A clear case of sex discrimination

Joshua awoke to an empty bed and a noisy apartment. Janna and Ricca were getting ready for school. Ana Fe and Mary were getting ready for their trip. Joshua thought he would be invisible this morning — unneeded and unnoticed as they went about their tasks. He was disabused of this notion soon enough. Ana Fe pushed him into the shower with a request he be fast about it. Using the smartphone he had gotten her when he got his own at the mall, she wanted to take some photos of them all together this morning before she left on her journey. Joshua gathered she wanted to brag a bit back in the provinces. The photos would provide the basis for the bragging. Having no reason not to help her, he was in and out of the shower in just a few minutes.

After a good twenty photos had been taken, the schoolgirls finally dashed off. Joshua sat down to some coffee, a sweet roll and a banana. Now dressed and packed for their trip, Ana Fe and Mary kissed their fiancé and left amid giggles and laughter.

Joshua was alone again. Coffee in hand, Joshua moved over to his laptop and turned it on. After logging in to the OS account, he logged into his mail account. Once again, there was email that he had mail waiting in the dating website. He also had an email from home. His notarized divorce decree was on its way via FedEx, and a tracking number was provided. A few other emails required and received brief answers before he opened up the dating website.

There he found another email from Joydee. In it, she told him how much she wanted to meet him and hoped it would be soon. There was an addendum from her oldest daughter, Rowena.

Hi Sir Joshua! Mother tell me about you. She say we will be yours and you will take care of us. I think my mother must be wrong. We have never met you. She say when we meet you we must do everything we can think of for you. If we do that, you will be ours. I hope that so. We see your photo and you are pogi.¹ Mother says you are nice and honest. I hope that is so. If you come to us, I promise you that we do everything you want. All of us be good to you. You take care of us and we yours for life. Thank you, Rowena

Joshua wrote back.

Dear Joydee & Rowena,

Thank you for your email. I am sure we can see each other soon. If after you read all this you still want to see me, I will let you know as soon as I have my plane tickets to Manila.

I have spoken with my fiancée, Ana Fe and she agrees to the following things.

If I want you, I can meet all the daughters now.

I cannot have sex with you, Joydee, until I am married to Ana Fe. Even then, Joydee, you must agree to become Ana Fe’s maid for us to be together.

We will meet before the wedding and you can decide if you really like me and want to be with me.

(1) If you do want to be with me and (2) if I want you, then you are all to come to the wedding and join us.

If this is not OK, then we will just say good-bye.

If this is OK, tell me that.

Yours, Joshua

Joshua could not believe that he had actually written that email and that someone would read it. More amazing was the real likelihood that all of it would be agreed to by Joydee and her daughters.

Joshua logged out of the website and opened up the link he had to the US Embassy in Manila. Under U.S. Citizen Services was where the instructions were about marrying in the Philippines. In the instructions was a link to get an ACS Appointment at the embassy. That was what he needed to get the correct forms and notarized document.

He clicked back to the mail, copied the FedEx tracking number and opened up the FedEx site. Pasting the tracking number in, he was amazed to see he would have his document in three days. The document would be here before Ana Fe and Mary returned. They would want him to hurry, but he felt he should wait a couple of days after they got back before he left. Clicking back to the Embassy website, he clicked to make an appointment. Once the appointment was made, he clicked on the link for Cebu Pacific Airlines and purchased round trip tickets to Manila.

Next, he did a search of hotels near the Embassy and booked a room at the Bayview Park Hotel on Roxas Blvd, essentially across the street from the Embassy. All was done but for an answer from Joydee. It was time to go for a walk.

Joshua chose to walk the back alleys he had come home by yesterday. If he didn’t see Mhitze there, then he would go over to the boulevard. It was hot. It was always hot. Joshua had walked a long way yesterday before he had met the girl. Today the walk seemed longer, as he was heading to something and not just taking in the sights. Eyes peered out from behind gates and from second floor windows as he strode along.

He knew he was an extraordinary sight. Still, this was daytime, not evening, and he felt safe along these residential dirty alleys. He walked along, in some ways, as an elite personage. He might be a middle-class nobody at home. Here, he was something else again, and so was every other American who became aware of the power vested in, but not otherwise apparent to, him or her.

No one in the USA, other than a sociopath, would even consider telling a woman that she could, if she chose, lie under him and, if she also gave him her children and essentially enslaved herself to his wife, he would allow her to be his. What craziness was this? And the insanity of it was that she was probably going to say yes and be grateful in the bargain.

And to further the craziness, he was going to collect a fourteen-year-old who wanted much the same bargain from him. It wasn’t because he had power as a human. No, it was because he was an American. Some might point out that the girl couldn’t know he was an American, all she could see was a Caucasian. That is true but, to these Filipinos, unless informed otherwise, all Caucasians were Americans, much to the irritation of the British and Europeans.

