked them out once more, which she relished. As it was a bit too early to go for lunch, I asked her if she wanted to have coffee with me. When she didn’t reply, I explained myself:

“Well, you just asked me if I had time… you don’t wanna sit here across from that souvenir shop, do you?” I asked rhetorically. “What’s your name?”

“Mira. And yours?”

“Ben.”

She nodded and apologized that she wasn’t saying much: “Lots of things are going through my mind…”

As cheekily as her pair of little boobs was looking at me, I felt my cock twitch for the first time and wondered briefly about the foursome with Thuy and Hoang – for which it was too late now.

“Well, ok, let’s have coffee somewhere,” Mira said quietly and got up surprisingly quickly.

She offered to put my little book in her backpack and asked if I had a car. A friend of hers had dropped her off here at the mall an hour ago, so that she was without transportation.

“Motorcycle, no car… but sure, you can ride with me, Mira…”

On the escalator down, she inquired again what kind a property I needed to look at before lunch. And so, I explained the situation one more time, and she suggested to by coffee-to-go and drive to the older, empty hotel, which I found smart. And rather bold.

“I mean, there’s probably a balcony or a roof-top area…” she surmised.

“I gotta admit that I’ve never been up on the roof but, yes, there’s a balcony on each floor, all the way up to the fifth… on the front… and there are also two rooms that are still furnished, kind of… but, instead of coffee, I think I would rather get a few beers for myself… but, yeah, whatever you want as well… of course…”

We had left the mall by now and just turned into the small side street where my Honda was parked. I told her that I was a bit surprised that she wanted to join me at the hotel:

“There are lots of charming little coffee houses here in town, as you probably are aware…”

“Yeah, I know. But I want to talk about something… something delicate, with you…”

Ok. That made sense. If she truly was putting out feelers to get a guy to become her sugar daddy, she knew that she would probably have to show off her body and offer a hand- or even blowjob. And, of course, the old hotel was one of her favorite spots to engage in debauchery, anyway. We could pee there, which was one of her favorite innocent kinks. Or perhaps, she wasn’t in the mood for infinite conversation, as she had only watched others having sex the previous week.

As far as sugar-daddy initiations went, this all wasn’t very solid, but then: it was probably her first time. And mine, too, of course. Like I said before, she had probably never done that, as leery as she was of prostitution in general. So, all in all, as slightly contrived as it seemed, it was also plausible. And Mira probably also had other ideas how such a role-play could begin and go; we would perhaps enact the other versions and choreographies over the following weeks and months.

When we started driving, she didn’t wrap her arms around me, which was plausible. But, at least, we kept chatting a bit about her studies, and she reiterated that she wanted to ask me something rather piquant, once we were alone. And yes, from that proposition, a nice dynamic could unfold, for which we needed to be by ourselves. Oh, yes, slowly we were gathering steam, and when we were standing next to each other at the beer shop, she already seemed much more relaxed. She laughed, looking up at me:

“You are quite impressive, Mister Ben… How tall are you?”

“6’3” or so… I don’t even know…”

Yes, her boobs were just a little higher than my belt, and her mouth was not even at the level of my nipples.

“And you?” I chuckled.

“Five-one, maybe… I don’t really know,” she echoed what I had just said and cracked up, in her inimitable teenage boy voice.

Mira’s laughter was contagious, and I realized that we had just broken the ice. I marveled at her high cheek-bones and her perfect set of teeth, before we got back on my motorcycle and drove the last quarter of a mile to the hotel, where we had only been once over the last two months, since the fateful day Mira had become my role-play daughter.

When I put the padlock through the latch inside, I apologized. Sure, a woman who didn’t know me at all wouldn’t have agreed to just come with me to a large, rather daunting building that was empty, and then even be locked in, but, as comfortable as we were with each other, Mira understood:

“Oh, I know we can’t leave the door open down here and go all the way upstairs… but, Ben, is there a bathroom nearby?”

“You just went at the mall…” I blurted out.

“I know, but I gotta disappear again for a second…” she looked at me a tad sheepish, like she was trying to discover an acceptable explanation.

