An Alternative Life
Chapter 1
I have been married and divorced twice. Both times I thought I was getting
something I did not. Isn't that the way of most failed marriages? I am
39 years old and holding. I have a firm grip on it. I have held it for
a few years now. I had a little money to begin my life and have added to my
wealth in spite of my failed marriages. I think I did it through my
ingenuity, some say I was lucky. I talked my first wife of ten years into
getting a divorce for income tax reasons. There was a big difference.
Why give it to the government. She fell for it. A year later I divorced
her ass. My secretary was a lot cuter and I thought she could please me in
ways my wife would never have dreamed. I was wrong. She was not dominant,
she was just bitchy. Dominant I like in a pretty woman, bitchy I do not
like in any woman. She got fatter, uglier and bitchier every day. I
divorced her ass too.
I am a firm believer in pre nupts. No pre nupt, no marriage. If you have
money or a high paying career remember that. There are fewer more direct
paths to security for a woman than marry a rich guy, live with him a while,
let everyone think they are the perfect couple then dump his ass. Big
settlement everytime if the female is half smart. A pre nupt levels the
playing field. She got next to nothing.
This story is not about pre nupts. It is about me and my alternative
lifestyle. Not gay, but alternative, as not the norm. I am one in a million
guys that like assertive, young, pretty females. I have the money to spend on
them, so why not go after what I really want this time, I reasoned. They are
not easy to find. Unless you are a man of means, they are almost impossible
to find. But I am a man of means. I met with a dead end a couple times. Someone
saying they are who they are not. I am pretty good at weeding out the fakes
from the real even before a meeting. This story is about a very real encounter.
I was reading the personals in the local paper. There are a bunch of
them listed under headings so one can quickly find what they want. I saw
this ad in August. It read, "Co-ed, very petite, very pretty, very expensive,
needs sugar daddy". A box was given as with all of these type ads. I decided
to respond. I got a post office box and sent the following short message.
"White sugar daddy needs very petite, very pretty, very expensive college lady.
Please respond to, and my P.O. Box address.
In less then a week a week I received a reply with her phone number. I dialed
the number three times before letting it ring through. I reached an answering
machine with a recorded message that said.
"This is Amanda's voice mail, please leave a message." I hung up. After awhile
I called her again and left my phone number. I started this, may as well stay
in the game. Three days passed. I was thinking about calling her again. About
10:00 PM Friday my telephone ring. My caller ID showed it to be Amanda's number.
I may as well have given my phone number in the response instead of getting a P.O.
Box.
Hi, this is Larry," I answered.
"Larry this is Amanda, did you call me?"
Her voice was small but sexy. A southern accent and fit the way I imagined her
to look, given her brief description of herself.
"Yes, I called about your ad in the paper."
"Can you meet me tomorrow for lunch?" She asked.
"Sure," I answered. "Where would you like to meet."
"I like Red Lobster." She said. "At 11:30."
"How will I know you?" I asked.
She giggled, "I am as described with dark brown hair. I have added light
streaks. You will know me". Another giggle. "You be there at 11:30.
Bye." She hung up giggling.
I asked myself, do I want to go through with this. She is probably a scatter
brained female that I would class as a five or six at best. She giggled to
much. It could be she was very nervous although it did not show in her voice.
Tomorrow was Saturday, meeting her was no problem, but do I really want this.
It could end up costing me a bunch of money for nothing. I had given thoughts
of a professional but decided against that quickly. They were scarce in this
area and I could even get picked up by the cops for solitation. It was after
midnight before I went to sleep.
I awoke about seven-thirty the next morning. I slept good. I killed time
until time to get ready. It seemed to pass so slowly. Some part of me was
anxious, some part was hesitant, all parts were nervous. I parked facing the
entrance waited until 11:25 and walked in. People were already waiting to be
seated. I got my name on the list for two people, non-smoking and waited.
11:30 came and went. I was getting more nervous by the minute. At 11:35 she
walked in. I would say probably a seven, she was not really petite but not
large. She had a good figure.
