The Ark

Copyright © 2020 by VeryWellAged

Birthday thoughts...8

Author's note: These chapters are NOT stand-alones...The story starts here.

Birthday thoughts...9

The SM mall leaves me asking, are there enough wealthy folks around here to support the type of stores in that mall? Yes, in Manila, I can see there are enough to support a MoA… but here?

Even I really don’t need the upscale stuff sold in most of those shops. If I did need something, it would be one thing in a year or more. Considering that I have a fair bit of pocket change for the odd impetuous purchase, and most Filipinos don’t, I just don’t get it. Most of those stores are not selling essentials. As to the clothing stores, the gals tell me that the prices in them are far too high and they will shop at the type of places they told me about before.

I decide to go from store to store at SM just checking each out. Why are these stores here? What does it tell me about the place? I’m not sure I learn much, but we do burn through the afternoon and end up eating dinner at Vikings buffet at the mall before returning back to the Marriott.

There clearly was not enough time for the gals to go see Lorie. I just let it be. Yeh, I let it be, but the gals have not.

As we are walking back to the hotel I catch enough of Bim’s Tagalog to know they are talking about the girl, Bim has handed Nelia’s cellphone to Cincer. Something has happened.

Bim, Cincer, am I about to get very angry with you gals? What have you done?

Neither of them answers. It’s Nelia who speaks.

They do nothing, Ira. I see Lorie’s number on your phone and text her. I not tell her to come. I not tell her we come. I tell her that I not think you will contact her again and I tell her why. Do I do wrong?

Why’d you do it?

So she know why you not text her. I only want to explain to her. I not go against you. OK?

If that is all you did, then I guess it’s OK. So why the conversation now?

Excuse?

What is the talking about?

She say she willing to join. She want to come. She promise, she no more rude. She be good.

What did you tell her?

I say, not to come. That is your decision. No more additions. She ask if it OK to text you again. I tell her this a bad idea.

That’s all?

Yes. That it.

OK.

Ira?

What?

Please, tell her to come.

Nelia, I thought we have just resolved that you told her I was not wanting another gal.

Just her. No more after. We agree. Please?

What do you mean, ‘We agree?’

No more after Lorie. That all. … If she not rude before, she here now. Please allow. Jesus give us you. I think Jesus want you to add Lorie.

Jesus has nothing to do with this.

Why you say that? How you know?

You really think your Jesus wants me to fuck four Filipinas? Really?

Why not?

Huh, I guess it’s pointless to discuss Jesus with you. Nelia, I’m done adding. And even if I wasn’t, as soon as I added Lorie, I would have problems with her mother.

You not!

What?

No problem with her nanay.

How do you know that?

She say her mother know this. She say better to do it.

What? What does that even mean?

Better to join.

Who said this?

Her nanay.

Nelia, I just don’t believe that can be really true.

Why you not believe when I tell you?

Because you are only telling me what Lorie told you, right? Have you really talked to her mother?

Why? You think she lie to me?

Yes! She may very well be lying. … Nelia, I have had enough of this! Here is what you are to do. This is not a discussion any more. Do this and do not argue. Ask Lorie for her mother’s cell number. Text the woman and tell her the truth about what is happening between us. Tell the truth about what you say Lorie said. Tell the mother that even if she, the mother, thinks Lorie should join us, I’ll not promise that I’ll agree to accept the girl even after I meet her. Do you understand? Lorie can only come tomorrow if: her mother tells you she knows what it’ll be like and she agrees; and that even if Lorie comes, I may not accept her. If she accepts all that, then tell Lorie to be here tomorrow afternoon.

Nelia nods but starts talking in Tagalog.

What are you saying?

Bim previously told me that Nelia’s mother tongue is Ilonggo but has some Tagalog too. I’m not really sure what that means, but the conversation in Tagalog is a bit labored.

I ask if they understand all you say. I want to make sure I not make mistake! I will do this, but afraid that you angry if I do wrong. Both tell me you are strict! I not want to make mistake.

We are in the lobby of the hotel. The three of them are still working on the text to Lorie. I tell them to go up to the room and figure it out. I’m going to the bar here and have a drink. I see worried faces, but they do as I asked.

I need a scotch but settle for a beer. This is nuts in so many ways. The issue about what Jesus wants isn’t even at the top of the list and by all rights it ought to be.

There aren’t too many folks at the bar and I’m enjoying the quiet alone time. I have been nursing my second beer for a good while when Cincer sits down next to me.

You want something to drink?

She smiles, catches the barman’s eye and says so he can hear, Kuya¹, SanMig Light. The barman raises his eyebrows.

The bottle when it arrives is a clear glass long-neck, as opposed to the short necked brown glass of my Pilsen. Cincer takes a long swig of it, sets it down, smiles and says, They afraid you getting drunk.

I smile. I can see why they might well think that. I won’t, but there’s no way they would know. Not tonight, Cincer. Not tonight.

