I put a want ad out for a young modern thinking assistance, I felt it sounded better than "paid girlfriend." I hardly had time to meet anyone, but I was desperate for a younger adorable companion.
Sara emailed me answering my ad, she included a photo, and her resume. She was proficient in typing, had studied literature at college, and was looking for a job closer to the university. I immediately replied with a list of times to interview. Sara scheduled her interview at 9am on Friday, this was perfect as it would give her the weekend to move in.
Friday morning, I dressed in a modest black business suit, black square heel dress shoes, and had my hair arranged in a modest bun. I hoped Sara would be a good fit for my life as I was desperate to find a companion.
At five minutes till 9am my doorbell rang. I opened the door to a 5 foot 1" slim blonde girl dressed in a pink business suit, a red bow ponytail, and red high heels. She was adorable. I ushered in my home office; she handed me her portfolio complete with a list of references. Smart girl.
We sat across from each other, chatting about her experience, her future plans, and what she was looking for. She wanted to finish college and write romance novels. I assured her both would be possible with the position I was offering.
I advised Sara that I was looking for a modern companion and while she would be compensated including her room and board and college expenses, I might ask of her things that make her uncomfortable. She blushed and asked "what kind of things," so I moved to the otherside of the desk, leaned in to her, gently rubbed my lips across her, and unbuttoned one of her jacket buttons. Her breathing increased, as I whispered in her ear - I am bisexual and am looking for a younger girlfriend. Do you think you can be that?
Her face was almost as pink as her jacket. I gently kissed her lips and then asked her if she would like to see the house and what living accommodations would be offered. She shook her head yes, so I got up and led her up the stairs to my second floor.
I showed her to the room that would be hers, it had an adorable ruffle covered bed spread with a ruffled canopy. The furniture was French provincial with a light pink tint. The room smelled of hydrangeas and lavender. I showed her the massive closet and assured her that I would fill the closet with clothes tailored just for her. She smiled and asked what the door led to, so I showed her the massive bathroom connected to her room. It had a huge garden style tub surrounded by mirrors. A large walk-in shower with surround shower heads. A private toilet lav. A large floor to ceiling mirror, a small dressing table, and a beautiful sink area.