Maids With Benefits
Copyright© 2026 by Voloken
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Edward Sheffield took a promotion no one else wanted. Transplanted indefinitely from New England to the Philippines, he's got a struggling branch office to salvage and a whole new world to navigate. He didn't expect the help to come in the form of a bratty maid, a mechanic whose smarts are matched only by her curves, and a smoky driver with trust issues. But Manila has a way of surprising people. Especially those who think they're beyond surprises.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Restart Cousins DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Harem Interracial White Male Oriental Female Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Big Breasts Small Breasts
The rest of Saturday was the opposite of relaxing. Paz, true to her word, did fix the washer. She still suggested I buy a new one, since the one that came with the unit was decrepit, but I’d have time to go shopping for it later. She gave me her number and told me to call her whenever I decided so she could help me pick one out.
She threw me a wink before leaving, swinging her hips all the way to the elevator. I ... wasn’t sure what was up with that one. I liked to think I was a good-looking guy, but the way she acted was odd to say the least. Maybe one could pin that on her being a bit slutty, but the way she reacted when Ol’ One-Eye slithered out of his cave told me otherwise.
Well, she was one to keep an eye out for, anyway. The least I could do was send some work her way after she helped me out for free. Anything else would be a bonus.
As for Luz and Mrs. Gallardo ... that went less well. Luz eventually came out of the bedroom, and started hovering around like a blind moth. Mrs. Gallardo, on the other hand, more than made up for it.
She made a list of everything that the apartment was missing and sent me out to buy it all. Just this once, she said, since she had to show Luz the housekeeping ropes. It was a long fucking list. Took me a while. God, how I hated driving in this place.
By the time I was back, it was already time for lunch. Mrs. Gallardo was commanding the stove, which I’d never used, with Luz’s help. We ate in silence. Well, Luz and I did. She was pouting, while I couldn’t get a word in edgewise with Mrs. Gallardo at the helm of the conversation.
Mrs. Gallardo was an interesting woman, to be fair. She made her fortune in Singapore, back in the day. Her father was a failed businessman who’d left her with little more than a few connections, which were hard for a woman to use. She had used her husband as cover for her dealings. The man was an actor, apparently with quite a few movie credits under his belt too, so he played the part perfectly.
Regardless, lunch passed with little incident, and it was the best meal I’d had since I got to this country. After that, I decided to do some work. Might as well, so I grabbed my laptop where I’d left it by what I’d taken to calling the reading nook. It had come with an ancient club chair, a low table, and two bookshelves already installed. With it in hand, I headed to the home office attached to the bedroom and started reading emails.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Gallardo led the cleaning effort—and refused my help when I offered it. In fact, she was extremely adamant about it. She even said it’d be fine if I added a bit to the mess to show Luz what things were like in the real world. I ... wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but I refrained from adding to the mess.
It was about 4PM when I heard a crash and a scream from the living room. I bolted upright and ran to the source of the noise. It was Luz, crouching next to one of the old bookshelves.
Luz was curled in a ball with her face between her knees and her arms around her head, with hair spilling across the floor.
“Are you alright?!”
“I’m sorry!” she sobbed. “I’m sorry! I didn’t even want to be here ... I’m sorry...”
“Hey, it’s all right,” I said, crouching to check the damage and hovering a hand over her, not sure whether I should touch her or not. I didn’t see any blood or anything, but it looked like Dad’s old urn had taken the fall. It was a tough old thing but this hadn’t been the first time it had hit the floor from that height. This time it finally cracked, and a little of the old man was leaking out.
“I’m sorry...”
“Don’t you worry about it; this isn’t even the first time—”
“Ayy, dumb girl!” Mrs. Gallardo shrieked from right behind me—she must have materialized out of thin air. “Is first day and you already break thing?! I tell you, no sweep full shelf! Take thing out, clean separate! Ayy, what I do with you girl?!”
“Rosita, it’s fine,” I said as Luz started sobbing louder. “What matters is that she’s not hurt.”