No one do anything against you. OK?

Yes, I’m aware of that.

What you say, I think you right. Nelia not really know what Nanay think or do. No way to know if Lorie tells the truth. You do right. Bim and I say that to Nelia. She want to believe Lorie, but we tell her that bad idea. We do exactly what you want.

Thank you.

It OK if the others come down too? So they not worry?

Sure.

A cellphone is used to send a message. Cincer puts it back down and grabs the long-neck. Where you want to live?

I don’t know. Cincer, do you really need to be in Manila? It’s so crowded there. There’s air pollution and the price of housing is very high compared with Iloilo. This place isn’t low cost. It’s more expensive than other places, including the Tacloban area.

No need. Manila best for work and salary, but if we with you, then anywhere OK so long it a city and not out in the provinces.

So nothing rural?

Yes, that what I think.

Closer to the malls? I’m smiling, teasing, but the answer I get is revealing.

Yes! We like to go to the malls. If too far to them, it not good.

Malls mean civilization. Civilization is preferred. Being in the country is for the poor. Think back a century ago in the USA and consider how cities and rural life were valued. Welcome to the third world. There’s no desire to ‘get back to nature’ here.

We continue to nurse our beers. There’s music playing, some 70’s Donna Summer song if memory serves me. There’s a lot of that sort of music here.

The other two sit down. The barman looks over but neither of the girls indicates a need for a drink. I ask them what they want and I get nothing back. There’s some Tagalog between Cincer and the other two … and then, Kuya, Coke, dalawa². I indicate that I’ll have another as well.

I look at two faces who clearly have news and are antsy to spill it.

OK, what has happened? Nelia?

First, we text Lorie and tell her we need her nanay’s number. She ask why. I tell her it your requirement. She argue and ask, do you want her nanay and not her? I tell her, if she argue one more time she never hear from us again! She must give me the number and she do this.

I’m beyond happy to hear Nelia being firm, but I wait as there’s clearly more that is to be said.

I text her nanay and she say who am I? Why I contact her? I say, it OK if I call and we talk. She say this is OK, so I call her. I sorry because this use up your load, but I think it best.

I agree. There is no problem about the load.

I think I need to hear the voice. That way, I will know if Lorie lying. Maybe if it just text, I not really chatting nanay.

Yes, I see.

I call. We talk. … She say she guess what happening. She think you already have a girl. She tell Lorie that she is stupid to give up her chance. She should try and see if maybe you will take her too. Maybe as mistress. Better than losing you. I tell her that not right. I tell her what is true and what you say now. Better Lorie not come if her nanay not approve. I say correct?

Yes, that’s fine.

See? I not do anything against you. … She say, tell me about what is true. I do that. We talk a long time. Bim talk to her too. She tell her about the beginning³. This I not know. So we on the phone a long time. She say she not know if her daughter will behave good, so maybe you not willing to keep her. But she give Lorie permission to come now.

I see. And you are sure, absolutely sure it was the mother you were talking to?

No. But I think yes because she ask something I think only nanay asks.

What?

She ask. She want to come too. She want to meet you, and us! She want know who Lorie with. I tell her it up to you. I not have permission to allow this. What you want?

What do I want?

Right now I want to wake up in my bed back home and realize this has all been a fevered dream. That’s what I want. As sexy and incredible as this dream has been, it’s slowly but assuredly turning into a nightmare.

The mother of a volunteer to a harem wants to meet me and my harem? … To evaluate what? What’s the purpose? I mean, really, what would the purpose be? ... other than to say to the police, ‘there, that’s the man who does wrong!’ Unless … yeh, unless that! Damn!

I hadn’t believed the mother knew all and was approving as Lorie claimed. I was right. Lorie lied. The phone call clarified that the mother really didn’t know. Yes, the mother knew something was up, but not the entire story. Nelia told Lorie everything and the gal claimed her mother knew and approved. Now we know that didn’t happen. So, Lorie was not telling the truth. That alone is a bad sign.

I’m about to dig a deeper hole. I know it and, for the life of me, I need to know something that may make it even worse. I have a sinking feeling that I still don’t have the complete story.

Nelia, where is Lorie’s father in all this?

Excuse?

What does her father say?

I not know. I not ask.

Ask the mother what her husband will think if Lorie comes to me.

Really? I should ask that?

Yes. You can say that you told me everything including the mother’s request and instead of giving you an answer, I asked this question.

OK, I do that now. And it appears she is as she is tapping away madly at her cellphone.

I have finish my third beer and signal for a fourth. Sometime soon I may need to take a piss, but another beer is probably smarter than switching to scotch.

Bim puts her hand on mine, squeezes gently a bit, and asks, Ira, why you ask about the tatay⁴?

I have a sneaking suspicion that there’s no father in the picture. That the mother is single.

Oh!

Yeh. Oh.

We not think of that.

Uh huh.

The beer has arrived and I take a long draw on it. Please let this just be a bad dream.

