Maids With Benefits
Copyright© 2026 by Voloken
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
After our ... exertion ... there was a bit of an awkward moment. Luz climbed off me and shyly asked if she could take a shower. I showed her to a guest room, all of which had personal bathrooms attached, and fetched her a towel. For my part, I figured I should do the same. A long, cold shower was long overdue for a day so frustratingly full of unfulfilled erections.
I spent about fifteen minutes in the shower. Five actually cleaning up, and the following ten excising impure thoughts from my mind. Well, thinking about excising impure thoughts. Well, I spent that time trying to stop thinking about the gorgeous assets of the Filipinas I’d met today.
Alright, fine, I was just thinking about them naked. I was a weak man, seduced by their pliable curves and their pert bodies which were filled up in all the right places. But I wasn’t a creep. There would be no acting on that. Not even a sideways glance. Like the Buddha, I cast away want and lust.
I covered my half-hard dick with gym shorts and started working in my bedroom with a towel around my neck. Soon, the towel came off too. Despite air conditioning, it was unbearably hot. And summer was only just beginning, ugh.
The spreadsheets hadn’t changed since I last looked at them. There was a marked decline in chip manufacturing capacity despite an increase in personnel. Local leadership hadn’t noticed anything wrong and couldn’t for the life of them explain why, exactly, this was happening. Not cohesively anyway. They sure did bandy around buzzwords while being absolutely sure they could fix the problem with just a bit more money, though.
“Um, Edward?” Luz called just as my headache was properly setting in. “Are you still here?”
“Yep!” I shouted back, closing the laptop and leaving my bedroom.
She was in the living room, looking a bit lost. Her skin was clammy and flushed, and she wore the towel around her head to dry her hair. Her tight cutoffs were unbuttoned, exposing a little bit of the gray sportswear panties underneath, and, through her pink crop top, I could her skin through the wet fabric clinging to her. Unfortunately, the ‘Bitch Rainbow’ print covered her nipples entirely. Fortunately! Fortunately, her nipples were covered!
She didn’t seem to notice my creeping, though. That was because she was doing the same to me. While I wasn’t the kind of guy who prided himself on healthy living or my gym time, in my twenties I figured out that an hour of gym six days a week kept me focused when I worked. Consequently, I knew I looked damn good, if I might say so myself.
Luz’s eyes tracked a solitary bead of sweat as it made its way down my bare chest onto my abs, before disappearing into the waistband of my shorts just above where Junior was pitching a half-tent. Her face grew redder and redder, her mouth falling slightly open.
Then she blinked and shook her head, and the moment was over.
“Luz? You alright there?”
“Yes! Sorry, I...” She took a deep breath. “Mama called. She’s not coming back today. I think Uncle Crisanto did something really bad this time...”
“Oh!” I said, lewd thoughts evaporating. “Is there something I can do to help? What do you need?”
“I know it’s asking a lot, but if you could drive me home...?”
“Sure, no problem!” Well, some problem. It was almost 5PM. In Manila. Still, it was a Saturday, so it wouldn’t be as bad. “Where are we going?”
“Santa Cruz, near the cemetery.”
“Oh, that’s easy.” It was way closer than her hesitation had suggested. “We’re not even leaving Makati.”
“I know, but it’s late and...” she said, frowning.
“No, no, I mean, it’s fine,” I quickly assured her. “I’ll take you there.”
“Thank you!” she said, skipping over to me and wrapping me in a hug.
Once more, I felt just how thin her shirt was as her modest tits squished onto my chest. As I tried to figure out where to put my hands, I noticed she stole a sniff or two before detaching herself. Naughty, but not enough for me to bring it up.
“You’re welcome, honey. Just let me grab a shirt and we’ll be right down.”
Luz explained the situation during the elevator ride to the parking basement. Mrs. Gallardo was safe, but it looked like the situation with the uncle, who it turned out was her mother’s cousin, not brother, had fallen off the wagon and gone on something of a rampage. Even Luz’s father had to get involved.
Not that it seemed to have helped much, since Mrs. Gallardo had called from jail after the uncle got arrested for disturbance of the peace. It was a complete clusterfuck, by Luz’s account.
I led the way through the garage to my four parking spaces, only two of which were filled, which was one too many in my opinion. Then again, while I was used to driving the Kia for convenience (and safety), what was the Rolls-Royce for if not driving pretty girls around?