The Filipinos would call out to a Caucasian, “Hey Joe!” It was meant as both a sign of respect and endearment. Most Americans knew that and smiled back. It was good to be G.I. Joe.

Indeed, it was good to be Joe, even if your name was Joshua. As ex-military, Joshua had a heightened sense of that pride. He knew of the blood those in uniform had spilled on these islands some seventy years before. Americans and Filipinos had fought side-by-side against the Japanese. Joshua might not be home but, in some ways, he was home, as was every American who chose to settle here. He could feel it in his bones.

But that sense of being home was not the cause of the power he had. The power came from the power of the dollar, the power to make life easier. It also had a strange and perverse connection with USA visa policies. Europeans and Brits could get a tourist / non-immigrant visa for their Filipina girlfriends. Americans had to get married, or engaged, to the girl, to get a visa for the girl. As a result, Americans tended to just be more long-term and stable. The Brits and Europeans tended to be short-timers.

As Joshua approached the corner where he and Mhitze had coupled, he heard, rather than saw, movement. There was something happening on the crossing alley. Then she appeared. Cleaner than she had been the previous day. There was a smile on her face.

Good morning, Sir Joshua.

Good morning, Mhitze. I am going to take you home with me today. Do you need to collect your things?

She slipped briefly back around the corner and emerged with a plastic bag half-filled.

I have all my stuff here but what about my sister?

I have not met her.

If you like me, I think you will like her.

Where is she?

A girl appeared from around the corner. She was older than Mhitze. Her breasts were a little larger. Her hips a bit more pronounced. Here. I Arlin.

The two girls looked at each other, both showing fear.

Why are the two of you afraid?

Mhitze afraid you will want me and tell her to go away. I afraid you not want me, or the both of us.

How old are you?

Sixteen, Po.

Are you a virgin, Arlin?

Yes, Po.

Why do you want to go with me?

You take care of us? We do anything you ask.

You have a bag of stuff too?

In the bag of Mhitze, Po. You want our brother too? He likes men. He will be good to you.

I see. I am sorry, but I am not interested in boys or men.

We three have never been apart before.

My offer and interest is limited to you and your sister. If you don’t want to come, then I still make the offer to Mhitze.

I see. She paused, the girls spoke quietly between themselves for a couple of minutes. We will do as you say. Our brother will have to find his own way.

OK then, let’s walk over to the Avenue and get a tricycle.

Joshua assumed it was too far to walk with that bag. He was probably wrong; these girls were far stronger than they appeared.

There was nothing said during the ride. Once they were free of the tricycle, and in the apartment, Joshua took charge in a way he hadn’t since he had gotten to the Philippines. He told the girls to undress and give him their clothes. He gave them each a new bar of soap and two shampoo sachet packets each, telling them to scrub good and hard and use all the shampoo on their hair. Finally, he placed a razor with a number of replacement blades and shaving soap close to them. They were to scrub, shampoo and shave. When done he would put clothing out for them. These were Janna’s and Mary’s under things and dresses, but it would have to do for now.

While the girls were in the shower, he took all of their clothing outside, both the old clothing they gave him and that he found in their bag, and burned it all. He would buy them new clothes tomorrow. Today they could wear some of Janna’s and Mary’s things.

Once the clothes had been burned, and while the girls were still in the shower, Joshua started the laptop and logged in. A quick check of email brought lots of spam and a notice from the dating website. He logged in to it to find the email from Joydee.

My pogi Joshua!

I am amazed. You are a brave man to speak to your Ana Fe about us and protect us! You are a very good man. No other man would have done this. We already owe you so much. Yes of course we agree! I will be at your wedding! I will be your wife’s maid and your mistress! Wow! My daughters are also very excited.

When will you come here?

Your forever Mistress,
Joydee

Joshua replied with a brief note about the dates of his trip and gave Joydee his regular email address. He advised her to use that from now on, as he was closing the dating website account immediately. Once the mail was sent, he did click through the options to close the account.

All that was accomplished long before the girls emerged from the bathroom. When they did emerge, wrapped in towels, it was obvious they were pretty, but clearly undernourished. But before he would feed Arlin there was something he needed to do.

Joshua handed the TV remote control to Mhitze, pointed to a pile of clean clothing, and told her she needed to wait in the living room. He then took Arlin by the hand and led her into the master bedroom.

Arlin was composed. She knew what was about to happen and, as much as the average American or European might think otherwise, she was neither scared nor upset. Arlin was excited. There was no guarantee that Joshua would always take care of her, but this was her shot at that ultimate goal. Someone to put a roof over her head, food on the table and clothes on her back in exchange for love and caring. Not only did it not matter that he was old, it was good. He would have the means. Young men didn’t have the financial stability she so desperately needed and desired.

The only thing running through Arlin’s head was… “don’t screw this up!”

