Chapter 4: Father Ramos

It’s now April 2020. The country has closed its borders, and only Mr. Jack remains, occupying the only one of our 17 bungalows. The other guests have all fled to return to their respective countries. He gets special treatment; he’s like a member of the team, and we always eat together. He even does some chores around the pool. Emily, my assistant, has hooked him up with several pretty girls since Jovie left.

Emily takes great care of me, always ready to get fucked in every hole. I have no complaints about that. Jovie, our employee, left to go to Manila for a while, where she has an aunt. Having no income, we couldn’t continue paying her. She promised to come back soon.

The cops came to bother us several times, so I installed a gate to prevent vehicles from passing through. No one has been here for two weeks, so social distancing and masks don’t matter here.

Today, I’m feeling a bit down, so I’m lying on a deck chair by the sea. There are no more tourists, and you can better appreciate the calm and vastness of the ocean. Plus, it’s usually always hot, especially in the middle of the afternoon. I remember one particularly hot day. It was a few days before my meeting with Father Ramos. I was thinking about better days ahead and the havoc this fucking Chinese pandemic was going to wreak on the Filipinos. It was really hot, and I decided to go for a swim.

Since there was absolutely no one there, I stripped completely naked. I swam for a good half hour. So, still naked, I lay on my back without getting dressed and fell asleep on the deck chair. I was awakened by the sound of voices and muffled giggles. Still numb, I preferred not to open my eyes and wait for the intruders to leave. The whispering sounds started again. This time, a little more awake, I managed to estimate the distance. They were girls’ voices, who must have been about ten meters away. I waited for them to leave, continuing to pretend to be asleep. The voices started again. This time, they were really close. I could understand what they were saying in Tagalog; Emily has taught me a lot of words over the past six months.

“Come on, let’s get a little closer.”

“You’re crazy, what if he wakes up?”

“Come on, we’ll see better.” I was amused by this situation.

“Look at his big willy.”

The giggling and whispering were now very close. I felt a shadow pass over my face. The crunching of the sand told me they must be just an arm’s length away.

“Have you seen how beautiful he is, completely naked?”

“Stop, you’ll wake him up.”

“No, look...”

I felt a light, warm breath along my penis. My heart was starting to race. The two girls were laughing wildly.

“You’re completely crazy!”

I opened my eyes and it was two young girls. I grabbed my towel to cover myself!

“What are you doing here?”

They laughed again and looked to the left; there was a priest! He was motionless, watching the scene. Then he approached and introduced himself.

“Hello, I’m Father Ramos! I’m at St. Mary’s Mission. I’d like you to meet Félisa and Wan, who just arrived from Manila.”

“Hello, I’m Jack.”

I’d already seen this priest a few times when Jovie and Emily had dragged me to Mass. I’m barely exaggerating; I went with them mainly to please them. Filipinos are very religious, and if you’re not, they’ll do anything to convince you to imitate their belief in God. That day, Father Ramos came to me with a proposition. He wanted me to employ his orphan girls to keep them busy and give them work experience.

“You know, Father, we only have one client right now! I’m afraid I can’t...”

He interrupted me.

“They can clean the property, the beach, the pool. I suggest taking Wan with you for a few days. Besides, I assure you, you’ll have clients soon.”

“But how? No tourists come, and people are restricted in their movements.”

“Most people, but not the notables! Your hotel is isolated, and that makes it the ideal place to avoid being bothered by the authorities who are doing everything they can to enforce the sensible (nonsensical) health measures to counter the Chinese crap. These people are making significant donations that we cannot do without, especially in these difficult times.”

He offered to host, incognito, mainly Manila’s notables, who came to spend a few days without restrictions. I pondered his proposal, not knowing exactly what to make of it.

“How old are Felisa and Wan?”

“Felisa is 14 and Wan is 15. They are orphans, and it’s difficult to find adoptive parents for them once they’re over ten or twelve. Some stay in the orphanage for several years after they turn 18. Wan had a job in Manila, but her restaurant closed. With no money, she wanted to return to the orphanage where she’d been for the past few years, but they couldn’t take her in. Father Arthuro in Manila sent her to us.”

“They’re very pretty!”

I stood up and invited Father Ramos to follow me to the pavilion and the pool. He followed me, along with Wan and Felisa. When we arrived at the pavilion, we sat down by the pool. Emily greeted Father Ramos and met the two girls.

“Emily, pour us a drink, please.”

“How much do we charge for the bungalows?” asked Father Ramos.