Lady Jane Claremore was traveling in her carriage when she saw him; he was young, in his early twenties perhaps and obviously from a poor family. Begging on the street corner, his head was still held high and proud - which of course meant that he wasn't doing very well - and he did have quite a lot of muscle on him. Admiring his form and the splendid features of his face, she wondered from what hovel this beautiful young man had crawled from - and why no one had picked him up yet! She had to admit that she was in a rather unusual position with her husband dead the past 15 years; at age 45 and a widow she had her money as well as her pick of men.
Not at all bad looking, the vestiges of her young beauty were obvious in the graceful lines of her face and the plump curves of her body. Of course her breasts sagged more than they had at a young age, and she was getting lines around her eyes and the corners of her mouth... but she was still an attractive older woman. She was also a very sexually active older woman with a hungry taste for the prowess and stamina of younger men, particularly beautiful younger men.
Her latest young man, having just reached the age of 25, had been released with a pouch full of money and many good wishes from his former patron. Lady Jane was quite sure that he'd do well for himself, and after the past 4 years of good service they'd finally tired of each other. Well, she'd tired of him anyway, she wasn't sure whether or not he'd tired of her, but it didn't matter anyway. It was really her desires that directed the whole event.
"Stop!" she ordered her driver, turning to lean out the window with a gracious smile on her face, the curves of her bosom very visible as she spoke to the young man, "Hello there, my name is Lady Jane."
"Richie Worthing," said the young man, looking somewhat confused. He had no idea why this elegant carriage with its attractive - if older - occupant had stopped. Especially because she wasn't holding out any money - not that he'd gotten money often from a carriage as fine as this one.
"How would you like to come and work in my household?" she asked, smiling genially.
"Excuse me?" the poor young man asked, looking extremely flabbergasted. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before... certainly no lady of any standing had even stopped to ask him for more than directions, much less give him a job offer.
"Come on in," she said, opening the carriage door, "We'll ride around the square and discuss details, if they're acceptable you can come home with me, if not then we'll drop you right back off here."
Her smile was kind and inviting... and was there something seductive in it? At any rate, Richie couldn't see what harm he might come to alone in a carriage with an older lady. If the carriage even started the leave the square he would definitely be able to overpower her long enough to jump out.
"Hello Richie," she said as he settled himself, her eyes wandering over the muscles that were just barely visible under his clothes, "So how old are you?"
"Twenty-two, my Lady." he said quietly, looking at the luxurious interior of the carriage.