The doorbell rang and it took me a few seconds to answer it. When I opened the door, I was very please with what I saw. She seemed to be about 45 years old, as promised in my phone call with her two days ago, but she was smoking hot. She had a face that was sort of long, with dark brown shoulder length hair that formed an oval around her face, and just enough make-up to tell me she was wearing some. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black, and seemed so deep I could fall into them and drown. She was wearing an overcoat in spite of the fact that it was warm outside that hid her figure, but even the coat could not disguise the fact that she was slim and shapely. I smiled widely and invited her inside.
"You must be Kelsey," I declared with certainty. "I am Todd. Welcome to my home."
"It sure looks beautiful from the outside, Todd, and it is probably just as beautiful inside." Kelsey was politeness itself.
"Come in, Kelsey, and let me tell you a little more about why you are here." She had a beautiful face with an alert expression, but laced with just a hint of apprehension. She wore some pale pink lipstick, and what might be some blush on her high cheekbones. The colors around her eyes highlighted her eyes rather than covered them, making them the dominant features of her face. They were dark brown and seemed to be pools of liquid, and they showed so much life they exuded excitement. All told, she was even more beautiful than the pictures she had sent to me by email. I led her to the family room, and sat on the couch. She sat near me, but not next to me. She still wore her coat, and I did not offer to take it from her at this point.
"As you can see, Kelsey, I have a large and beautiful house. I have designed it myself, and furnished it according to my tastes. And also, as you can see, my tastes are most decidedly masculine. I have lived alone since my divorce almost 20 years ago, so I can decorate how I want to. And it is almost 4,000 square feet, a large house for just one person, I am told by my two sisters constantly, and by my friends regularly. But I like it. A lot. Still, it is a big house. I have no problem keeping the kitchen clean, and my office is for me alone. But the rest of the house sometimes needs a little touch up here and there, and this is where you come in.
"I explained my ad to you the other day on the phone. Now I want to go into a little more detail. I need two things that I stated in the ad. First, I need light housecleaning. You know what I mean - sweeping, dusting, vacuuming, and maybe a little mopping every once in a while. If this works out, and you get to know me and my house, maybe you can straighten up here and there, put things away, even wash dishes once in a while. I want the bed linens to be changed every week, and the bathroom towels to be washed with the sheets. Only what I believe to be light housekeeping. Once a month, I expect to find someone to do the serious cleaning, but that is a separate issue. If you are at all interested in that, we can discuss it later." I paused for a few seconds, to make sure I had covered everything I wanted to say about cleaning. I couldn't think of anything else, and she jumped into the silence.
"And the other thing you need?" Kelsey inquired softly, almost gently. I noticed that her smile was so warm and engaging that I took a moment to bask in it, yet it was just a little hesitant.
"The other thing I need, Kelsey, is a little entertainment. I have been alone for too long. I hate the bar scene, and I simply am so out of touch with the dating scene that I don't know what to do once I enter a bar. Yet I absolutely love feminine company, and I miss having a sexy woman around. I have more than enough money to enjoy life, but I have no one to enjoy that life with. So I decided that it was time for a change. As I stated to you over the phone the other day, I want someone to clean my house who is scantily clothed. A classic "French maid" outfit is just fine, whatever you believe that to entail. Or beautiful underwear is even better. Whatever is tantalizing to me and fun for you. But at no time will I ask or expect you to be fully nude. I promise I will not touch you in any way while you are here. On the other hand, you may touch me if you choose. And you may touch yourself if you want. It is most important that you relax and enjoy your time here, because I want to be teased. If you are not enjoying yourself and your time here, I will know it, and I will not be as teased and excited as I would be if you were enjoying yourself.
"I will pay you $300 for two hours of your time. At the end of two hours, I will pay you cash and you may leave. If you want, you may clean up here, or take a shower, or whatever you decide. And once I have paid you, if you choose, I would like to take you to dinner. To a nice restaurant, where you may dress up and show off how beautiful you are. As I expressed to you the other day, inviting you out to dinner is entirely my option. If I find I enjoy both your conversation and your company this afternoon, I will invite you out to dinner with me tonight. If I enjoy our time together, I will ask you to make this a long-term contract - twice a week, on Monday and Friday, if it were my choice, but how often would be your choice. Each time will include dinner, but only if you choose. It is entirely possible that you will enjoy the housecleaning and the spending money, but not wish to participate in dinner. That will be entirely up to you and will have no impact on the more pragmatic side to our relationship." Again I paused to think if there was anything I left out.
"In the ad, and then again in our phone conversation, you mentioned the possibility of additional money; I think you called them tips. What did you mean by that word?" She seemed slow to inquire about what I meant by "tips," perhaps even a little embarrassed by asking. I smiled.
"Yes, tips." I paused, trying to put my words together. "I consider the stated fee to be the equivalent of the cost of dinner. It is fixed by the menu. But I have always tipped for good service, and even more for special service. And the only time I have tipped as low as 10% was when I was not happy with the service. If I am happy with the service, I tip my server anywhere from 15% to as much as 50%. To be more specific, I want you to enjoy your time here. If you do, I will almost certainly enjoy myself even more. And the more I am teased and excited, the more I will tip. But I am talking about being teased and entertained. I am not talking about you stripping naked, as I already said. Being properly teased is as much a mental thing as it is a visual thing. If I invite you back, and if you decide to come back, over time you will understand what teases and titillates me and my unique tastes. As you implement that knowledge, the tips will increase. Do you fully understand what I want from you? Do you have any questions for me at all?" I believed I had been a clear as possible, but I had no idea what her response to the offer was going to be. I hoped that her presence here implied a positive response, but my description of what I wanted was more detailed this afternoon than it had been a couple days ago on the telephone. I looked into her gorgeous eyes and waited to see if she was interested in the offer. Her response was quick in coming.
"So, you want me to clean the house to the point that it looks and smells clean. And you want me to be sexually entertaining while I do it. But you are not asking that I strip naked for you. And you are not asking that I have sex with you. And the indescribable balance between uninspiring and titillating is left undefined, but the amount of my tips will rest on my finding and exceeding that balance. Right so far?" I found that I really liked her ability to grasp and then to verbalize. I suspected this one was a keeper.
"Right so far," I nodded. "But I still hear a question in your eyes." I chuckled when she raised her eyebrows, those sexy almost black eyebrows.
"Yes, I have one more question. Why in the world would you ask for a 45 year old woman when we both know you could have a list of hot young women lined up at your doorstep to do this?"
"I told you I want to be teased and tantalized. That requires that we work together to develop a fantasy. And a fantasy works only as long as it seems possible. If I can't see the possibility of this fantasy ever coming true, then the fantasy collapses. There are hundreds of 20-something women who would go for this. Hell, there might be several thousand of them in the area, I don't know. But that fantasy could never come true. I could get sexually aroused by a young and sexy woman, but I could never get properly teased and tantalized by a fantasy involving a woman that young. I wanted this to work with a woman more my age. And before you say anything, I need to tell you that there is no such thing as a perfect body. And even if there were a perfect body somewhere, I am not convinced it would be encasing a 25 year old woman. I wanted an older woman that was more mature - it is just that simple." I sat back, confident that I knew what I wanted and what would be the most exciting image for me to build this fantasy. And since this was my fantasy I was pursuing, I didn't want to start out with something that I knew would fail in the long run.
She paused for a few seconds, and then nodded.
