I don't know why I never thought of this before. It's really just so obvious.
I'm a very successful lawyer. My work is all involved with corporate litigation. I've made literally hundreds of millions of dollars. One reason that I've been so successful is that my work is my life. I enjoy it, I'm extremely diligent. I've remained a bachelor, on purpose. I truly love sex with females but I have no interest in giving my life over to someone else. It has always been relatively easy for me to find female companionship. It has sometimes been difficult in getting rid of female companionship when she decides that she's more important to me than I think she is.
But, I've slowly begun to realize that I'm not finding female companionship quite as often as I used to or that I would like to. So far, I've avoided paying for it. Well, in fact, I probably do pay for it in that it costs noticeable amounts of money to wine and dine and entertain females. But I haven't hired professional prostitutes. I'm now fifty five years old. I go to a gym regularly and am in decent shape although nothing extraordinary. The days of being young and single and cohabiting with young and single females are long gone. I'm now dating divorcees or widows and they're less fun loving and more conniving about their sex lives. Usually more demanding than I really care for.
The result is, I'm having less sex than I would prefer. Although I am managing to live my life as I want to without someone else trying to control me.
Every week day morning, I leave my apartment and on my way to the office I stop in at a small coffee shop for a light, healthful breakfast. Coffee, fruit, toast or perhaps a muffin. For the past few weeks, I've ended up with the same waitress. She's very young, perhaps in her early twenties, perhaps not quite even there yet. She's not a raving beauty but she's got a healthy joie de vivre and supple body that makes her attractive. She's perhaps five foot six tall,with a slim, fit looking body. I can see breasts behind her proper blouses but can't tell much because she doesn't flaunt them. She has medium brown hair cut slightly short, perhaps to keep it under control easily. She's not a beauty but has a nice, even face. Her real plus point is that she's always pleasant, smiling, seems to have a positive outlook. In my own withdrawn way, I've actually become fond of her although I doubt if she's aware of it. Her name is Josie.
I never intended to become interested but I can't help but over hear her talking to another, much older, waitress. Apparently she's a student at some local college and she has money problems. She shares an apartment with several other girls to lower her rent and she gets mostly free food at the coffee shop (although I'm not sure management is aware they're feeding her). But school costs are higher than she can afford and she needs to occasionally purchase clothes and cosmetics and is afraid she may have to drop out of school which might mean she'll end up in a dead end job like she has for the rest of her life.
Of course she's telling all this to someone who is in that identical dead end job permanently. I gather that the older waitress is married but her husband is not much in the way of support so she must work. Which, if anything, helps make the younger girl realize that's not the way she wants to end up.
So, one morning, after paying and leaving a decent tip, I give the girl my business card. I say to her, "I have a business proposition to make to you so I would appreciate if we could arrange a time for a brief meeting." Later that morning, I receive a call at work from her and arrange to meet her mid-afternoon at a different restaurant than where she works.
It's interesting to see her somewhere else than at work and dressed differently. Although I'm not impressed with the blue jeans and blouse that she's wearing, she's actually even more physically attractive than I'm used to at breakfast. Perhaps it's the make up. I wait until we've both eaten. "I want to suggest something to you," I say to her. " I expect you'll not appreciate it immediately, may even be angry but please hear me out. I have over heard you talking about your financial problems. I have a suggestion as to how I can help you solve those. But it may involve something you will not find to your liking."
"I have more money than I need, by far. I suggest that, on the one hand, I become like a doting father and pay your college costs, provide room and board and even supply spending money as you need it. On the other hand, you live with me. You sleep with me. You probably feel like slapping me but please think about it. You have my business card so you can contact me." I get up and leave. I'll never forget the shocked expression on her face.
The next morning I stop in at the same coffee shop and she waits on me as usual. She takes my order and delivers it to me. Later she asks me if I need anything else and when I say I don't she puts the bill on the table. She then says, "Your proposition must have just been an opening statement. It leaves a lot undecided. How much of my life do I need to give up? What are the rules?" She then walks away.
Well, I think, she didn't say no. It also makes me think, what are the rules? So, as I pay her at the cash register, I say to her, "I don't know what the rules might be. I guess they're open to discussion." She looks me up and down and grins and turns away and moves to wait on another customer. So I leave. But I think about it all day. I also think that maybe she knows it's going to make me think about it. It makes me smile.
The next morning I see her again as she serves me breakfast. Have you ever figured out how much money would be involved in what you're suggesting?" She asks.
"Yes," I reply." I'm not sure where you're going to school but let's guess that the tuition and books could be $55,000 a year. Add another, oh, perhaps $10,000 in spending money and maybe that much again in food costs. Perhaps something like $75,000. If we manage to have sex 150 times that would mean it cost me roughly $500 each time, which is a bargain compared to what high priced prostitutes charge. However, I need to add that I've never hired a prostitute."
She just looks at me a minute, me sitting there with my muffin and coffee, her holding a coffee pot. "There are 365 days in a year. If we sleep together 365 times, why would we only have sex 150 times? Do you have some problem that you're not mentioning?" Before I can answer, she's gone off to other customers.
When I go to the cash register to pay the bill, I say, "No, I don't have a problem. I just didn't choose a good example."
