Maid with Benefits (Part 1)

I am a 52-year-old single man with a very active sex drive. I usually hook up with women on dating websites. There are lots of desperate women but sex with middle-aged women was less than satisfying.

I was married for a couple of years about 20 years ago, but I have been single for most of my life with no children (although there have been some close calls). I have been prudently saving for my retirement but my fortunes changed when one of my uncles passed away recently. He left me one of his homes – he owned several rental properties – and some money. It was like winning the lottery. When I combined that with my own savings, I suddenly realized that I could comfortably retire immediately.

I lived in Salt Lake City, and I decided that I wanted to escape the cold winters. I purchased a one-bedroom condo in Mexico so I could enjoy the tropical weather. The town was located on the Pacific Ocean. I decided I would live half of the year in Mexico and the other half in Salt Lake City.

It was a moderately large town but tourists didn’t visit the area so mostly locals lived there. The surrounding community was very poor and most of the locals struggled to find jobs and the ones who did earned very little.

Within a week of arriving to Mexico, I posted an ad for a maid to clean my condo once every two weeks. After interviewing several applicants, I chose Martha. She was 20 years old. She wasn’t beautiful but she was pleasant looking. She was petite – under 5 feet tall and about 90 pounds. Her body was curvy but thin although not skinny. She had a round face and medium brown skin. She spoke limited English but enough so I could understand her.

I only paid her a few dollars each time she came to my condo. I sometimes felt guilty but it was the going rate. It was a matter of supply and demand. I paid her very little but I could easily find 20 replacements in a snap of a finger.

She worked diligently and she was friendly so we got along well. As the weeks passed, I learned that she was a single mother with a 15-month-old daughter. She had lived with her boyfriend (the father of her daughter) but a few months ago she left him when her boyfriend got another woman pregnant.

Now she and her daughter lived with her mother and her younger sister and brother. Their family barely managed to support themselves on the money that Martha and her mother earned.

On this day, Martha arrived for work but I could see that she was upset. I asked her, “What is wrong?”

Martha (in broken English): “Mama recently lost job. We need more money for apartment.”

Me: “I am sorry about your problem. Can I help you?

Martha: “I want to work more, por favor.”

Me: “OK, instead of returning in two weeks, return next week. I will find extra work for you.”

Martha thanked me over and over again for helping her. She finished her work that day enthusiastically.

A week later, Martha returned to my condo. I told that I didn’t need my condo cleaned but there were different things she could do for me. I then directed her to wash and iron my clothes, water my plants, and lots of other tasks around my condo. Next, I sent her to the store to buy me food.