Chapter 3: International Onboarding
"So this team building exercise," Emma said from the passenger seat of Althea's Honda Civic, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, "it's really mandatory for all new hires? Even international transfers?"
Althea kept her eyes on the EDSA traffic, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. "Yeah, lahat ng bagong employee. Company policy, e."
Emma's blue eyes narrowed slightly. Something felt off about this whole situation. When HR had mentioned "intensive team building" she'd expected trust falls and group presentations, not a mysterious afternoon drive to some undisclosed location with her Filipino colleague who seemed increasingly nervous.
"And we're going to a hotel because...?" Emma pressed, noting how Althea's jaw tightened.
"It's like... a conference facility. Very private, walang distractions. You'll see na lang." Althea's English was getting more fractured as her anxiety increased. "Maya will explain everything better. She's very experienced sa ganitong sessions."
The way Althea said "experienced" made Emma's stomach flutter with unease. "What exactly will Maya be explaining? And why couldn't this wait until tomorrow during regular office hours?"
"Ay, kasi... the managers prefer after lunch. More relaxed atmosphere, ganun." Althea was sweating despite the air conditioning. "Plus maya-maya na lang naman, tapos na tayo."
Emma studied her colleague's profile. In the three days since arriving in Manila, she'd noticed how the Filipino female employees seemed to share some unspoken understanding, exchanging meaningful looks whenever the male managers were around. There was definitely something she wasn't being told.
"Althea, level with me," Emma said firmly. "What aren't you telling me about these sessions?"
"Hindi naman... it's just very hands-on training. Very... intimate team bonding." Althea's voice was barely above a whisper. "Maya will show you the proper protocols."
Before Emma could ask more questions, they were pulling into the familiar pink-and-chrome entrance of Sogo Ortigas. Emma's eyes widened as she took in the obvious love motel aesthetic - the gaudy neon signs, the discretely tinted windows of other cars in the parking lot, the rooms with names like "Passion Suite" and "Desire Den."
"This is a love motel," Emma stated flatly.
"It's a... specialized conference facility," Althea mumbled, gathering her purse with shaking hands. "Very popular for corporate retreats."
They met the managers and Maya near the elevator, and Emma immediately noticed something was off about Maya's appearance. Her usually pristine blouse was wrinkled and slightly damp with perspiration, her pencil skirt was crooked and she was discretely adjusting it down her thighs, and her lipstick was completely gone despite having been perfectly applied that morning.
"Emma! Welcome to your first team building session," Maya said with forced brightness, though her voice was slightly hoarse. "I hope Althea explained the format?"
"She was... cryptic," Emma replied, watching Maya's face carefully. The older woman's hair was mussed and there was a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead despite the cool hotel air conditioning.
"Ah, well, these sessions are very... collaborative. Lots of close teamwork and personal connection building." Maya was smoothing down her blouse as she spoke, and Emma caught a glimpse of what looked like a red mark on the side of her neck.
Manager Santos appeared at Maya's side, his hand immediately settling on her lower back in a way that seemed far too intimate for professional colleagues. "Maya, you can take Room 239. We'll handle Emma's orientation in 237."
"Of course, sir," Maya nodded professionally, but Emma noticed how she leaned slightly into Santos's touch, as if accustomed to it. "Emma, just follow Althea's lead and you'll do fine. These sessions can feel... overwhelming at first, but the company really values participation."
As Maya disappeared into the elevator with Santos, Emma found herself being guided toward Room 237 by Althea and the remaining three managers - Cruz, Reyes, and Torres. The men were making casual conversation about quarterly reports, but Emma could feel their eyes appraising her body in a way that made her skin crawl.
"Althea," Emma whispered as they walked down the corridor, "what the hell is really going on here?"
"Just... just go with it, okay?" Althea whispered back urgently. "It's easier if you don't fight it. Think of it as... extended overtime."
Before Emma could demand a clearer explanation, they were inside the pink-walled room. She took in the heart-shaped bed, the mirror on the ceiling, the obvious sex motel décor, and felt her blood pressure spike.
