As the days back in Manila turned to weeks, Matthew's life took a somewhat bizarre series of twists and turns, none more so than with the twins Mia and Tia. An absolute godsend in the wake of Mae-Lin's departure, there was something that didn't quite add up. A shrewd young man, he wondered why a sassy girl like Heather would foist upon her new boyfriend a pair of flirtatious young nymphs that oozed sex appeal. Whatever way he looked at it, things just didn't make sense and, not to put too fine a point on it, it was asking for trouble.
Matthew needed to get to the bottom of things, and quickly. Thus, whilst he went about satisfying his curiosity, the twins' visit was deferred for a couple of days, the added delay for peace of mind doing nothing for the state of the flat. Ironically it was going to need two pairs of hands to get the place back to anything like its appearance under Mae-Lin's regime.
The intercom buzzed and Matthew allowed the twins up into the apartment. Close up for the first time, he had to look twice – surely they couldn't be 18 as Heather had claimed. But apparently they were. Filipina girls being naturally small, it was a rarity to encounter one that stood above his shoulder. Yet these were petite like little china dolls, barely five feet tall in white trainers, faded jeans and sweatshirts with their jet hair tied back in matching pigtails.
Like two giggly schoolgirls around the handsome young man that was romancing their sister, they made in-jokes at one another's expense whilst vying painfully for his attention. Matthew paid little heed to their feminine wiles, for Heather occupied his thoughts entirely, besides which a bad feeling about the whole scenario still lingered.
Having talked through what he expected and what needed doing around the apartment, Matthew let them go, Mia setting off to the kitchen and Tia to the bathroom, heading to the study where the laptop had been re-housed. Primed and ready to go, the young man couldn't help but feel a modicum of guilt at what he was about to do. He was quick, however, to remind himself that they were, after all, two strangers in an apartment full of expensive artefacts.
There were rare vases scattered all over the place, galleries of original paintings on the walls and jewellery in unlocked drawers, not to mention an extensive range of expensive electronic gadgetry, all within arm's each. Keeping an eye on the pair, at least until he trusted them, was an absolute necessity. It didn't take much to slip an expensive trinket into a pocket and both girls were desperate for money. Plus there was little point spending endless hours with a surveillance expert if he couldn't take advantage of a few tricks of the trade. The time spent with Johnny Fucks certainly having not been wasted, this was just about the most security-conscious pad in the whole of Manila.
The spy cameras revealed the pair in split-screen precision: Mia in the kitchen mopping the floor, whilst Tia stretched up with a feather duster to rid the bathroom of a cobweb. The pair worked fastidiously, getting their dusters into every nook and cranny and scrubbing away weeks of accumulated grease and scum as their two lovely plump arses teased the camera. It was then that the telephone rang. "Matthew, it's Johnny, I found out what you wanted at last."
Not a moment too soon, the young man thought. Never for one moment did Matthew contemplate that HE would become one of Johnny's clients, though it made sense to use the best Manila had to offer in an effort to satisfy his curiosity. The instruction was simple: locate Heather's last boyfriend and pose a few timely questions. "He no want speak at first," Johnny disclosed. "I have to sweeten him up a little, but it money well spent."
"So what is it," Matthew mused, fearing the worst, "some kind of blackmail scam?"
"No, you way off mark, Matthew. I get impression Heather just a very insecure young lady."
The revelation rocked Matthew who'd feared the worst. "Oh, right..."
"Her sisters are like a test for prospective boyfriends..."
"Ah, the old honey trap routine."
"Exactly my friend. It means she must like you."
"So what happened to the last one?" Matthew enquired.
Johnny chortled. "What you think happened? Temptation too much for him. He slept with both of them of course. Next day he find himself dumped."
Matthew nodded. He wasn't sure quite how this made him feel about Heather. Setting a honey trap hardly endeared her to him. But then he guessed she had a right to vet potential husbands. "Cheers Johnny for a job well done."
"So if I you Matthew, I steer well clear of these naughty little sisters."
