Babysitting for Married Men 3 – a new career

“You alone?”

“Yes,” I said expecting him to want phone sex or another meeting.

“Look, something came up. I thought of you.”

“OK.”

“I have a client who’s coming in from England. Big shot with his firm.”

“Yes?” I mumbled.

“Well he asked me to set him up with a, you know, a date … well … not just any date.”

“And?”

“And I thought of you. You’re so smart and so beautiful, I know he would like you. He’s tall and judging by the reaction of the girls in the oce, very attractive.”

I was actually starting to get interested. I wasn’t exactly sex starved at school, but it was all so, so ordinary.

“So tell me more about this tall dark stranger.”

“Well he isn’t all that dark. He’s maybe 6’4, t looking, dark hair, light complexion, blue eyes. Maybe Dutch; in fact I think he has more of a Scandinavian accent than English. Rich as hell. But he’s married, too.”

Darn, I thought.

“His name is Sem Dijkstra.” He spelled it for me, both names.

I was getting interested all right.

“OK.”

“OK, what?”

“OK, I guess I’ll go out with him.”

“He’s coming in Tuesday; flying out Saturday mid-day. I think he wants to go out on Friday night — well not just go out.” Like I was just expecting dinner, I thought.

“OK”

“Look, he was expecting something else, but I hope this doesn’t bother you — he expects to pay. I hope you don’t take it the wrong way.”

I couldn’t talk for a while.

Then I thought about the tips I had received from Matt and Eric. As much as $100. When I was honest with myself, I already considered myself a whore. But for them it was also a relationship I wanted without the tips.

“I told him — I didn’t know what to say — I told him, uh, if you were willing to spend the night with him — uh — you would want — uh — ” He was struggling. “Uh $1000.”

How did he get off — oh my — oh my — I could use some extra money.

I tried to say something but my voice failed me.

Finally I croaked, “That’s a lot of money.”

“Yes.”

“But I would have gone out with him anyway.”

“But he expects to pay,” and he said goodbye.

Sem called me Tuesday night and we arranged for him to pick me up at 6:00 Friday evening.

I dressed to the nines but on the sexy side. A lacy black bra that showed thru my silky blouse, a black skirt that came just above my knees, black thigh highs, a black garter belt, and red see thru panties that all came from Fredericks of Hollywood. And the neckline of my blouse showed plenty of skin where guys like to see skin.

He was actually stunningly handsome in his silk suit. I think it was Italian but I don’t know much about this. I looked up at him and couldn’t hold back a huge smile.