Joshua didn’t need to use any force to bring her into his arms. Like a dancer looking for his lead, just the slightest motion brought Arlin into his arms, her face tilted up to receive any kisses he might wish to offer. Offer he did, and the lips met, tongues tangled, breathing deepened and arms encircled them, as they stood in the middle of the room in an apparent test to see who could entirely consume the other. It was, of course, a draw and the extended effort had proved both thrilling and fruitless.

She dropped her towel and undressed Joshua with an urgency that was sweet and childlike.

Now naked, they resumed the battle of tongues and lips. Their hands were further engaged — Joshua’s playing with Arlin’s breasts — Arlin’s stroking Joshua’s manhood.

Arlin was but two years older than was Mhitze, yet the difference in the maturity of their bodies was dramatic. Like Mary, Arlin was a woman: young but, no longer with any vestige of her childhood. That thought triggered a need in Joshua; he needed to assure himself that Arlin was — as she had said — a virgin.

He moved her over to the bed and laid her on her back, her knees on the edge and her feet dangling above the floor. Joshua knelt on the floor, spreading her legs and pulling her legs up so that the backs of her knees were now over his shoulders. Her cunt was close to his face. With his fingers, he spread her pussy lips wide and peered into her pussy and right at her hymen. She was a virgin, at least for a minute or two more.

Now assured of her intact maidenhood, Joshua allowed his tongue explore the entrance to that undiscovered country to which no traveler had yet entered. Her pussy was without odor other than that of soap. Her hairless pussy was perfect. His tongue attacked her clit. No one had ever touched her clit before and the sensation was beyond Arlin’s ability to describe. She had never felt so good.

Joshua didn’t want to cause Arlin to become raw from his tongue before he could enter the girl. After only about five minutes, he stopped the attack, which as a consequence generated much pleading from Arlin for him to continue.

Moving the girl up higher on the bed, Joshua took the missionary position and placed his cock on Arlin’s outer pussy lips. The girl looked up into Joshua’s eyes. She knew what was about to happen. He whispered, This is going to hurt for a little bit. She nodded and tilted her head up to attempt to kiss Joshua. He tilted his head down and their lips gently touched. Ready, he asked? Her eyebrows raised twice.

Joshua’s loins now assaulted Arlin’s and quickly broke through the membrane. Arlin was no longer a maiden; she was a mistress. Now her only question was how successfully she might hold that status and for how long.

Joshua was moving in and out somewhat gingerly and slowly. Arlin’s pain subsided and the arousal that followed obliterated any memory of the discomfort.

She met Joshua’s rhythm and then started demanding more, harder and faster. Joshua met the need. He was deep inside her. She felt his fullness. She felt feelings in her she had never felt before. She wanted to belong to him. She needed to be taken by him. She needed to be one with him. Juices flowed over his cock and down the crack of her butt. Arlin was holding onto Joshua and chanting his name as if his back was her rosary and the chant something she had learned at church.

Joshua felt the need inside her; he felt her acceptance of him inside her; he felt her devotion to him. She was but sixteen and he fifty-five and yet, and yet, she was already and forever his. He whispered, You are mine now. She answered in a raw whisper, Yes, Mahal, yours forever.

His dick swelled up yet more; she gasped and came hard, squeezing his member, which in turn signaled his balls. In seconds, as her orgasm continued, he was pumping her full of his semen.

Arlin clamped her legs and arms around him as much as she could. She did not want Joshua to move. She wanted him to stay where he was forever. She murmured, Gihigugma ko ikaw, gihigugma kita, tinuud, gimahal ko ikaw.²

Both Joshua and Arlin, now lying quietly on the bed, could hear the TV in the outer room. Mhitze was watching the ABS-CBN station. They could hear “Showtime” on the channel, so it wasn’t 2:30pm yet.

Joshua needed to regroup in the living room before Ricca and Janna got home at 4pm, and he had yet to spend time with Mhitze. He was in no condition to fuck her, but he needed to spend some time with her. He also needed to talk with these two, about the two who would be showing up at four this afternoon.

Joshua rolled off Arlin, ignoring her complaints, and got off the bed, signaling Arlin to stay put. He opened the bedroom door and called for Mhitze to please turn off the TV and join them. Mhitze knocked several things over trying to accomplish the request as rapidly as she could.

When Mhitze got into the bedroom, Joshua, still naked and without ceremony, removed Mhitze’s clothes and led her to the bed. He lay her down by her sister and proceeded to eat her pussy out while fingering Arlin’s pussy at the same time. Arlin, already aroused, came easily. Joshua, using his free hand, snuck a digit up Mhitze’s ass while eating her and sucking on her clit, got Mhitze to cum too.

Now lying between them, on his back, Mhitze on his left and Arlin on his right, with an arm around each, Joshua told them that they were joining him. He explained that he was marrying Ana Fe. He told them about Mary, Janna and Ricca. He told them that he expected them to do as told. They took it all in and gave brave faces to their new master. For that is what he was. They would be his. He had taken them; they had given themselves willingly. That was the beginning and end of it.

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Chapter 10