"Okay, stop," Emma said firmly, crossing her arms over her D-cup chest. "I want a straight answer right now about what this 'team building' actually involves."
The three managers exchanged glances, and Torres stepped forward with a paternal smile. "Emma, part of succeeding in Filipino corporate culture is learning to be... flexible. Open to new experiences. Building trust with your colleagues and supervisors."
"That sounds like HR doublespeak for something I'm not going to like," Emma replied, her American directness cutting through the euphemisms.
"Look, Emma," Cruz said gently but firmly, positioning himself between her and the door, "you signed a very comprehensive employment contract. The team building requirements are clearly outlined, even if the specific... methodologies aren't detailed."
Emma felt her heart rate increasing as she realized she was being surrounded. Not aggressively, but definitively - the three men had positioned themselves to block her exit while maintaining casual, non-threatening postures.
"What exactly are these 'methodologies'?" she demanded, though her voice was less steady now.
"Intimate trust exercises," Reyes explained smoothly. "Physical team bonding. Breaking down barriers between colleagues."
Althea stepped closer to Emma, her voice dropping to an urgent whisper. "Emma, please lang. Just... cooperate. The company is very serious about these sessions. Hindi ka makakatanggi dito."
"I absolutely can refuse!" Emma snapped, but even as she said it, she was remembering the iron-clad contract she'd signed, the visa sponsorship requirements, the career opportunity this job represented.
"Of course you can," Torres agreed amicably, "but refusing to participate in mandatory corporate activities would unfortunately reflect very poorly on your performance review. Especially during your probationary period."
The threat was delivered with such casual politeness that it took Emma a moment to process it. They were essentially telling her that compliance was required for her continued employment.
"This is insane," she muttered, but she could feel her resistance weakening under the combined pressure of professional necessity and social expectations.
"It's just teamwork," Cruz said soothingly, stepping slightly closer. "Building connections with your colleagues. Nothing more than what any dedicated employee would do for the company."
Emma looked desperately at Althea, hoping for some kind of support or explanation, but her colleague just gave her a look of resigned sympathy.
"How... how intimate are we talking about?" Emma asked quietly, hating how her voice shook.
"Very intimate," Santos said simply, his hands already reaching for the buttons of Emma's conservative blouse. "But don't worry - Althea will coach you through everything."
Emma felt the first button of her blouse come undone and jerked backward. "Wait, I didn't say—"
"Shh, it's okay," Cruz murmured, his hands settling on her shoulders - not forcefully, but with gentle, inexorable pressure. "Just relax and let us guide you. This is normal here."
"Normal?!" Emma's voice cracked with disbelief as more buttons were being undone, despite her hands trying to stop them. "This is not normal corporate behavior!"
"In the Philippines, building personal relationships with supervisors is very important," Torres explained patiently while continuing to undress her. "Americans sometimes struggle with our more... collaborative approach."
Emma found herself being maneuvered toward the bed, not dragged or forced, but guided with gentle hands and steady pressure. Every instinct told her to fight, to scream, to run, but the social and professional pressure was overwhelming.
"Althea!" she called out desperately as her blouse was finally removed, exposing her lacy white bra and pale skin.
"Just breathe," Althea said softly, though her own hands were shaking as the managers began undressing her too. "It's like... like a work presentation. You just have to get through it professionally."
"A work presentation?!" Emma's voice was getting higher as Cruz's hands found the clasp of her bra. "This is not a fucking presentation!"
"Language, Emma," Reyes chided gently. "Professional decorum is still important, even during intimate team exercises."
As her bra fell away, exposing her large, pale breasts with their pink nipples to the humid hotel air, Emma felt a wave of surreal disbelief wash over her. This couldn't actually be happening. She was a MBA, not some victim in a bad corporate thriller.
"I want to call the embassy," she said desperately as Torres guided her to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Your phone will have to stay in your purse for security reasons," Cruz explained reasonably, as if this were perfectly logical. "No recording devices during confidential team sessions."
