This Peeping Tom Was “OUTRAGED” To Find Couples Fucking In A Hot Tub A Few Floors Below His Hotel Room
NY Post - An appalled Hong Kong hotel guest captured the scandalous moment two shameless couples decided to get jiggy with it in the facility’s jacuzzis. A video of their hot tub hanky-panky session is blowing up online.
“I did not expect to see people doing this when I stood on my balcony,” the unnamed videographer told Viral Press of the lecherous quartet’s aquatic romp. The NSFW double date went down July 1 in a high-rise hotel room in the North Point area of the Vertical City.
The steamy 35-second clip, filmed from the cameraman’s veranda, shows an unidentified man performing a randy sex act on a woman in an open-air hot tub a floor below in full view and earshot of the surrounding rooms. In both shots, the woman is seen enjoying a bowl of noodles, bringing a whole new meaning to “send noods.”
The footage then zooms in on the second pair of lovebirds, who are seen having intercourse in another — thankfully enclosed — hot tub like a scene out of the Playboy Bunny Ranch. If that wasn’t bad enough, families can be seen splashing about on the ground floor, apparently oblivious to the salacious antics transpiring above.
Jeez bro. Tell us you’re a virgin without telling us you’re a virgin.
First off, let's get the part about the chick eating a bowl of takeout while getting eaten out. That's all time.
Secondly, this hotel guest who was "so appalled" by this sight, bravely and courageously happened to take out his camera and record the entire thing? And then upload it?
Spare me you fuckin pervert.
This reminds me of Home Alone 2 (Lost In New York) when Tim Curry came into the bathroom where Kevin pretended Uncle Frank was taking a shower. He let his talkboy recording roll, blasting Tim Curry's character for being a pervert and the guy still just stood there like a creep.
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(Sidebar - if you missed our Tim Curry appreciation blog, see it here)
I know sex is super taboo in Hong Kong. It's a wonder they're even able to keep the population continuing there with how shy and shameful they are about everything.
And how criminal sext acts are treated too-
Needless to say, the hotel horndogs could apparently face serious jail time for their whirlpool romance.
Hong Kong lawyer Albert Luk Wai-hung told local media that public sex is illegal.
“A person who, without lawful authority or excuse, in any public place or in view of the public, indecently exposes any part of his body, shall be guilty of an offense and shall be liable on conviction of a fine and imprisonment for up to six months,” he said.
So not only is this cameraman a pervert, he's also a fuckin narc.
But it appears karma is going to get him as well.
Unfortunately, the official said the videographer could also be penalized for filming the sordid display: “Further to this rule, the video taker may have also violated the Control of Obscene and Indecent Articles Ordinance and could be duly punished.”
p.s. - this story vaguely reminds me of a story I have from 2016 in NYC. The Cubs had just won the World Series and my buddy Anthony (Rizzo) got asked to host Saturday Night Live along with Dexter Fowler and David Ross the following weekend. For some reason Anthony asked the producers if he could bring some friends with him. Turns out like 9/10th of the staff at SNL are all from Chicago and/or huge Cubs fans (guessing its Second City ties and coaching tree) so they said yes. He extended an invite to his friends from Florida and a few of our crew from Chicago. We went out to NY for the weekend, in total disbelief we'd get to hang out backstage and watch SNL hosted by the World Champion Cubs.
(Sidebar- the whole experience was surreal. We walked in and got escorted through the studio (which is insanely tiny and compact) back to the dressing rooms. Sitting in a chair getting his makeup done was Alec Baldwin. He was dressed up as Trump, in his underwear, with a big makeup gown on so he didn't get anything on his shirt. He was wicked nice and got up from his chair and introduced himself and shook all of our hands. We all felt out of place and uncomfortable, like we were somewhere we weren't supposed to be so we kind of huddled together in the corner of the room by a couch. Then Bill Murray walked in and things got really weird. He asked us all why the hell we weren't drinking and went over to the table that had a huge spread of booze and food and started cracking beers and passing them out to us all.
One of the writers of the show came back to say hi and talk to us and she told us that this was the largest guest list ever permitted for an SNL taping. By a lot. She said the only reason we were all allowed to be there was because of how much everybody with pull there loved the Cubs and nobody wanted to say no to them. After the show we got invited to the after-party (yes I realized how ridiculous this all was) at Il Bastardo. We walk a couple of blocks there and there's paparazzi everywhere outside. Not for the Cubs (no offense) but Solange, Beyonce's little sister was the musical guest that night, so her and Jay-Z were there supporting her. We didn't see them backstage until the very end of the show walking out, but I bumped right into their table the second I walked into the restaurant. I haven't been that starstruck in a long time. Jay-Z was much bigger than I expected in person, laughs super loud, and Beyonce is stunning. Bill Murray showed up, as did almost all of the cast and some of the SNL alums and the party went until like 6 in the morning. One of the best nights ever.)
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But the craziest part, and point of this story, had nothing to do with being at SNL.
When we showed up to our hotel in Manhattan, (I'll keep its name to myself for obvious reasons) and were checking in it was a shit show at the front desk. Lines were crazy long and a group of people was screaming at the people at the front desk. A few of us went to the bar to kill time. When we came back our friend Morgan handed us a bunch of room keys and said he had handled everything for us.
About 45 minutes after getting to my room, I get a call from Morgan telling me to come upstairs to his suite.
"Your suite?" I responded, only half confused because this was typical Morgan.
He probably checked us all in so he could ask who had the best room, and then taken that room for himself.
When I got upstairs there was a beverage cart there, by the door, with a bottle of champagne on ice and a bottle of Makers Mark cracked open. (And our friend Alex was running across the room doing ninja kicks in the air.)
Morgan shouted from across the room "pour yourself a drink. It's on the hotel."
Now I was really confused.
"Did you tell them you were one of the Cubs or something?"
My friend Alex, stopped doing his kicks, and replied, "no. Way better. Wait 'til you hear this."
Morgan began telling me how when he went to his room, he walked in and there were bags on the bed, with clothes laid out, and somebody in the bathroom. He shouted out to them and they responded, scared out of their mind that somebody was in their room by mistake.
So Morgan, being Morgan, marched downstairs to the lobby's front desk. He proceeded to tell them man who had originally checked him his story. Only he decided to embellish a bit.
Instead of the man being in the bathroom (probably on the shitter), in Morgan's version, he was on the bed. Naked. And jerking off.
Alex took over and said "you should have heard Morgan and how dramatic he told the desk guy, "there was a man in there. On his bed. And he was masturbating!"
The desk guy apologized profusely and upgraded him to a suite and asked what kind of liquor he drank.