Pennies from heaven, she thought, reaching out for the check. Camera flashes came from everywhere and tried to blind her. It hadn't sunk in yet the amount—a million, even. She was calm and collected, although her hands shook a little as the check passed into her hands. Oh jeez, how she needed this money, she was in debt and then some. The money would change everything; her mind raced, going from one place to another.
She wasn't very social and hated crowds and wanted to go someplace quiet and think. The guy handing her the check obviously expected some sort of speech from her, but not caring, she disappointed him by saying a simple thank you, shook his hand and walked off the stage and out of the cameras' lights. Two armed guards escorted her to her car and she locked all her doors and headed to the bank.
The bank was prepared to receive her and she was ushered to a room away from regular customers and given the royal treatment from some guy hovering around her calling her 'Madame'. When the deed was done, the check safely deposited into her account, she started to realize the full range of what a million bucks could do. First her debts would get paid, second she would find a better apartment and third she would enjoy some kind of trip.
Elizabeth Clayton was a woman used to having things her way. She was confident in her abilities and although she worked in a crappy little diner she practically ran the place. It wasn't' unusual for her to take charge when no one else seemed to want the task. Taking control of situations was a strong point and while she didn't force her ways on anyone she didn't have a problem with doing things her own way and getting the desired results. The money she'd won in the lottery was an enormous benefit; it would pay off her debts and allow her to pursue something more interesting than the local diner.
She imagined a trip on a cruise ship, in a nice sunny country, would be a good start. The problem there was, she had no one to enjoy a trip with. She was good-looking and all and had a fine body; she took care to keep herself in shape and had many boyfriends at different times, just...not one at the moment. She had one good female friend but was thinking of something a little wilder than a boring trip with a woman friend who would balk at any fun she might get them into and thought sex was a thing she had to give to a man for his pleasure only.
She knew better. She wanted some fun—not the kind with men, who would have quick gratification on their minds. She had failed miserably at finding one; the men she had dated weren't willing to explore the many facets of the act or give her the kind of attention she really craved.
Oh, wow, she thought this money would change everything! This could be good. If she couldn't find a guy, hell...she might try hiring a guy. She could think up many scenarios that would be more than fulfilling. She couldn't help but think that a guy that was trained to fill a woman's every need, willing to amuse her every whim, wouldn't be shy about taking her in ways that might scare the average male.
She was careful, she hadn't let anyone know about her winnings and had no intention of doing so. She could just imagine how many 'acquaintances' would come out of the woodwork being all buddy-buddy. If, indeed, she elected to go the route of hiring some hot guy, she would keep her money secret.
After a week of musing and throwing the idea around, she started a search—innocent enough, just entertaining her thoughts. She began searching ads in the bewildering world of the Internet. It seemed a dauntless task, but not being one to give up or even flinch at the seemingly impossible, she narrowed down the possibilities. And it was after reams of ads that she came across one she could work with.
"34-year-old, gentleman in all regards, willing to pleasure and or escort woman 24plus, fulfilling fantasies of her choosing. No scenario refused. Willing to supply all needed props, toys and clothing for said events. Will supply references, produce medical statements and test results to discriminating ladies. Prefer unattached but willing to consider married as well.
"Contact Russell R for more details."
Below was an email address. The ad was short and sweet and got to the point. She liked that—it didn't promise all kinds of things but sounded like he knew his stuff and supplying references...she realized they could be manufactured, but thought on meeting she would be able to tell if he was the right kind of guy.
A little disbelieving that she was actually emailing him, she tried to come up with the right words. After re-writing the email message a couple times and asking a few related questions, she finally hit the 'Send' button.
It was late and she went to bed; it was good not having to get up. She had called the diner just after receiving the money and told them she would not be working there any longer.
It was early afternoon when she sat back at her computer. She opened her email program and nearly fainted when she saw an email sitting they're waiting from Russell R. She didn't open it instead she looked around the crappy little apartment and felt as if someone was watching her and would scorn her for doing such a sinful thing.
A deep breath and a few seconds later opened it. Liz realized she didn't have to reply and could back out then. She also knew she wouldn't—she had a million bucks and was dying to spend it.
Liz
It is a pleasure to correspond with you. I have free time this month and would enjoy a meeting, in a place of your choosing. If that is your wish, I would ask you fill out the below questionnaire and think about where and when you would like to meet and perhaps we can come to a sort of understanding and clarify what you seek.
Yours, true and unabashed,
Russell R
Crap! The guy really was serious; the questionnaire was three pages long and at the bottom requested a doctor's certificate to be faxed, stating any illness or disease.
Liz had nothing better to do and started to fill out the questions. The first page was easy and asked general stuff like what color and aromas she liked... foods, places, and clothing.
The second page was real personal. There were "pick the best answer" type of questions on the second page. It said that clearly she should be honest as it would "heighten the sexual fantasy."
The third page was about him and what he did and didn't offer, even though his ad had said nothing was refused, here he was clear about a few bizarre things he didn't include in his "sessions" and she liked that he had his limits.
There was a picture of him half-naked, his shirt off. He had a nice chest, she thought, all big and muscular with light hair running down to his midsection. He had blue eyes and dark hair; his face, she thought, was kinda rugged in a handsome way. The email image wasn't great and she couldn't really see anything further.
Well he wasn't freaky looking or anything that was a good start. She thought a meeting in a coffee shop would do nicely and they could discuss what it was she thought she wanted.
Three weeks went by. With more emails sent, more emails replied to, the meeting was set.