Emma's skirt was being worked down her hips now, and she grabbed at it instinctively. "Stop, please, I need a minute to—"
"The sooner we begin, the sooner it's over," Santos said patiently. "Resistance only makes these sessions longer and more difficult for everyone."
As her professional clothing was stripped away, leaving her in just her delicate panties, Emma felt her last barriers of denial crumbling. The men were being so calm, so matter-of-fact about the whole thing, that it almost felt like she was the one being unreasonable for objecting.
"How... how many employees have gone through this?" she asked weakly.
"All of them," Althea replied quietly, now naked herself and positioned on the bed beside Emma. "It's just part of working here."
The casual way Althea said it - as if sexual compliance were as routine as filing reports - sent a chill through Emma's chest. She looked around at the three naked managers approaching the bed, their expressions expectant but patient, and felt reality fully hit her.
"I can't believe this is actually happening," she whispered.
"It's happening," Torres confirmed gently, positioning himself between her trembling legs. "And the sooner you accept that, the easier it will be for everyone."
As Emma felt hands guiding her onto her back and spreading her thighs apart, her last coherent thought was a mixture of outrage and bewildered resignation. Somehow, through social pressure and corporate manipulation, she was about to be fucked by her new supervisors in a Manila love motel - and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.
"Just think of it as extended orientation," Althea offered weakly as Torres positioned himself at Emma's entrance.
Emma's response was cut off by a sharp gasp as she felt the first invasive pressure, her blue eyes going wide with shock and unwilling arousal.
"Oh god, oh god," Emma gasped as Torres pushed deeper into her tight channel, her blue eyes wide with shock at how her body was betraying her with wetness. "This can't be real, this can't be—"
"Emma, listen ha," Althea said nervously from beside her, trying to maintain some semblance of mentoring even as Reyes spread her own legs wider. "When they penetrate you like this, you have to... you have to breathe through it. Hindi mo pwedeng mag-tense up because—"
Cruz suddenly grabbed Althea's face and pulled her into a brutal kiss, his tongue invading her mouth aggressively while she tried to continue speaking. Her muffled attempts at instruction mixed with moans as Reyes began thrusting into her, making her body rock against Cruz's mouth.
"I'm supposed to be learning from this?!" Emma panted incredulously as Torres found his rhythm, her pale skin already starting to glisten with sweat. "This is insane!"
"It's... it's just work," Althea managed to gasp when Cruz finally released her mouth, saliva glistening on her lips. "Like Maya always says, treat it as... as professional development. When they do this—"
Another aggressive kiss from Cruz cut her off mid-sentence, this one even more possessive as his hands roamed her body. Emma watched in fascination and horror as her supposed mentor was reduced to muffled moans while being fucked and kissed simultaneously.
"Some mentor you are," Emma muttered, then cried out as Torres hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. "Fuck! Why does this feel—"
"Because your body is designed to respond," Santos explained matter-of-factly as he positioned himself near Emma's head. "Fighting it only makes the sessions longer and more uncomfortable for everyone."
Sweat was beginning to form where Torres's body pressed against Emma's pale skin, their combined heat making everything slippery. She could feel droplets of his perspiration falling onto her breasts as he maintained his steady pace.
"Althea!" Emma called desperately as she felt her body beginning to respond despite her mind's protests. "Help me understand what's happening!"
"Try to—" Althea began, but Torres suddenly leaned down and captured her mouth in yet another aggressive kiss, effectively silencing her attempted guidance. When he pulled away, she was gasping and flushed. "Try to separate your mind from your body. Think about... about quarterly reports or something clinical while they—"
"While they what?" Emma demanded, her voice getting breathier as unwilling pleasure built inside her.
"While they use you," Althea finished quietly, then moaned as Reyes adjusted his angle inside her. "It's easier if you think of yourself as... as office equipment. Very expensive, very important office equipment that needs regular... maintenance."
