This is a work of fiction. This story involves an innocent young woman losing her virginity to her employer and falling in love. If any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the whole story to the end before you comment.
My philosophy is that a story should be like a woman's skirt. It should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep it interesting. I try to do that in my stories. You may or may not agree with me as to where I should end a story, but know that I end each story where I think it should end. If you haven't already figured it out from the previous chapter, John (the main character) is really only interested in the sexual side of these girls, so don't expect much in the way of background.
Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.
Elise grew up in a small mountain village high in the Cordiera Mountains of Cebu Her father farmed a small mountainside plot (on land that he didn't actually own) and drove a habal-habal (motorcycle for hire) around the mountains when he could find passengers. To say the family was poor would be a gross understatement. There was seldom ever any money for anything besides the bare essentials.
Her mother used palm fronds to make backets, and she also helped her husband to water the plants on their garden plot whenever it didn't rain and to pull weeds whenever they sprouted (which was all the time). For the most part, it rained almost every night, so Elise's mother didn't have to carry water very often (there was NO running water in the area). That was one advantage to living high up in the mountains.
Elise was the oldest of seven children, and they all slept in one small one-room house. Luckily, her father had put tin on their roof, so the house no longer leaked every time it rained. There was no way they could have afforded the tin for the roof, but her father had found some discarded tin during his travels around the mountains on his motorcycle, and he had snagged it. Poor people in the Philippines substituted creativity for money and found work-arounds to solve their problems.
Living in a one-room house, Elise learned early how babies are made, and even though her parents tried to wait until everybody was asleep before they made love, Elise would often still be awake (or would be awakened by the noise) as they made love, and she couldn't help but watch her parents. Of course, she pretended to be asleep as she watched. She knew the basics of sex long before she actually tried them herself.
Elise was a beautiful girl. At five feet tall and one hundred pounds, she was an average-sized girl for this area. She had inherited her looks, build and hair from her mother, which meant that she was a beauty, she had 34C breasts, a thin waist and rounded (but not too rounded) hips and bottom, and her silky black hair flowed down to her waist.
Like most Filipinos, Elise had dark brown eyes, caramel-colored skin and small dark-brown nipples and areolas. She would be a catch, and having graduated from high school, every boy in the area had noticed her and was attracted. They seemed to be a constant now, like bees around a flower. There was always at least one boy around.
Elise had no money for college, but she knew that she didn't want to live a poor life in a mountain village like her mother. She figured that the only way she would avoid that fate would be to avoid the boys in the mountains and to get a job in the city. She knew that, with only a high school degree, she had little chance of landing a good job, but she was hopeful. She would likely find a job as a maid or a nanny, so that was what she would look for.
Her parents had also made it very clear that she needed to soon get a job to support herself and maybe send some money to the family. That last bit wasn't actually a suggestion. She knew that she would be expected to send her parents at least half of whatever she made from her job. That was customary for single Filipinas from poor families. Maids didn't make much in the provinces, but since their room and board were included, they didn't need much either. Therefore, they would still be expected to share their salary with their parents.
This morning, her father would take her to the city on his motorcycle, dropping Elise off at her aunt's house. Truthfully, her aunt's house wasn't any bigger than their house in the mountains, but it was situated in a sitio (slum area) in the city, so it would give her a place to sleep at night while she was looking for work.
When the day came for her to go to the city, Elise gave herself a bucket bath behind the house using a tabo (a large scoop) because they didn't have a CR in the house. In fact, they had no water in the house except what they carried from a community well in buckets. There wasn't much privacy either, but nobody would see her naked body behind the house unless they walked right up on her. That had only happened a few times.
When Elise was done bathing, she dried herself, dressed, and brushed out her hair, and then she gathered all her things into a garbage bag for the trip. Her father pulled his motorcycle up in front of the house, and her mother told her again to do whatever her employer asked of her, and she told her mother, "Yes. I will do whatever they ask, but I will miss you a lot." They exchanged hugs and kisses, and Elise got on the back of her father's motorcycle. All of her possessions were inside of the black plastic garbage bag she carried.
The trip to the city took about an hour, but her father finally pulled up in front of the entrance to the sitio where her aunt lived. "Do you know how to get to Tita Jen's house?" he asked (Tita is the word for aunt on Cebu).
"Yes, Father," she answered. "I will get there." Her father told her to be good and work hard once she found a job, and they hugged before he drove off. This was the first time that Elise had ever been alone in the city, and she was nervous. She quickly navigated the small alley ways and paths to her aunt's house (most sitios have no real streets).
When she came to the house, Elise knocked and her aunt came to the door. Elise took her aunt's hand and brought it to her own forehead in a sign of respect and said, "Good morning, Tita Jen. I am here to look for work in the city."
Tita Jen pulled Elise into the small house and replied, "Your mother told me to expect you. I hope that you will be able to find a job. Just don't be too picky, and do whatever you are told, and you should do fine."
Jen showed her where to put her bag and then asked, "Have you eaten?" This is a customary greeting among Filipinos, but in this case, Jen thought that Elise might actually be hungry. Elise shook her head, "No," so Tita Jen got her some rice and dried fish to eat while they talked. This was common fare for the poor of Cebu. Rice was necessary for every meal, and dried fish or squid was about the only protein the poor could afford.
As Elise ate, Jen told her, "I have asked around, and I have come up with some leads for you. One of them is at a condominium close to here. It is an ad for a maid that my neighbor saw posted on a power pole yesterday. I have the employer's phone number, so maybe you can still get the job. Since it is for a condo, it shouldn't be too hard, since condos aren't usually that big."
Elise nodded. After her stomach felt better, Jen got out the phone number and her cell phone. "This is a cell number, so why don't we just text to see if the job is still available?"
