Emmanuelle 8 (part two)

Friday, June 4, 2021

Emmanuelle 8 (part two)

1974 was the 193rd year of the Rattanakosin Kingdom of Thailand. The 29th year in the reign of King Bhumibol, and here am I with the most beautiful foreigner in the country by the name of Emmanuelle. I took her to my hotel room at the Amara Bangkok. A 4-star hotel with a great view of the city, and at night it glistens with the lighting. The hotel room itself is small. There is a bed and one chair. Emmanuelle placed herself on the bed, which allowed me the seat. I asked her about her recent past, and I was interested to know about her older lover, the filmmaker or photographer Just Jaeckin. 

"Is Just expecting you shortly?" I said. 

"Mr. Jaeckin says I have to be on call at all hours for a shooting session." Her legs spread a touch, and I can see she was wearing no underwear at a certain angle. She watched me as I shifted in my chair to get a better view, but she kept changing the position of her legs. I was getting annoyed, but I hid that under a slight smile from my lips, but I'm sure my eyes were saying something different. Finally, she smiled, and there is a knock on the door. It startled me because I wasn't expecting anyone. 

"Well, are you going to answer the door?"

I got up, and sauntered to the door, and put my ear on it. The door is not thick, and I can hear breathing and then a louder knock. Still, behind the locked door, I said, "Yes, who is it?"

"I'm here for Emmanuelle." I looked at the beauty on the bed, and she nodded toward me and said, "Let her in."

I opened the door slowly and managed to have my nose and eyes out, and there was this striking-looking woman. So I opened the door wider and gave her room to enter. She looks part Asian, but not sure of her race, but petite in height, and walked right in toward Emmanuelle on the bed. She kissed Emmanuelle on the lips and sat next to her on the bed. I went back to my seat. We then looked at each other. I had no drinks or food to offer. On the other hand, they both looked hungry. There is no food here, except the beast within me, staring at these pair of beauties. 

• End of Part 2, to be continued.