Hanoi is memorable for its hostile faces, high end nightclubs and its 1.5 million motorcycles. Our experience there involved attempted murder, oral sex and robbery – we really knew how to party.
We checked into a little place on one of Hanoi’s many cosy streets. The area bustled with street hawkers and market stalls selling fruit and children’s toys. It was a long journey and we needed a beer. We were not on the street five minutes when we were approached by two Vietnamese chicks. There eagerness was off-putting and we managed to dismiss them off before entering a rooftop bar nearby. After a few cheeky pints watching the world cup, I was in the mood for a little something. “I’m going back to the room to smoke a splif” I announced. Paddy was clued in the TV and requested I return with his phone.
A few hours later around midnight, I wake up. The smoke had knocked me out. I grabbed Paddy’s phone and left the building to try and find him. The street which had been so active earlier was totally deserted. Shuttered and silenced, I had just stepped out to a ghost town. I start to walk to the local strip but was met by two familiar characters. “Hey, you remember me?” said one of two. They took my hand and began groping me. “O you so handsome, where do you live?” they playfully suggested. “You so big, we give you free blow job!” they insisted. With all the attention I was getting in South East Asia, I was beginning to think they would be honoured to have my relatively larger Caucasian cock in their mouth. I showed token resistance but I didn’t put up much of a fight. They dragged me to the nearest laneway. It all seemed too good to be true, but I thought “Fuck it! Whatever…” They pinned me to the wall and went straight for my belt, ripped down my shorts and start exploring me with sloppy enthusiasm. It was awesome! A sight you could appreciate; two Asian girls cooperating in orally lavishing your cock and enjoying it too. They took my hands and directed me to grab both their hair, I obliged – they became the reigns to my servants. They worked hard. In the middle of wondering whether I had died and went to heaven, one of them popped up. “I go get condom!” she said, leaving her partner to continue the pleasure. I wasn’t keen on the idea of fucking girls who give blow jobs to strangers in laneways, but before I time to make an excuse the remaining girl halted. “Wait here, I look my friend” and with that, she scampered off! I was left there half naked in the laneway. This was fucked up. Naturally, I didn’t feel like hanging round so I pulled my pants up and tried to escape. I got to the main street just in time to see the two girls speed off on a moto… it was all rather confusing. What had just happened?
Within 30 seconds, I noticed Paddy walking towards me in the distance; it was nice timing. To my surprise he starts talking about the very same duo; “Hey man, you know those two girls from earlier?” My response alerted him “YEA-AH, they both just sucked me off down that laneway!” He started laughing, “O shit, one of them tried to pickpocket me during a moto ride! haha! Did they take anything?” It suddenly became abundantly clear what had just happened. After searching my pockets, I was the only one laughing. They had robbed me of a measly amount of pocket change and made off with Paddy’s phone!
It was the best mugging ever!
Naughty Nomad 