Act I, Chapter 03A – My arrival in the Philippines
By Pesteng Ahem
The next few weeks were a blur as I was wrapping up my many loose ends in preparation for my departure from New Zealand to take up my new appointment as Dean of Student Affairs at the Trinitas University of the Philippines in Quezon City. I was due to arrive a few weeks before the start of the first teaching period. I intended to take a few weeks off to relax in Koh Samui in between leaving The Land of the Long White Cloud and arriving in the Pearl of the Orient.
During my last trip to the Philippines when I signed the contract to join TUP, the university president introduced me to a real estate agent to help me navigate the bewildering real estate market in Quezon City. The young lady also happened to be his daughter. I guess he was trying to push business her way.
We spent two entire days visiting potential sites close to the campus. I described to her what I wanted and we visited three well-appointed, furnished condominiums during the first day. I decided to purchase the last of the options we visited. Not only was it close to campus, its top floor location had stunning, 360-degree views of the city. The unit was owned by a neighbouring city’s mayor; the unit was a gift from the developers in exchange for building approvals and the issuance of zoning permits.
The unit was perfect for my needs. It was designed as a split-level villa with a floor space of 856 square meters. There were five bedrooms, a spacious living room, a well-designed kitchen with a floating counter, maid’s quarters and ample parking in the basement. Guests could be entertained inside the unit, but large glass doors could be swung open to lead onto the rooftop covered space, which included an infinity pool.
At the end of the visit, I made the decision to purchase the unit. The real estate agent gave me some paperwork to review. We met the following day in the same unit where I spent a few hours fucking the real estate agent in her virgin ass as she gripped the balcony’s handrail. The way I figure it, since she was receiving five percent commission for the 220 million pesos I was paying for the unit, the least she could do was to bend over and take it up the bum.
She was reluctant at first. “How dare you! What kind of person do you think I am?” I calmly took out my cheque book, wrote out a cheque and showed it to her. Then, I calmly asked her to recommend another agent from her agency with whom I could close the deal. All her indignation disappeared. She even offered to head down to the local 7-Eleven to purchase the KY jelly that she used to coat my cock before I buried it in her ass. God, how I love motivated, full-service professionals!
That was almost a year ago now. As the time for departure to the Philippines approached, I was quite pleased with the team’s progress in transporting our operations from one country to another. Annika, my secretary, left a days ago for the Philippines to prepare for the team’s arrival. Saige, my PhD student, and Madeleine, my lab manager, would remain in New Zealand to finalise all remaining details, then join us in a fortnight to oversee the set up of the lab and teaching programme at TUP.
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The three-hour flight from Bangkok touched down in Manila at 11:55 AM. I was out of the airport in about an hour and at the building entrance to my unit by 5:30 PM. Annika had informed the concierge’s desk of my schedule, so the building manager was expecting me. He gave me a set of key fobs that contained RFID chips, allowing me to access my private floor via the lifts. Without the fobs, the top floor could not be accessed otherwise.
The manager showed me how to activate the lifts and, with the help of a couple of building custodians to carry my luggage and personal effects, we proceeded to the unit. When the lift doors opened, I was greeted by the sight of the gorgeous Annika. Standing to the side were three young ladies dressed in maid outfits and a tall, well-built young man in a barong tagalog. The building manager and custodians deposited my bags to the side and prepared to leave. I slipped each of the custodians 500 pesos and the building manager two thousand pesos for their trouble. It was important to make a good first impression, after all.
“How was the flight, Boss?” Annika gave me a quick hug.
“Pretty good. It took me longer to travel the 16 kilometres from the airport to Quezon City than it did to travel the 2,200 kilometres from Bangkok to Manila.” I gave her a peck on the cheek, then pulled back to admire her face.
“You can tell me all about Koh Samui in a little while.” Annika took my arm and led me to the waiting group. “First, I want to introduce you to your household help. They’ve been very excited to meet you.”
I scanned the group of four. They stood at attention with eyes to the wall. One of the young ladies tried to look at me through sideways glances, but she was quickly kept her eyes forward when she felt and elbow jab in the ribs from young lady to her right.
Annika stepped in front of the young man. “This is Mr Renato Mijares. Nato was a staff sergeant in the Philippine Marines. Nato will be your driver and body man.” Nato stood 5’8″ and was solidly built with a thick neck, bulging chest and arm muscles and a fierce stare. He stood stiffly at attention.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Staff Sergeant.” I extended a hand, which he took with a strong grip. “Why did you leave the marines?”
“Sir, I was wounded in action during the Marawi siege. My wife requested that I find another thing to do.” Nato responded in the clipped, barking tone typical of military personnel.
“You’re a hero, sir,” I said to Nato. “Annika, I want you to make sure that the sergeant is treated with the utmost respect at all times. Sergeant, I would like to invite you and your family to have lunch with me tomorrow. Would that be acceptable?”
“Sir, yes, sir!” Nato barked.
“Annika, will make the arrangements.”
“Nato, why don’t you take the SUV to pick up your family in time for lunch tomorrow,” Annika said. “Don’t forget to bring your parents. Your children can play in the pool.”
Nato beamed broadly. “Yes, ma’am Annika!”
“I look forward to working with you, Sergeant. Now, Annika, why don’t you introduce me to these three beautiful ladies?” I moved from Nato and stood in front of the tallest of the three girls.
“These pretty ladies will help around the house. This is Frecious, Ashana and Lala.” I shook each of their hands in turn. Frecious had shoulder-length hair framing almond-shaped eyes, a wide nose and thick lips that were clearly made for sucking cock. She was 5’4″ 33B-26-34. At 27 years old, she was clearly the leader of the group. “Frecious is a graduate of culinary arts courses and is a whiz in the kitchen.”
“Uh-oh,” I said. “I might need to get new suits made.” Frecious smiled broadly and curtsied.
“Well, you’re in luck,” Annika continued, directing me to the next lady. “Ashana learned how a lot from her seamstress mother. Ashana will be responsible for general cleaning of the house as well as grocery shopping.” I shook Ashana’s hand. She took it with both hands and shook them vigorously. “I’m happy to meet you, Sir.”
Ashana was 5’4″ 36C-24-33. She had delicate Chinese features. She was also clearly built for sex. The maid outfit only served to emphasise this fact. Her vigorous shaking of my hand only confirmed that she had conveniently forgotten to wear a bra. If things weren’t clear to me, I felt her fingers tap my palm as she shook my hand.
“I think I may need to watch myself around you, Ashana.” I smiled and winked at her. She smiled broadly and released me hand, content that her invitation was received. I moved to the end.
“Finally, this is Lala. She has been hired for general household duties.” I shook the hand of the girl who was trying to sneak peeks at me when I first emerged from the lift. She took my hand, but didn’t meet my gaze. Rather, her eyes were fixed…