"What will I do, Lucy? I'm so stretched for cash and I already have two jobs. I can't afford to add another since I still need to study." Cara Thomas was in her third year at university and was having a hard time making ends meet. A tall curvy redhead, she made heads turn even when sitting down clutching a latte in a sidewalk cafe. Lucy touched her arm in sympathy, her warm brown eyes radiating comfort.
"Miss, I can't help but overhear you. I might be able to give you a job, but it's of a confidential nature. The pay would be enough to render your other jobs unnecessary. If you're interested, call this number and set an appointment." The gorgeous stranger sitting next table handed her a card that had Logan Engineering Solutions printed in bold typeface. So at least he's not some sleazy model hunter on the loose, offering cash for nude pics.
Cara had been conscious of his eyes on her, and she had to admit that she liked the attention, as the guy was just smoking hot. She had been hoping he'd maybe offer her a hook up or something, but this is fine as well, if it earned her a job that pays well. "I would do that, thank you. Can I call this number now?"
"Call in a couple of hours," so saying, he stood up and left.
"Wow, I won't mind working under him, over him, and in any way for him," Lucy teased her. They both checked out his ass as he walked down the street. He looked expensive, and he looked like he could give you a good time, if ever he loosened up, that is.
Cara stood staring in awe at the majestic lobby of the high-rise she entered. She had set up an appointment for 11am the next day and here she was, nervous and not knowing what to expect. She has had a restless night, thinking about the handsome stranger who handed her the card. Well, she had some steamy fantasies, too, and ended up with her B.O.B well used.
Cara had dressed as smartly as she can, wanting to impress whomever she needed to impress. She took out the smartest outfit that she had, a navy blue pinstriped pencil skirt and suit she wore to a funeral. Her stiletto also made it out of the closet, as she only had this to match the outfit.
She was directed to the penthouse floor by the icy blonde manning the reception. A kindly secretary ushered her into a dark-paneled office and she came face to face with the hunky stranger again. "Mr. Logan, your eleven o'clock appointment."
He nodded to them both and indicated she take a seat at one of the cushy chairs in front of his massive table. "Glad you came. Before we start, I have a non-disclosure agreement you need to sign first. You can't discuss anything we have talked about inside this room to anybody else, this is whether you enter my employ or not," he handed her a document and she signed it. She was not the type to blab, anyway.
"Ms. Thomas," she had already given her name and phone number to the secretary when she called, "my name is Dominick Logan and I own a vast conglomerate that takes up most of my time. I don't have the time nor the patience to build a relationship and all the drama it ensues. I don't want a family and I don't want to be trapped into a marriage. What I need is a social partner. You would act as my hostess for business dinners and a partner for those times when I need to have one." Cara nodded, thinking, she could do this. "In return, you would be well compensated and a suitable wardrobe with accessories would be provided as part of your non-monetary benefits." He named a sum that made her gasp. It would cover her tuition fee and more!
"Your study schedule will be prioritized, of course, but there will be times when we will be invited for weekends out of the country. I take it your passport is updated?" She nodded again, struck dumb by her good fortune. "There is a caveat. I want sex to be part of your job." Dominick leaned his hips against the desk and folded his arms, just waiting for her reaction.
"What?!" Cara knew it was too good to be true. Truth to tell, just looking at him made her mouth water, her panties wet, and her pussy clench, but still...
"We have chemistry, Cara, and I could tell you're also attracted to me. In normal circumstances, I could have picked you up yesterday and we could have spent the afternoon making out. But I don't want to raise expectations and I don't want a relationship right now. What I want is regular sex. You could have me and you can have more time to devote to your studies and not worry about money. You don't need to feel guilty about it since we want each other."
"I'm not a whore! What you're proposing is prostitution!" Cara started to rise but Dominick held out a hand to pacify her.
"Listen. I'm very much attracted to you. We could make a song and dance about this but if you want me, I don't see why you can't benefit from that attraction. I'm not denigrating you as a person but if I want a sexual relationship with you, I don't want your job schedule to interfere with my convenience. This way, we both win. It's not prostitution if you want me, the main job is to be my social partner, the sex is just a side benefit. Besides, if sex was not included at the onset, with all those weekends away, do you think we would be able to keep our hands off each other?"
Cara paused thoughtfully and then gasped out, "Is this like that 50 Shades shit where there's spanking or something? I'm not into that."
"No, definitely not. My name might be Dominick but I'm not a dom," he deadpanned.
Cara sat red-faced not knowing how to respond. He made up her mind for her when he suddenly reached for her hands and made her stand up. He drew her in between his legs and cradled her head with his hands. Looking deep into her eyes, he softly said, "I want you so much, please say yes." She nodded and he was there, giving her a kiss that melted her insides.
Giving herself over to his kiss, she pressed herself closer to him, wanting to feel his hard body against hers, the way she wanted to since yesterday. Groaning, Dominick cupped her ass, and she soon felt her skirt slide up, exposing her butt to the air, having worn string thongs. "No, someone might come in."
Dominick pulled back and staring at her, said roughly, "You make me lose control. You don't need to worry, the door can automatically be locked from my desk." He went around the desk and pressed something on the side. He sat and pulled out some documents. "You have to sign a contract before we proceed, and we need to lay some ground rules. You also need to give me your schedule so I'm informed as to your availability. I require exclusivity, both physically and jobs-wise, so you need to resign from your other jobs."
They eked out a schedule that had her going to his office everyday at eleven o'clock. He had a bedroom suite in the next room, and when she smirked at this, said, "it's used for more than just sex. I also use it to crash in." Cara felt abashed at her assumption, aware that he had got to be supremely busy to resort to a contractual "relationship."
