Wanted—a live-in housekeeper to provide cooking and maid services for a somewhat demanding older gentleman. No health-care activities involved. Free room and board, a generous salary, and one day off a week. Applicants must be youthful and attractive. Call the number below and leave a voicemail describing appearance and qualifications.
"In here my dear. Celeste is such a lovely name. Please call me James."
"
Thank you, sir."
He ushers her into the formal drawing room of the mansion. The furnishings are heavy Victorian, but masculine in style, with multiple leather sofas and chairs in various sizes. Two large portraits fill one wall. One is of distinguished-looking older gentlemen in Victorian attire. The other is of a severely dressed woman of middle age. Her stern expression detracts from the classic beauty of her face.
James is a handsome older man who somewhat resembles the gentleman in the picture. Celeste notes that James's formal suit is fashionable, expensive. She thinks his age could be anywhere from sixty to eighty, the ideal range for a Sugar Daddy.
He points to the portraits. "My illustrious ancestors. Don't let them scare you. Have a seat, please."
Celeste sits in a leather-padded, straight backed wooden chair. James takes a larger, more comfortable chair at an angle to hers. He is more than pleased with her appearance. A creamy-skinned blonde in her thirties, she is neatly dressed in a tight medium-length skirt and an even tighter, buttoned up blouse. Her pert breasts are molded by the fabric like shrink-wrapped fruit.
His mouth suddenly feels dry.
"
Did you have to come a long way?" he manages.
"Not far, but it took several bus changes."
Her voice is soft, the accent sexy. She, too, is pleased by what she sees. A large house, really a mansion, worth at least several million. An attractive man, more than twice her age, but healthy, and thankfully not fat. She knows she could not to follow through on her plan if the man were obese. The newspaper ad seemed promising. So far so good.
"Yes, public transit is not good in this part of town", he says. "That's why having a live-in housekeeper makes sense. Thank you for coming."
"My pleasure." She raises her eyebrows. "I was intrigued by your ad."
"Yes, well... Are your working now?"
She shakes her head. "No sir. I arrived in town only a few days ago."
James has lived alone in the big house for a year since his wife died. He is in his seventies, in good health, and ready to have a new female companion, one in which he can maintain his independence but still enjoy sex of the kind he likes. The woman will have to be attractive, and sexy, with the right attitude. She will probably be between twenty and forty, and badly in need of money. He knows that to get what he wants will be expensive.
Money, however, is no problem. His inheritance, plus fortuitous investments in the stock market have made him a multi-millionaire. Even after making substantial gifts to a number of charities, the balance in his portfolio continues to increase. He has no children or close relatives in need of an inheritance. He will use his wealth to get what he wants.
"You have a charming accent," he says to Celeste. "Where are you from?
"Finland," she says proudly, her radiant blue eyes sparkling.
He is enchanted. "My, what a long way
.
Do you have family here?"
"No sir. I don't know anyone." It's not quite true, but she wants him to see her as needy.
Perfect, James thinks. He likes the way she keeps saying "sir". But will such a pretty woman allow herself to be dominated the way he intends? He will see.
"Why did you leave Finland, if you don't mind my asking?"
"I had to get away from a bad situation. I thought I could find work here and start a new life. But it is not so easy, and my money is almost gone."
"I won't ask whether you are here legally," he laughs. "Have you had many interviews so far?
"Only one other. There are not many ads for live-in help, and that's the kind of job I need right now."
James sits back in his chair, studying her, wondering why such a lovely creature wants to work as a housekeeper. In his wildest fantasy he had not conjured up a woman like this. He decides to be straight forward.
"Celeste, I'm sure you are aware of your beauty. You surely have lots of choices. Why on earth would you want to work as a housekeeper?"
She crosses her legs, letting her skirt ride up to mid-thigh. "Oh sir, you are too kind. Many women in this city are far prettier than I. It will take months for me to learn my way around, meet people, and find a good job. In the meantime, I am broke and need a place to live. Housekeeping is one of the things I know I can do well."
"I am sure there are many things you can do well," James says coyly.
Celeste returns his smile. "Yes, there are other things..."
By god, I can think of a few
, James says to himself.
I'd hire her just to have her around to look at, but that would be too frustrating. I've got to be frank with her
.
"So you saw my ad. How do you understand the position?"
"The ad said you were seeking a live-in housekeeper and maid. It spoke of free room and board, and a generous salary, with one day a week off."
"True. But I believe it also mentioned working for a somewhat demanding older gentleman."
"Yes. I did wonder about that emphasis." She has a good idea of what he will be demanding, but she wants to make him come out with it. Then she can play hard to get and negotiate a better deal. A friend back home has coached her on how to line up a Sugar Daddy.
'I have interviewed a number of women," he lies, "but have yet to find one that I find suitable.
"If it's lack of experience, or cooking skills, I think I have...
"That's not it."
"Oh?"
"My first requirement is that the woman be attractive. I have been without female companionship for several years now, and I miss it. On that score, you certainly qualify."
"Thank you, sir."
'The second requirement is more difficult. I am looking for a woman who is willing to take direction and conform to my wishes without question...
all my wishes
.
He lets his eyes rove over her body, leaving no doubt about his meaning. She sits very still, meeting his gaze. He waits, expectant and curious, ready to show her to the door, and wish her well. After all, he can't expect to hit a home run with the first pretty girl who shows up for an interview.
"I am not naïve, sir," she says finally. "Or inexperienced in the ways of men and women. In fact, I quite like the game. But I am not a prostitute, sir."
"I have no interest in prostitutes." he replies firmly. "I merely want a housekeeper with an attitude and interests compatible with my own."
"
If I may be so bold, sir, why are you living alone? You are an attractive, well to do gentleman. I am sure there are many women who would be happy to meet your requirements."
He smiles, liking her more by the minute. "Maybe. But I don't want a wife or live-in girlfriend. I value my independence too much."
She decides to lay it on the line. "So you want a submissive servant, whom you can have your way with whenever you want."
Her frankness surprises and delights him. He can stop beating around the bush. "Precisely. I want to be honest with you upfront."
"And how is that different from a prostitute?"
