Thread: His Personal Whore II (doom29169&Midori)

Paul met her in a diner he had frequented before he inherited his money. She was always friendly, beautiful, well put together despite her working conditions. He had remembered her fondly and tipped her well even when he was broke. She was probably in her late teens, and married from her ring, but she did flirt with him. He knew it wasn't serious, more like she flirted so he would leave a nice tip, which he always did. Six months ago Paul inherited a massive fortune. In total something like 5 billion in assessets including cars, yachs, homes in six countries, etc. Basically Paul could buy anything he wants. So he set out to buy a whore. He tried actuall prostitutes, but there was always something missing. They were too compliant or maybe they weren't really loosing anything. He kept going back to that waitress in the diner in his head. He wanted her...specifically. So he came up with a plan. He devised a fake contest, the winner of which would get five thousand dollars cash. He had a private investigator find out everything about her. He found out a lot, but what was really intriguing was the fact that her husband was a drug user, and a gambler who kept them in debt. She was basically working to pay his debts off. It was perfect, he couldn't have asked for a better set up. He publicized the contest, taking applications, and waited for someone to apply in her name. It didn't take long. Once he got her application he annouced that a winner had been selected and had her notified by courier. The note explained that she had won, and that a limo would pick her up and take her to a press conference where she would claim her prize in one week. When the day arrived, he ahd everything ready. She was taken by limo to his mansion, early for the press conference. He had her brought into his private study and offered champaigne, strawberries, and caviar. He only kept her waiting long enough for a single glass, he wanted her to have that option before he appeared. When he did, he feined recognizing her, as if he had not known who she was when she won. He gave her the cash, and then sat across from her, making small talk. He steered the conversation to her personal life, and thats when he sprang his trap. I would like to make you a proposition. I find myself in need of well certain companionships. I have very...morouse...sexual procivities. Now now, I know that you are married, but hear me out. I am offering you 250 thousand dollars a year for 48 hours a week of your time. That got her attention. He layed out the deal. First, she would be under a hush clause, meaning she couldn't talk about anything she did while with him or basically he would own her grand children through debt from the judgement he would get. Then he went over what he expected. Simply put, he would own her for 48 hours a week, starting on Sundays. He could technically have her for four straight days if he choose, Friday night through tuesday afternoon. There were no limitations on what he could ask of her. Her rights were simple as well. She had the right to keep her identity secret in case of public displays or multi-partener escapades. She had the right to refuse, but refusal constituted an end to the relationship. She would leave with what she had earned in pay only. Pay wasn't all she would get though. Her package included three credit cards one with a 10,000 limit a month for clothing, one with a 2000 limit for incidentals to her job, like gas and food, and one with no limit for her personal medical expenses elective or necessary use of any of his vehicles on and off duty, including his yachs and private jets she could stay in any of his homes, rent free as longas she liked and a personal I-phone 4, with the dual cameras, so that she could always be in touch with him. He gave her the contract to look over. He then hurried her to the press conference and back to the limo for her ride home. The offer expired at midnight two days hence, which was all the time she had to decide on his offer.