“No! Is no fine!” Mrs. Gallardo insisted. “I tell her—”
Luz interrupted her in Tagalog, sobbing through the words. While I couldn’t tell what she was saying, her words were clearly full of anguish and anger. Mrs. Gallardo shot back something that sounded pretty caustic to my monolingual ears, so I decided to intervene.
“Alright!” I shouted loud enough to startle them both into silence. “Alright,” I repeated, more softly. “Let’s take a breath. Let’s cool down, have some water. Whatever.”
“Edward—” Mrs. Gallardo started.
“Nope!” I said. “No talking. Not yet. No English, and no Tagalog.” I turned to Luz, gingerly putting a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t react. I noticed she was barefoot as well, having taken off her platforms at some point in the afternoon. “Luz, let’s move to the chair, yeah? I don’t want you stepping on shards, so I’ll lift you up, okay?”
Luz didn’t say anything. I glanced at Mrs. Gallardo, who just shrugged in exasperation. With a sigh, I wrapped an arm under her knees and placed another at her back. She still refused to move.
“I’m gonna lift you up on three, alright?” No response. “One. Two. Three.” I did as I said. She tensed up even more but didn’t struggle. She wasn’t a big woman, maybe five foot one on a good day, and skinny too. It wasn’t difficult to move her over to the club chair, where she stayed all balled up.
“Rosita, could you grab a dustpan? Gotta sweep the old man back into his box.”
“Already have,” she said, handing me the dustpan and a brush for good measure.
I thanked her and worked in silence. In less than a minute, Dad was back in his urn. Well, most of Dad, anyway. Odds were, we’d breathed in some of him. That was fine, the old lecher would’ve thought it was worth it if a little bit of him got to be inside Luz.
“I pay for fix,” Mrs. Gallardo said quietly.
“Nah, I’ve got superglue around here somewhere.” I waved her off. “It’ll be good as new when I’m done. Only one big piece chipped off. This is a tough old thing.”
It took me just a moment to find the glue in the fridge. Not sure why I stored it in there, other than because Mom used to. I didn’t think it actually needed to be kept cold. It was a quick patch job, though, and soon enough dear old Dad was back resting in peace beside Mom. Now there was a practical woman. Her urn was stainless steel.
“Alright,” I said one more time. “We’ve had a moment to cool down and think. This was an unfortunate accident and I’m sure Luz will be more careful in the future. Anyone want to add anything? Constructive, please.”
“I’m sorry...” Luz said, her voice hoarse. She was still all balled up on the chair.
“You punish her, Edward,” Mrs. Gallardo said.
“What?”
“You punish! She do stupid, has to learn.”
“I’m pretty sure she’s learned her lesson, right, Luz?”
The girl just kept sobbing.
“She twenty-five-year-old woman, Edward. No treat like little baby know nothing!”
“I mean,” I said, scratching the back of my head. “Isn’t that supposed to be my argument? She’s twenty-five.”
“Ugh.” Mrs. Gallardo looked at me as though I was an idiot. “You no understand. She like this now because it just happen. Later, she forget, do same thing again. You punish so she doesn’t!”
“Look, that’s not—”
“It’s—It’s fine,” Luz said through sobs.
“What?”
“It’s fine. Punish me.”
This was getting way too weird—maybe this whole thing had been a mistake.
“I guess, I don’t know, I can dock your pay for today? A little bit?”
Mrs. Gallardo clicked her tongue. “She no get paid for first week.”
Before I could even articulate my sheer incredulity, she continued.
“I pay allowance anyway, is fine.”
“Look, it’s not about—”
“Is fine, Edward.” There was a finality in it that told me dissent was pointless “I know she fuck up. If you pay, might as well pay for good, experience kasambahay. No, you no pay for try.”
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Alright, if that’s the case, then how exactly do you want me to punish her?”
“Like old way,” she said, as though that clarified anything. A few seconds of my blank stare got the message across. “You spank her, boy!”
I must’ve looked sufficiently flabbergasted, because Mrs. Gallardo clicked her tongue and muttered in Tagalog under her breath.
“Edward, this not America, this—”
Her phone rang, interrupting what would surely have been a colorful tirade. She considered not answering, but not for too long.
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