Money Talks Pt. 04
I had a stretch of bad luck for the next week in Florida. I had no luck convincing women to give it up for money, and a couple got pissed off and headed for the store manager. One threatened to call the police, but her cell phone was messed up. I ran for the R.V. and got the hell out of there.
I decided it was time to leave the state and head out west for better pastures. I took the southern route through Louisiana and ended up in Houston, Texas. It was past time to get the R.V. serviced and cleaned, so I dropped it off and took a cab to the nearest Holiday Inn. The idea of having a shower larger than a closet and a real bed sounded too good to pass up.
After cleaning up, I got bored watching T.V. and decided to go down and check out the hotel bar and have a few beers. The place was pretty packed, and I found out why when the local band came out to do another set. I had my laptop bag full of some surveys, and a shit load of cash tucked inside. I wasn’t about to leave it in the hotel room.
As the waitress brought my first beer, I noticed a woman walk in. She was obviously a guest at the hotel. The woman had that look of a business traveler. Very dark hair up in a bun, black business suit, and pants. She sat down by herself in a booth at the back, and I thought she might be a possibility. Fortunately, the band wasn’t loud and played some old soft rock as I studied her.
I guessed she was about 35 more or less, and very pretty. It was hard to tell from across the room. She was petite and well curved in the chest regardless of her suit jacket trying to cover it up. When the waitress came back with my next beer, I told her to take the next drink to her on me.
“Do you want me to give her a message?”
“Tell her I’d like to talk to her if she doesn’t mind.”
“I will,” the waitress answered, “and good luck!”
I watched her surprise when she got the second margarita and them talking. The barmaid pointed me out, and the woman raised her glass to me and took a drink.
That was my cue, and I grabbed my beer and headed over to talk to her.
I went over to her table with my beer as she looked at me the whole way.
“Hi, I’m Matt, can I sit down?”
“Sally, sure have a seat.”
We shook hands, and I noticed the massive diamond on her left hand soldered to her wedding band. It was a statement that said, “No pussy for you!”
I took that as a challenge and wanted to find out what her price was.
I sat down and put my laptop bag next to me.
“So, why did you buy me a drink?” She asked.
“I wanted to say hello and see if I could interest you in a little survey I’m doing.”
Sally smiled, “Another salesman,” as she studied her drink, “I’m a hard sell because I do the same line of work.
“Great, then we should get along fine.”
Sally eyed me, “So what is someone so young as you selling?”
“I’m not selling anything,” I told her, “Just a college project I’m doing for my Master’s degree.”
“Really,” she replied, looking interested, “Tell me about it.”
“I’m collecting research about women.”
“I bet you are,” She laughed, “What kind of research would that be.”
“I have this theory that everyone has their price,” I told her, “That untouchable women such as you, could be convinced to do things for money.”
Sally looked at me, “You can’t be serious! Why do you say I’m untouchable?”
“Well you’re certainly out of my league,” I told her, “A sexy woman like you wouldn’t care about a dumb college kid like me.
I pointed at her diamond and wedding band, “Isn’t that what those say.”
Sally laughed, “Maybe I’m not married, and this just keeps the rift raft away from me.”
“No, you’re married, alright,” I told her, “I can tell.”
“Really? And what gives it away?”
The waitress appeared with another round and winked at me as she set the drinks down.
“I can just tell.”
“You’re a fascinating young man,” Sally replied and sipped her new drink, “You might be a little bit older than my son, and I find it hard to believe that you’re hitting on me.”
“Why?” I asked her, “You are a gorgeous woman.”
“Thank you, Matt, but I think you’re wasting your time.”
“Would you take my survey for a $100 bucks?”
“No strings attached?” She asked.
“Nope, fill it out, and it’s all yours.”
“Okay.”
I dug out a copy of it and a pen and gave it to her as the band shut-up at last. She filled it out smirking and laughing sometimes, but she filled it out. I gave her a new $100 bill which she put in her purse.
Sally handed it back to me all filled in, “That’s a pretty wild survey.”
“That’s why it pays so well.”
“Matt, so tell me did you think this up all by yourself?”
“Yes, but I can back it up.”
“Really?” She laughed.
“Yes, I think everyone has a price that would make them consider doing something they usually wouldn’t dream of doing.
“Like what?” She asked, “Give me an example.”
I thought for a minute as she studied my face.
“You travel and stay in hotels a lot, right?”
“Yes, more than I like, but it’s a living.”
“Let’s say you meet a strange man one night, and he offers you one thousand bucks cash to spend the night with him,” I told her, “Would you do it?”
Sally laughed, “Does your mom know what a nasty boy you are?”
“No, she thinks I’m an angel, so would you do it?”
“No, it would take more than that!”
“How much more?”
Sally laughed again, “You really are serious, aren’t you?”
“I am, so how much would it take for you to agree to that arrangement?”
“I don’t know if any amount would make me agree to that,” Sally replied, “I mean why would a guy spend that much money when he could get a girlfriend for free?”
“Maybe he travels all the time too and doesn’t have one waiting at home for him. Always traveling with no time to have a real relationship.”
“Well, this whole thing is hypothetical anyway,” Sally replied, “I don’t think that would ever happen, so I don’t have to worry about it.”