"That's the most fucked up thing I've ever heard!" Emma gasped, but even as she said it, she found the mental framework oddly helpful. Treating this as some bizarre corporate duty rather than assault made it marginally more bearable.
The room was growing humid with their collective exertion, sweat beginning to coat all their bodies as the managers established their rhythms. Emma could taste salt on her lips, could feel how Torres's perspiration was dripping onto her chest where their bodies pressed together.
"Position change," Cruz announced after several minutes. "Emma, hands and knees. Althea, show her proper form."
"Wait, I don't think I'm ready for—" Emma began, but gentle hands were already guiding her into position.
"Okay, for doggy style," Althea explained nervously as she demonstrated beside Emma, "you want to arch your back like this to control the depth because—"
Santos grabbed Althea's hair and pulled her into another aggressive kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth deeply while Cruz positioned himself behind Emma's raised ass. When Santos released her, Althea was breathing heavily.
"Because if you don't control the angle, they can go too deep and it becomes... uncomfortable," she finished, her voice shaky.
"More uncomfortable than this already is?" Emma asked incredulously as she felt Cruz's cock pressing against her entrance from behind.
"Much more," Althea confirmed just as Reyes thrust into her again, making her cry out. "Trust me, you want to—oh god—you want to maintain some control over—"
Another kiss silenced her, this one from Torres who had moved to her other side. Emma watched her mentor being passed between aggressive mouths while trying to offer guidance, the absurdity of the situation making her laugh bitterly even as Cruz entered her from behind.
"This is so fucked up," Emma panted as Cruz began moving inside her, the new angle hitting different spots that made her body respond involuntarily. Sweat was already forming where their skin met, his hands gripping her pale hips as he established his rhythm.
"You'll adapt," Althea promised breathlessly between kisses, her own body rocking from Reyes's thrusts. "Everyone does. It becomes just another part of the job, like... like filing reports or attending meetings."
Twenty minutes later, both women were thoroughly sweaty and flushed, their bodies glistening with perspiration as they were moved through various positions. Emma's blonde hair was plastered to her head, and she could feel sweat dripping down her back as Torres took his turn behind her.
"Phone time," Santos announced, producing both women's phones from their purses. "Family check-ins. Remember - work emergency, overtime required."
"You want me to call my parents while being fucked?" Emma asked in disbelief as Torres continued his steady rhythm inside her.
"It's standard protocol," Althea explained, accepting her own phone with practiced resignation. "Just keep your voice steady and don't mention—"
Cruz silenced her with another aggressive kiss, his hands roaming her sweat-slicked body while she tried to dial. When he released her, she was gasping and flushed.
"Don't mention the real nature of the overtime," she finished weakly.
Emma watched in amazement as Althea managed to conduct a normal conversation with her mother while Reyes pounded into her from behind, her voice only occasionally catching when he hit particularly sensitive spots.
"Yes, Mama, emergency client presentation," Althea said breathlessly into the phone. "Will be home late... probably 9 PM... yes, I'll eat dinner here at the office—oh!"
She covered the phone quickly as Reyes made her moan, then continued the conversation while sweat dripped down her body.
"Sorry, just... just dropped some papers," Althea lied smoothly. "Yes, love you too, Mama."
When it was Emma's turn, Torres's hands steadied her as she dialed her parents in Connecticut, his cock still moving slowly inside her wet channel.
"Hi Mom," Emma managed, her voice carefully controlled despite the ongoing penetration. "Just calling to let you know I'm working late again. Big client emergency."
"Oh honey, these Filipino companies work you so hard," her mother's voice came through clearly. "Are you eating enough? You sound a bit breathless."
"Just... running around the office a lot," Emma replied, then bit back a moan as Torres shifted his angle. "Lots of... collaborative work with my colleagues."
Behind her, Torres was fighting back laughter at the description, his hands gripping her sweat-slicked hips as he continued his steady rhythm.
"Well don't work too hard, sweetheart. Remember to take care of yourself."
