To the average outsider, Paul had the world at his feet at the age of thirty. He'd been in charge of the entertainment agency since his father passed away four years earlier.
He had a beautiful, spacious office that showed the city's skyline behind his desk, fine, mahogany furniture, with a imported leather couch in one corner.
He drove a vintage Mercedes, lived in a dazzling condo in the best part of the city, and money seemed endless.
And he was attractive; a shade under six feet tall and a hair away from an even 200 pounds, eight-inch cock, olive skin, dark hair, and hazel-green eyes.
Paul could have had sex when he wanted it, but it wasn't just sex he wanted. He wanted to make love, for it to actually mean something.
He often dreamed of a woman to share what he had, to have the warm body in his bed of someone that he cared about and who would return the ardor.
He did have a girl once. Ashton had also come from a good family and was a gorgeous blonde, but she'd been a total bitch, verbally abusive to him and full of herself in general.
She was very conscious about her appearance, vowing to stay model thin and had gotten a boob job on top of that.
He really didn't find the fake tits or seeing her ribs sexy, but she was better than no woman at all at the time.
Nevertheless, he had planned on getting married, but Ashton was not only uptight about sex with him, but also made it clear she didn't want to have children.
Paul had found out later she'd been running around on him the entire time with her family's gardener.
He had everything.....but why couldn't he find a good woman like his friends and colleagues had? Christ, even the kid in the mail room had a girlfriend.
But even without having the right woman in his life presently, there were times Paul did get horny; they were rare nowadays, but for the times they happened and jerking off didn't do the job, it wasn't uncommon for him to call up an agency for an escort.
The girl would come to his office, be paid for her services, get on her knees and suck his cock, followed by a quick, impersonal fuck on the leather couch before she would dress and leave.
And he still felt empty.
Paul's luck began to change one Friday evening when he had been the only one left in the office, working late on a project.
It had started when he had heard something fall out in the lobby outside of his office, and he'd gone to investigate.
What he found there was the cleaning woman picking up a picture from the wall that had fallen, but it wasn't the type of cleaning woman he'd expected.
Christy was nineteen, a pretty young woman at 5'2 and 145 pounds, full breasts, a rounded ass, copper-colored hair and clear blue eyes.
She too had come out of a relationship, or what crudely passed for one when Anthony hadn't been screwing around on her with every slut in sight, saying if Christy wasn't getting so fat, he wouldn't need to go fuck other women.
Finally, she'd had enough, packed up while Anthony had been at work, moved in with a friend and gotten the cleaning job, Paul's agency being her assignment when the previous cleaning woman had retired.
It had been her first night there alone and she'd been startled when she spotted Paul, not expecting anyone to still be in the building outside of the old security man downstairs that had let her in.
"I'm sorry..." she stammered. "It fell while I was cleaning."
Paul gave her a smile, liking what he saw. "It's perfectly fine. You didn't get hurt, did you?"
"No...no. But it's my silly fault; I should have gone downstairs and asked James for a ladder before trying to reach so far. Being short is a pain in the ass."
"Well, maybe I shouldn't have had the decorators hang things so high," he smiled at her again. "You know, I'm just about to finish up some work and would love some company once you're done."
"Okay," she smiled shyly, wondering if this guy always asked cleaning ladies to keep him company, especially with him being so attractive. He had to have a wife or girlfriend, didn't he?
Paul nodded, going back into his office, this time leaving the door open.
He watched her for awhile, giving off a small, very low groan when Christy had bent over to pick up something she had dropped.
God, she has a wonderful ass, he thought. I bet her husband or boyfriend has a great time with her.
Paul continued to stare, marveling that even in her uniform, Christy looked like a woman should, not like some bony, adolescent boy.
He was mostly an ass man, and she had one of the best he'd seen in ages.
Yes, sir, in the body department, she would have put that skeleton Ashton--and her silicone tits-- to shame!
And, he would find out later, Christy had a bubbly personality to match. They would talk for a long time that first night, Paul offering to take her for a late dinner.
"Oh, I'm not really dressed for that," Christy protested, gesturing at her uniform. "I just got some jeans and stuff downstairs to change into after work."
"It's not anything fancy," he laughed. "Besides, I like your company; I could care less how you are dressed."
"Are you always this nice to the cleaning girls?" she smiled.
"Only the nice ones," Paul grinned at her again. "But maybe you should call your husband and say you're going to be late first."
"Oh, I'm not married," she said.
"Well, your boyfriend then," he corrected himself.
"I don't have to worry about that either."
"There's no man in your life at all?" Paul asked, secretly elated.
Christy shook her head. "There was someone, but I dumped him a couple of weeks ago. He cheated on me and kept saying it was because I was fat."
Paul couldn't believe what he was hearing. FAT? What the hell was wrong with guys these days? Christy was absolutely perfect, and he told her so.
"You don't think I'm fat?" Christy asked, hardly believing her ears.
"You're a lovely woman. There's going to be some lucky man out there that will bend over backwards to have you."
They had gone to dinner after she'd changed her clothes, discussing their lives and finding that despite their age difference, had a lot of common interests and goals.
Paul had taken her home afterwards, seeing that she got in safely before going back to his own empty condo.