I pointed along the hall, saying: “Well, there’s a bunch of rooms back there. Water is still running, I think. But there might not be any tissue…”

Respectfully, I stayed behind, of course, and let her see for herself. In the meantime, I folded the window drapes that we at all times used to clean up after someone had peed during sex. These here had already been hanging over the banister for two or three weeks. In the last room here on the ground floor, there was still an older washing machine that we used to keep things clean.

“So, done!” she was beaming when she was standing in the doorframe, stuffing something white in the top pocket of her spiffy black leather backpack again, which she then slung over her shoulder.

On the way up, I told her a bit about the history of the building to weave some innocent lore for our story and create trust. I also pointed out the large chandelier in the atrium that hung up from the sixth floor. We marveled at this single truly ornamental piece, and I remarked that she looked rather snazzy for a school student:

“Very few young women wear nylons these days…”

“Well, I didn’t want to put on stockings this morning, but it was cold… and I had my skirt on already…” she smiled mischievously.

“Well, yeah, global warming isn’t what it used to be,” I quipped, and we talked some more about how relatively cool the last year had been.

Perhaps six or eight degrees Fahrenheit less than usual, which may have had to do with that volcanic eruption on Tonga in January 2022. But now, the weather had turned warm, on the whole. But it was still a tad cooler than all the other years I had been here in Central Vietnam. I was kinda tempted to take her hand but only asked her how old she was, instead.

“21,” she was making herself four years younger. “And you?”

“49.”

What she could do, I could, too.

“You look younger, though,” she paid me a compliment, after which I put my hand on my belly and laughed:

“Really?!” I asked incredulously.

“Yeah, I thought you were like 45.”

Ok, then. I was glad to hear that, of course. Up on the third floor, we got two glasses from the kitchen, as she had asked for a Pepsi at the store. Otherwise, one would have been enough. Looking at her beguiling young figure, I tried to get out of her what formidable proposal or question she had, but she cautioned me:

“Oh, Mister Ben, don’t be so impatient. Let’s sit down somewhere nice. I’ll tell you then… we gotta get to know each other a bit, first…”

Well, that was true. I marveled once more at her anthracite-colored stockings and imagined how tantalizing she smelled under her skirt. Or was she even wearing tights?! No, no young woman would wear lacy legwear or put on a garter-belt on an typical Tuesday morning. At the mall.

When we reached the fourth floor, I quickly showed her the semi-furnished room, which looked pretty nice; now that Emily and Sally had decorated it. Of course, Mira asked why there was a furnished room here, when the whole building was pretty much empty.

“Well, I guess some young people from our company decided it would be a good place to party,” I skirted the problem a bit.

But then, technically, this was the truth: “There’s also another department involved… and in charge… so, I don’t know, really…”

As the sun was shining, I handed her the beverages and ice and took two chairs from the room to place them outside on the balcony. Walking past the long wooden bench, on which we had peed onto each other multiple times already, I was sure what Mira was thinking but, of course, we couldn’t talk about that today. I fumbled with the jamming door again, but then we placed the chairs outside and sat down, perhaps in a 120-degree angle. We poured our drinks and toasted:

“What’s your major?” I asked.

“Marketing… real estate marketing, to be precise… I’m in my third year…” she chuckled.

“Oh, then we might be colleagues one day…” I rejoiced.

“Well, I… I think… I’d rather work in a b-bigger city,” she was hemming and hawing a bit.

“Ok, that’s understandable,” I admitted.

I liked how she had skirted the problem of our exact place, as we were – allegedly – in Quezon City in the Philippines. Of course, Mira could have never studied here in town, as her Vietnamese wasn’t good enough. And she had a teaching degree already. But that wasn’t the point, as all we both were after was spicing up our love affair. She seemed to love fleshing out and developing her new role as much as I did, even though it might not have been her all-time favorite. But then, it had been Mira who had reintroduced the story of her quest for sugar daddies ten days back at the model home, before she had disappeared somewhere in the bedroom across from the kitchen. And she had really appeared adamant about trying out the beguiling ruse.