"I'm in very... good hands here, Mom," Emma managed to say, her voice strained as Torres picked up his pace. "The management is very... hands-on."
After ending the call, Emma dropped her head forward, sweat dripping from her face onto the soaked sheets below. "I can't believe I just did that."
"It gets easier," Althea assured her, though her own voice was hoarse from the extended session. "After a few months, you barely think about it."
"A few months?!" Emma's voice cracked with disbelief. "How often do these 'team building' sessions happen?"
"Monthly mandatory meetings," Torres explained casually as he continued thrusting. "Plus quarterly reviews with upper management, and special sessions for holiday bonuses."
"You're telling me this is my job now? Getting fucked by managers in love motels?"
"It's a very competitive benefits package," Santos pointed out reasonably, as if they were discussing health insurance. "Most companies don't offer this level of... personal attention to employee development."
The session continued for another hour, with the managers rotating between both women while maintaining casual conversation about work schedules and project deadlines. Emma's body was constantly slick with sweat, her pale skin glistening under the hotel's harsh lighting as she was passed between eager hands.
"Final position," Cruz announced as the clock approached 8 PM. "Althea, time to show Emma advanced techniques."
"Advanced?" Emma asked weakly, her body already trembling from multiple orgasms she'd been unable to prevent.
"Double penetration," Althea explained with practiced resignation. "It's... it's part of senior employee responsibilities. Don't worry, I'll talk you through—"
Torres grabbed her face and kissed her aggressively before she could finish the explanation, his tongue exploring her mouth while Cruz and Santos positioned themselves at both her holes.
Emma watched in fascination as her mentor was systematically filled by two cocks while trying to offer guidance between aggressive kisses, her voice reduced to muffled moans and fragments of instruction.
"The key is to—" kiss "—relax completely and let them—" kiss "—control the rhythm because if you fight it—" another brutal kiss that left her gasping.
"This is insane," Emma whispered, but she couldn't look away as Althea was thoroughly used by multiple men simultaneously, her body glistening with sweat and other fluids.
"Putangina," Emma gasped in newly-learned Tagalog as her body watched Althea take both cocks, her pale skin flushed pink from exertion and unwilling arousal. "This is so fucked up."
"Language, Emma," Cruz chided from where he was preparing to demonstrate the position on her next. "Professional attitude, remember?"
The absurdity of being lectured about professionalism while watching her mentor get double-penetrated made Emma laugh bitterly, even as unwilling fear and anticipation built in her core.
"You'll get used to it," Althea promised breathlessly between the aggressive kisses that kept silencing her instructions. "Maya did. I did. You will too."
By the time they finished, both women were exhausted, sweaty messes. Cum leaked from multiple holes while perspiration covered every inch of their skin. Emma's blonde hair was dark with sweat, and she could taste salt when she licked her lips.
"Excellent session," Torres declared with satisfaction. "Emma, you show real potential for advancement in our corporate structure."
"Next month, you'll be ready for the quarterly review format," Santos added, his hands still casually groping Emma's cum-and-sweat-covered breasts. "Director Villanueva will be very pleased with your progress."
As they cleaned up, Emma noticed how the men continued their touchy behavior - hands constantly on both women's bodies, stealing kisses, groping flesh even as they dressed. The sticky evidence of their "team building" clung to her skin beneath her rumpled business attire.
"You did well for your first time," Althea said professionally as they headed back to the car, cum still leaking down both their thighs. "Next month will be easier."
"There's going to be a next month?" Emma asked weakly.
"Oh yes," Althea confirmed matter-of-factly. "It's a very comprehensive professional development program. You'll love the Christmas bonus format - it's a whole weekend retreat."
Emma stared at her colleague in the rearview mirror, watching how Althea had already returned to casual professionalism despite the obvious evidence of what had just happened to them both.
"Welcome to Philippine corporate culture," Althea added with a tired smile. "At least the salary is competitive."
Just another successful orientation in the modern Filipino workplace.