This is a work of fiction. This story involves an innocent young Muslim girl who loses her virginity to her boss. 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.
Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.
Fatima was a conservative daughter in a respected Muslim family in her village. Her father was a farmer who actually owned the land he farmed (something that was unusual in this part of Mindanao). Her mother was the third of four wives, and was, therefore, fairly low-ranking in the family.
Fatima had just completed high school, and it was common that grown daughters went to work to contribute to the family's finances. That was how many daughters in the Philippines became domestic servants for wealthy families. If a girl was lucky, this might lead to marriage or at least employment close to home, but not always. It was up to her parents to decide where a girl would go to work.
Fatima's father worked with local recruiters to find employment for his children. In Fatima's case, that meant that she would be working for a Kano (an American man) on another island as a domestic helper. Her father sat her down and told her to do whatever her employer told her to do. To not do so would bring dishonor to herself and her family. Half of her salary would be hers, and half would be sent to her father every month.
Fatima humbly agreed to do whatever she was asked, so as to not disgrace her family. The recruiter picked her up at her home, she said goodbye to her family, and the recruiter took her by ferry to her destination in Cebu City on the island of Cebu. There, she was introduced to her new employer, who handed the recruiter an envelope and then took Fatima to his condo in a taxi.
Fatima was surprised to find out that her employer, Jack Duncan, was a single, white, middle-aged man (and handsome). He had a one-bedroom condominium high in one of the many high-rise towers in the city. At first, she was delighted to see how easy her job would be taking care of the small condo (even with cooking and other duties), but she was confused as to where she would sleep.
Jack had Fatima prepare them dinner from the food he had in the refrigerator and the cupboards, and he was pleasantly surprised at her culinary skills. Her mother had taught her well to be a good cook, and she not only cooked local dishes, but also many international cuisines as well.
As they sat down to eat, they discussed what her life would be like living in the condo high above the city. She had already marveled at the views from the huge picture windows. Fatima thought this must be how heavenly beings saw the world. Jack went through her duties with her (even giving her a list), and Fatima had no problems with anything he required until the end.
When he got to sleeping arrangements, he told her that there was only one bed in the condo, and that she would be expected to sleep with him. That went against everything she had ever been taught, so she flatly refused. "No Sir. I cannot do that."
"Oh?" he asked. "Do I need to call Madam Sibonga back and tell her to take you home because you refuse to follow my instructions?"
Fatima's eyes got wide. She realized that if she returned home, her family would be ashamed of her. She paused and then reconsidered. There was no way that she wanted to return home in disgrace. "OK," she replied. "I will sleep in your bed."
"Fine," said Jack. "It doesn't appear like you have many clothes. You only have a small bag."
"I am a simple girl," she replied. "I have never had many clothes. Will that be a problem?"
"No," Jack replied. "No problem at all, but I will make sure that you have everything you need. Don't worry. It will be my gift to you and won't come out of your salary. I will take you shopping tomorrow morning." That made her smile. Fatima had seldom received any gifts as a child, so maybe Jack was a very good man who would be generous with her. She thought that if he was a Muslim, she might even see him as husband material. Then again, if he had been Muslim, he would probably never have thought to give her a gift.
After dinner, Jack got on his laptop while Fatima washed the dishes and cleaned up the condo a bit. She was still worried about the sleeping arrangements, but she decided that, if her father had agreed to this, then she would do her best to do whatever was required to bring honor to her family. Hopefully, she wouldn't lose her honor in the process. When Fatima had finished cleaning everything she could think of, she asked if it would be OK for her to get ready for bed.
Jack replied, "Of course. It is still early though. When you are ready for bed, come back and we will watch a movie before bed." Fatima agreed and went into the CR or comfort room (what Americans call a bathroom) to shower, brush her teeth and her hair, and change into her pajamas. It took her a few moments to figure out the handle on the shower, but she managed. She had never had a shower with anything but cold water before.
When Fatima returned, Jack patted the couch cushion next to him and asked, "What would you like to watch?"
"I don't know," she replied. "You choose."
"OK," he said. "Are there any kinds of movies that you like?"