“Nice!” Luz said as soon as I unlocked the Phantom. “Tatay likes cars like that too.”
Tatay meant ‘dad’ — one of the few Tagalog words I knew. It was a bit odd, now that I thought about it, that she called Mrs. Gallardo ‘mama’ instead of nanay. None of my business, I supposed.
“I wouldn’t say I’m a car buff,” I said with a chuckle, “but I can appreciate a cool-looking car. This one’s a gift from my boss. Or maybe a bribe, I haven’t decided.”
“Tatay isn’t a gear nut either; he just likes expensive things,” Luz said, sliding into the passenger seat as I held the door for her. “Though Mayumi really likes cars. Like a lot.”
“That’s your cousin, right?” I said, closing her door and pivoting to mine.
“Yeah,” she said as I sat down. “She was always all over Tatay’s cars back when we were little and there were more family reunions.”
“That’s nice,” I said, turning the key. The engine purred smoothly and cleanly. If nothing else, this car was a joy to drive. If only I could do it literally anywhere else.
Luz stayed quiet, playing with her phone as I maneuvered us out of the city. We were only ten minutes away from the Gallardos’ home, so I wouldn’t have to endure too much of the hell that was the streets of Manila.
“So...” Luz started. “You’re not retired, right?”
I chuckled. “Do I look that old?”
She blushed and looked out her window.
“I’m stepping in as regional director of operations for the Philippines branch of Texas Instruments.”
She turned back to me, starry-eyed. “That sounds super important.”
Another chuckle escaped me. “Well, I get paid like it’s important, at the very least. Nobody wanted the job, believe it or not. The last three guys quit.”
“Why?”
“It’s all boring stuff,” I said. “I’m sure you don’t want me to bore you with it.”
“No, please do!” she insisted, straining against the seatbelt to get closer to me, which, as it happened, showed off her breasts rather well.
I quickly put my eyes back on the road. “Well, if you insist ... Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you, though!”
She giggled at that.
I smiled and continued. “So, I’m in charge of operational efficiency, and there’s been a drop in recent months...”
We were almost at her house when her phone buzzed, stopping me mid-explanation of what a semiconductor was and why precision in manufacturing them mattered so much.
“Go ahead,” I said when she frowned at her phone.
She nodded and picked up.
“Mayumi?” she asked tentatively.
A storm of Tagalog followed. All I could tell was that Luz became more distressed by the second. After five minutes, she hung up.
“That didn’t sound good,” I hedged. She’d tell me if she wanted to.
“Mayumi said she’s leaving home.”
Her tone implied this was graver than it sounded to me. “And?”
She looked at me with wide, pleading eyes. “She has nowhere else to stay, no car, and no money.”
“That does sound bad,” I said, not sure where she was going with this. “She’s your ... second cousin, I guess? Couldn’t your mother take her in, at least for a while? She’s already involved anyway.”
“Yes, but Mama and Tatay are busy trying to get Uncle Crisanto out of jail...” She pursed her lips in thought. “Or making sure he stays there, I’m not sure. But anyway, they’re busy, and Mayumi’s leaving now.”
“Okay...?” I started to see where this was going, and I wasn’t sure I liked it.
“Could you ... I know—I know I’m asking too much, but could you—”
“You want me to pick her up.”
“Pleeease?” The puppy dog eyes intensified. Her top hitched against the seatbelt, revealing some underboob as she tucked her elbows in and pressed her palms together.
I looked back toward the road. “Luz, didn’t you say your parents were in a police station in Caloocan City? That’s at least thirty minutes away.”
“Please? I know you don’t like driving, but you’re the only one who can!”
“We can call her an Uber or something.”
“For a girl? Alone? In Caloocan?”
I honestly didn’t know how dangerous that was, but I’d been warned about a lot of things when I came here. I figured that was just a game of ‘scare the American,’ though.
When we got to a stop light, I glanced over at her again. Her big, dark eyes were watery, her chin was trembling, and her nose was running. I let out a long, defeated sigh.
“Fine. We’ll pick her up.”
“Thank you!” Luz hugged me again, this time awkwardly from the side. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!”
“You’d better be grateful,” I said, a bit tongue-in-cheek. Only a bit, though. This was going to suck so bad.
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