My name is Jim, James Hoggard, actually.
I drive by the local university every morning on my way to work.
Often there is heavy traffic and I catch many of the stoplights. I spent my time watching the female coeds. All shapes and sizes, some pretty, some not.
Listening to the news on the economy I knew that many of those students were going into debt up to their eyeballs to have a chance at a good life.
Being an intense lover of the opposite sex, and having a vivid imagination, I have always fantasized about having the money to have a mutually beneficial arrangement with one of the coeds. I would pay for her education and such and she would be my girl toy from one to four years.
She would get an education and not end up owing a small fortune and I would get – well, you get the picture.
Recently fate smiled on me. I recently won the lottery, $25 million after taxes. My wife has a large family and to prevent any arguments over money I had the lawyers arrange the money be split into each of our names on separate accounts. I went so far as to give my wife 13 million while I took 12 million. A good compromise I thought.
On my last drive to work, passing the University, I sat at a red light watching the coeds cross the street. My fantasy surfaced and I smiled, knowing I had the means to possibly make it come true. But where did I start?
After much thought, I started in the gutter, so to speak. I approached a pimp in the downtown area.
"You want what?" The tall guy said with disbelief, as he sat in his Cadillac on the corner of Main Street.
I stated once more, "I'm looking to fund a young girl's education at the University in return for benefits.
"Benefits? You mean you want to fuck her?" He questioned.
Like I said, I had to start in the gutter. I answered, "yes! I know you probably don't handle girls from the University, but I thought you might know where to send me. Let me put it this way, it could be beneficial for you to help me."
"Speak English man!"
"$600!"
A smile appeared on the guy's face and he asked for my number. I handed him my card. Hey, millionaires need cards!
A week later the pimp called and gave me a number.
I called the number and set a meeting with a fellow named Charles a.k.a. Chuck. Chuck turned out to be a senior at the University and after 10 minutes of being interrogated I explained to him what I desired. If we came to an agreement, I would have to buy the girls "contract" which would vary according to the girl's worth. We arranged another meeting.
Four days later I sat in Chuck's apartment staring at five folders with a female facial picture on the front. There were three sophomores, one a junior and the other a freshman.
My wife is a blonde that I did not care to replicate. I stacked the folders of the freshman, the junior and one sophomore together and pushed them to the side.
I opened the other two folders, which contained two more pictures of each girl.
One of the remaining sophomores was a redhead and one of her pictures struck me dumb-founded immediately. One picture was of her sitting on a bed, her right hand supporting her weight as she leaned back slightly, legs stretched out in front of her. Her left hand lay on her left thigh almost to her knee. The hand appeared delicate and properly manicured, with light pink nail polish. You could see one breast, which caused my heart rate to increase slightly as it contoured to a peak like the top of a newly formed volcano. The nipple appeared a nice morsel. Her face was turned away from the camera showing her hair, a full bob style that hung just short of her shoulders. Most striking was her pussy, which was waxed bare, showing about two inches of sexually stimulating crack.
I looked at the stats to one side. Pamela a.k.a. Pam, 5'7", 132 pounds, natural redhead, she had turned 20 years old a month earlier. The other picture showed her dressed in alluring and lacey panties and bra.
I shut the other folder without so much as a glance. The Bob haircut covered her face slightly on one side.
"Tell me about her." I told Chuck.
"Brand-new to the stable, Jim." Chuck said trying to sound professional. "She says she's not a virgin but I have doubts. Her self-esteem is very diminutive."
"Diminutive?" I queried.
"She doesn't seem very sure of herself. Not very outgoing. Doesn't talk a lot. I've got a couple of the other girls tutoring her. I've been hesitant about sending her out quite yet. I can't get a bad reputation. I've groomed my replacement and I want to hand him a tight ship. I will still get a cut for two years. What college or university did you say you went to?"
"I didn't smart-ass." I replied. "Say she accepts my offer, how much to buy her contract? Let's keep in mind you haven't made a dime off of her yet. You seem a bit leery of her already."
Chuck pretended to ponder and figure before answering, "$10,000 firm."
"$6000."
"$7000." He replied, easily coming off of his firmness.
"$5000. I didn't get to be a millionaire by being stupid." I offered.
"$6000 and it's a deal."
"$6000 if she accepts." I said offering my hand. We shook.
Two days later I met with Pamela in Chuck's apartment. Chuck left to get some coffee.
