My wife and kids were out of town and I figured I'd run up to my favorite Coney Island and grab some carryout. I'm in my mid 40's, got a dad body, but I'm masculine and not too offensive to look at.
I get to the restaurant and sat at the counter and a gorgeous young lady came over to wait on me. I gave her my to-go order and sipped on a complimentary water while I waited. I could hear "Kaylie" (I know this because of her name tag) talking to another waitress about being glad to be home from college for 2 weeks over Christmas break. She also mentioned how much she needed to work every available shift because she needed the money so much.
Now I'm not some freaky player and I've never cheated on my wife, but truthfully she been going thru early menopause and hasn't want sex in a long time. I'm a guy that still wants it a lot. So at this point I'm craving this beautiful young girl in a bad way. I decide to go out on a limb.
When she was alone behind the counter I called her over, "Kaylie, I heard you mention you are a broke college student. Where do you go to school?"
"I go UMass. For economics."
"I see. Great school. I heard you tell your friend you needed money pretty bad," I throw out there innocently.
"Yeah, my parents are broke paying for my tuition and the jobs around school are hard to find. When I come home I work here every shift I can because I make good tips here," she explained.
"I'll bet you do. You're completely gorgeous!" I complimented her.
"Thanks," she said blushing.
"How'd you like to make $500 cash over the next week Kaylie?" I asked with a smile.
"Well yeah but how? You're not some pimp posing as a modeling agent are you?" she joked, but probably thought it was true.
"No, come closer so I can talk quietly," I leaned over the counter halfway. "I will pay you $100 an hour to go down on you. If you meet me once each day this week that's $500. Before you freak out let me explain a little farther. My wife hasn't wanted sex in a long time, she's out of town, and I'm lonely. I'm not asking you for intercourse, just to allow me to go down on you for about an hour each time. I'll be fully clothed."
"Wait what? Why? Hold on. I'm not a prostitute!" she assured me.
"I understand and I certainly am not trying to imply that you are. I just figured we both have something that we need and that maybe we could help each other out," I said trying to make her see the logic in this.
"Even if I did agree to this how do I know you're not some serial killer that's gonna lock me up in your basement for a year?" she asked.
"Very smart of you to be cautious but how about this, I'll give you my address and you can text a friend and tell her you're going to my house to look at a iPhone for sale or something. Tell her you want her to know where you are in case something happens." Then I pull a hundred dollar bill out of my pocket and show her. "Where else are you gonna make $100 an hour?" I ask in a tempting way.
Just then my order came up.
Kaylie grabs my bag and bring it over to the counter. "$12.65," she's says.
I hand her a $20 and tell her to keep the change.
"Ok wait. So you don't get naked at all and give me $100 to let you eat me out?" she inquires.
