Maids With Benefits
Copyright© 2026 by Voloken
Chapter 30
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 30 - 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.
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It was time to go. Monday morning, we piled our bags into the back of the Kia and said our goodbyes.
“It’s so unfair...” Mayu moped. “I should be driving you guys!”
“Maybe next time, Mayu,” I said, mussing up her hair. “For now, you keep Luz company, yeah? She’d be lonely by herself.”
“I would!” Luz added helpfully.
“She should come too, then!” Mayu insisted.
“This is work, Mayu,” I said, pulling her into a hug. “We won’t be having fun without you. In fact, I assure you that this will suck for us who go more than for you guys. We’ll not be gone long anyway. Keep out of trouble, okay?”
“Okay...” she hugged me back. “This still sucks, though. I’ll miss you guys.”
“So will we,” I said. “Come here, Luz.”
My little wife joined in on the hug. And so did Paz.
“Don’t leave me out,” the mestiza complained. “Tala, come on. Group hug.”
Tala looked at me. I just smiled and nodded. She came closer, and awkwardly joined in.
“Alright,” I said, breaking up the hug. “We really need to go. It’ll be ninety minutes for us to arrive, and I want to check in at the hotel before the whole rigamarole gets going. Last call for if anybody forgot anything.”
“I’m good,” Paz said.
“Me too,” Tala added.
“Great,” I said, kissing Luz. I’d already kissed Mayu goodbye before Tala came down, but she still looked a bit jealous. “We’ll call when we get there. And don’t forget what I told you.”
“I won’t,” Luz said, nodding resolutely.
I kissed her again, and then we were off. It was time to start the endgame.
The trip itself was unremarkable. Driving was a lot easier once we were out of the city, and the girls kept themselves entertained by talking shop. I joined in a few times but mostly concentrated on the next steps. First, I’d be talking to Johanson and Mendoza and making sure everything was set up. Then ... well, then the cloak and dagger stuff began.
We arrived at about the expected time and set ourselves up with two hotel rooms: one for me and one for the girls. We FaceTimed with Luz and Mayu for a bit, then got to work. Tala would be coming with me to start, while Paz would hold down the fort until the time to meet with Luzon Chemical’s representatives came.
A short drive later and we were at the facility, where Johanson was waiting for us.
“Mendoza’s late,” Johanson said with a yawn. “Typical. We could wait for him or just do this ourselves. I honestly don’t think we need him. This whole thing could’ve been an email anyway.”
“I want to do the walking tour,” I said. “I haven’t been to CFZ yet. Though I guess Mendoza doesn’t need to be here. What’s holding him, did he say?”
“No clue, but Roberts was with him,” Johanson said, turning around to open a side door. “Didn’t know he was coming, honestly.”
Neither did I. “I suppose he’s worried about how this whole thing will go.”
“Maybe.”
Tala and I followed Johanson around on a very brief, very terse tour. The man didn’t like playing guide, obviously, and would rather be doing anything else. Most of his explanation went over how the assembly line was temporarily converted into four at the chemical etching stage so we might be able to do separate quality assurance. His engineers were going to be in charge of examining the results at each stage of production after that, and then also the final products.
“Anything else?” he asked at the end.
“No, that will suffice,” I said. “I’ll be checking things out during the week as well, if you don’t mind.”
“Just don’t touch anything and we’re golden,” the old engineer huffed.
“Perfect.”
He refused an invitation for lunch after that, so, after sending Tala off to do a little errand before rendezvousing with Paz to eat, I went to meet with Mendoza and Roberts by myself. I wanted to see what exactly Roberts was up to and also needed to get Mendoza’s read on the PR situation with the competitors.
Soon enough, I found myself sat on the outside section of a restaurant with the two of them.
“And this Lacandola guy was upset with the situation?” I asked, pertaining to a politician Mendoza had just spoken with.
“He says we’re ‘sowing discord’ in the local industry.”
“So he wanted us to stay with Luzon Chemical?”
“Actually, he was trying to convince me that Archipelago was the most reliable and cheapest.” Mendoza speared some pork. The man couldn’t not talk while he ate. “They did make the cheapest offer in last week’s negotiations.”
“I see, well, it doesn’t matter,” I said, making sure to surreptitiously keep an eye on Roberts’ reactions. “We have enough people on our side in this.”
“I’m surprised you managed to drum up so much support,” Roberts said. “Rumor has it you got in good with some port magnate?”
I grinned at Roberts. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest.
“Well, whatever you did, you did good,” Mendoza said after a moment of silence. “We’re not getting nearly as much pushback as I worried we might.”
“Good,” I said. “Though that doesn’t explain why you decided to come, Roberts. Is something wrong on the data side?”
“Not necessarily,” he said, wringing his hands. “I just wanted to make sure the pipeline for quick handoff and analysis was under control. I’ll be here only for today, so from tomorrow onwards I can focus on crunching the data we get back from tests so you can make a fast and informed decision.”
“Alright.” I nodded. “You’ll be talking to Johanson, then?”
“Yes,” he answered. “He was busy in the morning, so I’ll be going after lunch.”
“I’ll also be going,” Mendoza said. “A couple representatives are going to inspect the premises today, so I might as well be there to prevent Johanson from saying anything too caustic. Sorry again about this morning.”
“It’s fine, you didn’t miss much,” I said, waving him off. “Getting the politician off our back was more important anyway. Who’s showing up today anyhow?”
“Luzon Chemical and Cebu Synthesis,” he answered.
“Is their tour not happening tomorrow when the whole show starts?” I asked.
“Yes, but you know how some people are,” Mendoza said, dabbing his mouth with a napkin. “They think they’re more special than others. Luzon is also pissed, so of course they would do something like this.”
“And Cebu? Why would they?”
He shrugged. “Some people are just self-important and that’s enough.”
Suspicious, but that wasn’t altogether a bad excuse. The politician insisting on Archipelago also wasn’t the best look but could easily be nothing.
“I suppose,” I said. “Well, it’s not like they’ll be getting an unfair advantage out of it or anything. The chemicals have already been sent and set up.” I hummed, scratching my chin. “I’ll be leaving this to you both, then. Actually, I think I’ll be going first. The press release will be soon, and I need to handle that. I’ve already got all your notes, Mendoza, so you don’t need to worry.”
“Good, good,” Mendoza said, getting up for seconds. “I wish I could be with you, but plans never survive contact and such. We’ll meet tonight to go over tomorrow, then?”
“At the hotel, yeah,” I said, pushing myself up and off my seat. “And Roberts, in case we only see each other again on Friday, best of luck.”
Roberts shot me a friendly smile. “My friend, I’ve got the easy job. You’re the one who’ll need all the luck you can get.”
Mendoza chuckled. “Him and me both!”
I laughed as well but wasn’t too fond of that gleam in Roberts’ eyes.
I sent Paz and Tala to the University to get set up while I made my way to where the press thing was being held. I had to greet a bunch of people on my way backstage whose names I should probably remember, but without Tala to remind me I was completely lost.
After that heroic effort, we waited a bit for the starting time, and I made my way to the podium. The speech was canned, something about giving a chance for newcomers to prove themselves and foster friendly competition to promote innovation. It was all very pretty, and very much written by Mendoza’s PR people.
With that, I opened the floor for questions. I picked a man in the middle rows.
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