Matthew smiled, regaining his composure. Johnny didn't know him very well, did he? Ever since his time in England, the young go-getter had come to embrace danger with the same sort of disdain as Evel Knieval. No challenge was too extreme. If things worked out the way he planned, he'd get what he wanted from the girls – on his terms – and still keep Heather. It was just a question of biding his time and staying at least one step ahead.
And anyway, he had no designs on the girls, physically at least, and was rather enjoying just watching the pair as they worked up a sweat, their brows glazed. In fact, Tia had become so overheated in the bathroom that she'd removed her jeans and sweatshirt and was doing the cleaning in underwear alone. And a gorgeous little thing she was too, easy on the eye with tiny breasts and a tight bum.
Fifteen further minutes elapsed before Tia was done in the bathroom. He had to admit it looked pretty darn spotless, the white tiles dazzling once more, the silver taps glaring and the redwood surround sporting a healthy glow. He heard Tia call from upstairs: "Matthew, you like to inspect, yah?"
The young man grinned inwardly. Presumably it wasn't the bathroom he was expected to inspect but a nubile teen in just her bra and panties. He rose from the pc and headed up the stairs, passing her sister Mia who was still busy in the spacious kitchen, having got the worse of the deal. There was some real burnt-in black stuff on the cooker top and the walls were streaked with grease. "You're doing a great job," Matthew offered in encouragement as he passed the girl on her knees, rewarded with a forced smile.
He feigned surprise at seeing Tia in such a state of undress, stood in an innocent pose with one leg behind the other, hands by her sides. "It very hot," she stated with an explanatory pout, fanning her face vigorously. "You like what you see, yah Matthew?" she enquired coquettishly.
Retaining his cool and a motionless poker face, Matthew replied: "Yes, you've done a very good job, Tia. Though I'm not sure it's entirely appropriate for you to be dressed like that. You might get disinfectant on your skin and burn yourself."
Tia looked back inquisitively, surprised at his concern and how seemingly unaffected he was by her overt show of sexuality. "You want me to put clothes back on, yah?"
Matthew made no reply, deep in thought. A vague reminder from his younger years of seeing Mae-Lin in a French Maid's outfit struck him, back in the days when she had the figure for it. "Our former housekeeper might have left something behind you'll be more comfortable in," he disclosed, maintaining a straight face though inwardly thrilled at the prospect of getting the little nymph into a French Maid's outfit.
He summoned Mia too, her face registering surprise that Matthew remained fully clothed and unaffected. Clearly she expected to see Tia on her knees sucking his cock or bent over the bath being taken from behind. Was Matthew immune to her sister's undoubted charms? Mia leaned up against him to test the water, her palm brushing his cock, yet he merely eased her away. "Follow me," he suggested sternly.
Sure enough, there were two outfits in the walk-in closet. A little dusty with age, a good shake restored their colour. Matthew held them up to the light. "You want us wear those?" the twins gasped in unison, wide-eyed.
"I think it's for the best," replied Matthew gravely, giving nothing away. "I'd hate to be responsible for either of you getting hurt. I'll, um, leave you to get changed."
As he turned to depart, Matthew secreted one of Johnny's sequin-sized spy cameras above the closet door and dropped a microphone disguised as a button on the floor. The girls seemed totally bamboozled, the script torn up, regarding each other with surprise. Matthew, on the other hand, was enjoying the game immensely. From downstairs in the study he watched as Mia stripped down to join her twin in just their underwear. A self-satisfied smile arose on his handsome face as Mia spoke: "Oh gosh Tia, Matthew he make me so damn hot. When you think he try something on with us?"
Tia's face screwed up. "I not sure he will, Mia. I think he truly love Heather."
Matthew beamed. Things were working out perfectly.
Mia stamped her foot. "God damn, I so wet as well."
"Me too," Tia concurred.
The French Maid's outfits remained on the pegs for now as the two girls moved up close to face one another. From the angle the camera was positioned, Matthew couldn't quite make out what was happening, but he imagined that Tia had put her hand inside Mia's panties for she said with a lustful growl: "Oh you are wet, aren't you?"