The Proposition

The Proposition

Making the Deal

I have been rather successful in life thus far. Shortly after graduating from high school, I had started an internet dating site as a hobby. For some reason that little hobby turned into a very lucrative business. Though I struggled to make ends meet the first year my site was in business, it took off like a rocket after that. Over the next few years, my hobby provided me with a very comfortable living.

About five years ago, a major internet player made me an offer for my dating site. I couldn’t refuse. Their agent told me they could grow my site even more and offered me one hundred million dollars for it. Of course, I accepted their offer on the spot.

With the proceeds of the sale of my dating site, I bought a large house on several acres of land. It was located about two blocks from the local high school. It was also only a few more blocks in the opposite direction to the community college. Part of the allure of that location was that it afforded me the opportunity to watch the young people, especially young women, parading past my home after their high school and college classes.

The first year following the buy-out of my dating site, in addition to my home and its property, I bought many high powered toys. A speed boat, several high performance cars, including a ’63 split window Corvette, and a small plane. I made no attempt at concealing my wealth. Though I was friendly enough, I didn’t care what others thought of me or my lifestyle.

Now, at forty-two years of age, I am quite well off. I haven’t needed to work in years. I spend my time playing with my high-powered toys and tending to the landscaping of my large yard. I can easily afford a grounds keeper, but I enjoy the exercise. The work has the side benefit of keeping me in reasonably good physical condition.

One hot summer afternoon, I had been using my lawn tractor to mow the grass. One of the lovely young women I recognized as a high school student waved at me from the sidewalk in front of my home. When I waved back, she beckoned me over to were she was standing.

As I approached her, I took the opportunity to check her out. She stood about 5 feet 5 inches with a slender build. She may have weighed 120 pounds. She had long shiny blond hair pulled back into a ponytail and a cute round face. She was wearing a dark blue skirt that snugly wrapped around her hips and butt. It came to just below her knees. One of the things I noticed about her was her chest. She had on a white blouse that did little to hide the cleavage of her ample breasts. The two top buttons of her blouse were open and offered a nice view of that cleavage. As I approached she smiled broadly. Her bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle.

I spoke first. “Hi! Can I help you, Miss?”

She tentatively replied, “I don’t know.” She seemed nervous and unsure of herself.

I waited patiently as she hesitated. She bit her lower lip for a few seconds then began to speak. “Actually, I do know. I’m just nervous and don’t know how to tell you what I want. No, what I need. Please be patient with me.”

“It’s alright. Take your time. I’m in no hurry.” I tried to calm her.

She eventually began to speak again. Her nervousness caused her to stuttered as she spoke. “I need your help, and I don’t now how to ask for it. I’ve never had to ask anyone for something like this.”

I held out my hand and said, “Miss, my name is James Hunt. Most people call me Jim. If you’re going to ask for a favor, you should probably know my name.”

The nervous teen took my hand and smiled.

I could feel her hand trembling. I noticed a bead of sweat slide down from her throat and disappear between her breasts. I smiled back at her and offered a suggestion. “Would you like to come inside and have a glass of iced tea or something. That may help you get out what you want to say to me.” I continued, “Besides, it is hot today and I need a break from the sun.”

The young lady tentatively shook my hand. “I’m Jenny Atkins. A glass of tea would be nice, if you don’t mind.”

I left the mower where it was and led Jenny up the driveway to my front door. She seemed to be deep in thought as we made our way up the drive. She never said a word as we walked. I too remained silent. That silence allowed her to work out what she wanted to say without interrupting her thoughts.

Once inside, I pointed her to my couch while I got us each a glass of iced tea. When I returned, Jenny still looked like she was about to loose her composure. Sipping her tea appeared to help her relax just a little.

I broke the ice by asking a few simple questions. “Jenny, how old are you, darling?”

She replied, “I’ll be nineteen in November, Sir.”

“It’s Jim remember? Do you attend the local college?” I asked.

“No Jim, not yet. That is part of my problem.”

“Well, why don’t you tell me all about it. Maybe there is something I can do to help.”

“Okay, I’ll try. You see, my parents were killed in a house fire last spring. I have no other family and very few possessions. I have been staying with some friends since then so I could finish high school. I have earned excellent grades in high school, and I had planned on going to the nearby community college. I had won a scholarship provided by a small company here in town. They were going to pay for everything including my tuition, books, lab fees, dorm fees, and even my meal ticket. Unfortunately, due to the poor economy, that company has fallen on hard times and has informed me that they can no longer afford to fund my scholarship. The new semester starts in a few weeks, and unless I find a new source of funding, I will be unable to go to college.” Jenny paused to take a sip of tea and a deep breath.

I took the opportunity to ask her a couple of questions. “So Jenny, how can I be of assistance to you? Do you want a loan from me to cover your expenses?”

“No Sir, I mean Jim. I had another idea in mind. I don’t think I could ever repay such a large loan. College is so expensive. So, I have a proposition for you. I know you are single and live here alone. If your interested, I would be willing to trade my services for your financial help. I can cook and clean for you and do anything else you may need me to do around here.”

“Humm, that does sound interesting, Jenny. It has been a long long time since this house and I have seen such a lovely young lady like you hanging around.”

Jenny began to smile. “Jim, would you be willing to help me out?”

I replied, “I don’t know, Jenny. You are right. College is terribly expensive. I would require a great deal from you in exchange for your college expenses. I am agreeable to paying for your entire education. However, you will need to provide much more than maid and cook services.”

A look of concern came over Jenny’s face. “What else would you want me to do, Jim?”

“I think we need to discuss this proposition of yours over dinner. Jenny, would you like to have dinner with me here tonight?”

She hesitated briefly. A smile began to spread on her face. Jenny silently nodded her acceptance of my invitation.

“Very well! I need to put the lawn mower away and take a shower before I prepare dinner. You go home and get ready. Be back at about six o’clock, and I’ll grill a couple of steaks for us.

Jenny was punctual. She knocked on my door at a few minutes before six o’clock. I was impressed when I opened the door for her.