Ira?

I look at Nelia who clearly has news.

She single. No husband. Lorie’s father gone many years ago.

I nod, close my eyes, and pray I’ll wake up now.

Ira, what do you want me to tell her?

Tell her she better not come with any idea of joining as well. If she does try, she damned well better be a beauty queen, with no illness, and no bad habits. Other than that, she can come to visit with you but not me. As Lorie has lied to you tonight, it’s unlikely that I’ll accept her.

Lorie lied? Why you say that?

She told you her mother knew everything and approved. That was not true.

Oh.

So you tell the mother what I say and no changes.

OK. And she picks up the phone again.

Cincer takes a long swig on her second SanMig Light, puts it down a little harder than needed and announces that they all made a mistake. No one should have contacted Lorie earlier. When I said enough, that should have been it. Clearly, all they have done is make more of a mess.

I couldn’t agree more but I keep my mouth shut. Bim tells me she is sorry. Nelia isn’t saying anything but is seemingly in the middle of an SMS chat session with one of the two on the other side.

There’s a Jackson 5 song playing. Somehow it just doesn’t work. The lyrics, the tune, just don’t belong in this dark bar tonight. The whole thing is incongruous.

Ira, Nanay say, ‘Is he serious? This my hope! Truly! I be good to him, truly. No trouble from me, but I am old.’ … I say, ‘Nanay, what your age, please.’ … She say she thirty-eight. Ira, she not young but not very old! I not know what to tell her, but ask, how old Lorie? … How Lorie really be twenty-one if nanay thirty-eight? She say Lorie nineteen! I tell her, Lorie do nothing but lie! Everything she say a lie. … Ira, what we do?

Tell her what I said before. Nothing changes. My words are my words.

You still maybe accept Lorie?

I smile. What is the likelihood that she won’t lie again?

She will lie. Why you ask?

Liars cannot stay.

Then why allow?

After what you have done, better just let it play out. Next time, when I say enough, do not find a way to go around me. Clear?

Yeh, I think she got the message. But she is texting again.

I’m half way through beer number four, but maybe that is as far as I want to go. I think I’m done. I say as much and all of us get up. It’s time to put an end to this day. I had expected to be with all three of them tonight, but at this point I’m more than willing to sleep alone.

Nelia has been texting back and forth. Now she announces that we will see Lorie and her mother tomorrow. Even Nelia seems unhappy with the report.

I may not be in the mood for sex with these gals, but they have all assembled in my room. And yes, sure, they are all pretty. But for crying out loud, this has become one fucked up day.

Do they see that? I’m not sure they do. Yes, my ego got an adrenalin boost when Bim said I should collect a number of gals. What guy wouldn’t, but in no time at all, this thing has proven to be really weird, messed up. I wish I could unwind the clock and start over. Even that crap I said about the mother joining if she was a beauty queen was fucked up. Why did I do that?

The gals are dragging me to the bed. I’m not fighting them. Not exactly, but I’m hardly getting with the program. They are all talking in their language. I have no idea what is being said, but they start undressing me. Once again, I’m not fighting. I’m just not helping.

They have me down on the bed. Each of them has a different part of me. Bim is kissing my forehead and stroking my hair. Cincer is sucking on my left nipple and running her hand over my chest. Nelia has my manhood in her mouth.

I wasn’t hard when she started, but I am now. Bim’s lips are communing with mine. I might have not been in the mood before, but these three have gotten me there. My hand is in Cincer’s hair as she continues to suck that nipple. Who knew it could feel so good?

Nelia’s mouth has me elevating my hips up off the mattress each time she slides her lips back off me a bit. I want her back. And then she is off me completely… before mounting me. I’m deep in her now.

Damn, it feels so good. These three have me incredibly stimulated in so many ways. I’m not sure how long I’ll last in Nelia, and then, she is pulling off! What the fuck? I’m so horny and she stops?… damn it, get back on! Now Cincer’s lips leave my nipple. This is so not fair. They have me so needing it and then cold turkey… fuck!

Oh, yes! Cincer slides onto my cock as Nelia starts sucking my other nipple. Good lord. This is so damned intense. Oh, man! I’m going to cum … What?

Why? Get back on! What the fuck? Oh! They are changing again. Bim slides on and Cincer’s lips meet mine.

These gals have me bouncing off the wall. I’m so close to blue balls that I’m freaking out. Don't stop! Don’t! I’m so fucking close. Stay with me! Oh, fuck yes! Oh, yes… God yes.

Cum pumps through me, desperate to get out, going deep into Bim’s cunt.

I was in each of them. It was them, together, acting as a team. Was that a message to me?

Bim collapses on top of me, her tits against my chest. The other two are by my sides, my arms around each. This is my world. It’s not a world I ever dreamed of, or wanted. It’s not a world I ever considered as possible. But it’s the world I inhabit. Welcome to my fucking weird world.

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Birthday thoughts...10