She was dressed in form hugging jeans and a winter weight dark blue sweater, which accented her vibrant red hair while not emphasizing her chest. She was slim in appearance, her ass and hips sexually appealing, probably accounting for any excessive weight. She was more cute than pretty, her hair framing her face, but all in all quite attractive. Her nose and mouth were small and her eyes greenish.
As we shook hands, her height was a pleasurable 2 inches shorter than my own.
I introduced myself and told her I wanted to discuss a financial offer with her, as I directed her to the sofa. I took a seat in a chair across from her.
"Pamela you're here evidently to make money. I wish to make you a substantial offer." I began. "For your services." I could feel myself starting to feel uneasy. "I will pay off any amount you are in debt to date for your education and pick up the tab until you graduate. I'll supply you with an apartment off-campus, a rented car with local gas and a monthly allowance......... of $700. I chastise myself for doing most of the offering on-the-fly. But money was really of no great concern.
I detected a well-concealed look of disbelief or interest on Pamela's face. No doubt from the tutoring. She stared at me.
"In return, you agree to be at my beckon call with 24 hours notice and perform all of the services you would be expected to............ perform as Chuck's employee, though you'll no longer work for him are be under his thumb. You will provide a clear medical certificate upfront and whenever I desire. There will be no threat of pregnancy so there will be no use of condoms. There will be a six months trial period, after which one or the other can walk. You can consider this year's tuition paid in full should you be the one to decide to walk." I stopped to let all sink in
"I expect you to continue your life as usual, hence, the 24-hour notice. I am not a jealous person so dating is fine as long as you keep your legs closed. You of course will make no mention of our agreement! There will be travel involved when time allows, negating the 24-hour notice, and you will be expected to stay here during the summer, with brief visits to your family, certainly, allowed, which you will pay for. I read you are from Oklahoma.
"On the surface, you're very generous and seen like a nice man. Do I have to kill anybody?" She said with a smile.
"You will find me to be a very conservative employer." I assured her, smiling back at her. "You told Chuck you're not a virgin? Who took your cherry?"
Pamela looked down at her knees. She didn't want to answer the question.
"The most important thing I require of you is to be honest with me. I expect to be honest with you." I said the first sternly, the second a bit more tenderly.
"A bottle........... a rather long neck wine bottle. An accident really!" She replied sheepishly.
I contained my laugh and look of amusement. I had to think a minute before I could continue.
"I take that to mean you have not been with a man?" I finally said. "But apparently you enjoy sex........... pleasuring yourself? You read magazines and such I suppose?"
"Yes to all! Now can we drop it?" She replied.
Pamela accepted my offer. The topping on the cake was that I, for all intents and purposes, was getting a virgin.
It took only two weeks to set her up on the eighth floor of a rather new apartment towers in the heart of Virginia Beach. The car took only a day. And I paid her first month's wages upfront. I told her we would wait until her apartment was furnished for us to "get better acquainted". I did however offer to take her to lunch every day and she accepted. I required numerous dinners as agreed with 24 hours notice. Given the name of the restaurant, she dressed accordingly and pleasingly to the eye. She handled herself well with confidence. I had chosen well, I thought.
An outrageous amount of money to give a woman for sex, you might chastise? She was not even "broken in", her talent unknown. That was a plus, I figured. I was filthy rich! Add it up: I was helping an individual, keeping a girl off the street, $25,200 for three years allowance, $130,000 for four years of education with books, approximately $9000 for a three-year lease on a Mustang convertible plus $4,000 for 3 years gas and 37,000 for a three-year lease on the apartment. You could also add $300,000 for my intended travels. $500,000 rounded off! I never could be accused of being frugal. This is my fantasy!
You might think that I would be in a hurry to bed the young lass. Not so! I wanted to get to know her and for her to get to know me. At 46, there was a 20-year gap in our ages and I was well aware of the culture gap.
I suppose I should tell you, the reader, as I would eventually tell Pamela, that I am married quite happily with four children, them too nearing college age.
You wonder how I'm going to work all of this into a time schedule. I found out, quickly, that a rich woman, a giver when she was not rich - except for her wifely duties - is now out spreading the riches to family and folks in need. She spends even less time at home. She's building us a new house.......... a big one! She had very little time for me before and even less time now.
"So how is school going Pam?" I asked, sitting across from her in the Free Mason Abby church turned restaurant, having dinner on a Saturday evening, just over two weeks in.
"I'm keeping my grades up." She replied making me laugh. "I figured that was definitely a requirement."
"You're in the apartment now how do you like it?" I quizzed. "It's totally furnished?"