"Amanda," I enquired.
She quickly looked me up and down. "No." Was her only response.
Now I did not know if that was Amanda and she decided to pass on me, or if
Amanda was not coming. But I reasoned maybe she was held up, you know, detained.
A couple minutes later my mouth dropped open and my pulse quickened. A
young lady not over 5'2", but totally stacked was opening the door. I rushed to
help her, she smiled, and said thank you. I knew it was Amanda. I knew it
even before she spoke. Her voice just confirmed it. "Very pretty", was a gross
understatement. Amanda was beautiful. She had so many good features that
I do not even know what caught my eye first, maybe all of her did. I will
describe her to you as I later learned. She was 5'2",32B 18 33. Her tummy
was flat as a board. My dad had the phrase, "built like a brick shit house",
that was Amanda. Her eyes were deep dark brown as was her hair. Like she said,
she had put blonde streaks in it. It was short. hanging down just a little
lower than her jaw line. There was still a lot of it. Her face was kinda
triangle shaped I suppose. Her lips were pouty, her mouth was small, her
teeth were small and incrediably white. She was dark complexioned. She was
so tiny. The type every guy wants to protect and thinks she needs their
protection. Her B's were small B's. She was not wearing a bra and she
had no need for one. Her tits were upturned and had that enchanting
appeal. You know, the kind guys keep looking back at. I assessed her
quickly. She knew the affect she had on men. All of the looks and stares
she had seen many times before. Mine was not new to her.
She looked into my soul with those big brown eyes.
"You are Larry." It was more of a statement instead of a question.
I had long gotten over stammering around women, I thought. I stuttered a
little when I answered her.
"Did I overstate my self?" She asked, her eyes never leaving mine.
"Nnnno," I stuttered. What was wrong with me. I remembered to close my
mouth. I just hope my tongue wasn't out. I could feel it was hard and thick.
I was hard other places as well.
"Larry, table for two." The hostess said.
"You were right on time, Amanda." I smiled at her. She knew she was late
but she made no comment on it. I followed her beautiful ass as the hostess
led us to our table. I was glad it was a corner table. What an ass. She
was dressed in white shorts about six inches above her knees. Very modest.
Her top was red and also modest, if any clothing on Amanda could be "modest".
I noticed a nice silver ankle braclet. Two silver earings with small stones in
each ear. The hostess seated us. Amanda was looking straight at me, measuring
me up. Probably trying to determine what I was worth to her. Now that was
mean of me to think that. I did not know her yet, other than the ad. I looked
as straight at her as she did me. At this point, the other guest would think
us father/daughter, maybe employer/employee, no, father/daughter. We looked
nothing alike. I am 6'3", 200 lbs, blonde hair, blue eyes, and light
complexioned. We were polar opposites. Oh well, opposites attract!
"Her eyes were sparkling as she asked, "Are you always so quiet, Larry,
or did the cat take your tongue? I would hate for you to lose such a
valuable asset!"
Giggles to go with the enchanting eyes. She was not nervous, not at all.
She was in command. I am twenty years her senior and she is control. Gaining
back control will not be so easy I thought. I later learned it was not
possible. And there was nothing to, "gain back". I never had it in the first place.
"Did you bring me a gift?"
Darn, why did I not think of that. Good thing I am quick on my feet.
"I did not know enough about you to buy you a gift, not one of substance anyway.
I thought after lunch we could go to the mall and pick up some things for you.
Also, I must confess, I was not sure you would come, and if you did, what you
would be like, and if you would like me."
"I like that, smart and practical. You are forgiven, this time." She was
taking for granted that I liked what I saw. Who would not?
Our waitress arrived and we ordered. she ordered lobster, I ordered steak.
She did say expensive. She ordered lobster as if she ordered it everyday.
I had to wonder how many answers she got. Maybe she had a, "sugar daddy" for
each day of the week.
"Larry, we both know why we are here. Each of has something the other wants."
"There is no need for you to be bashful around me, I am a big girl, just in
a small package!" Sparkling eyes and radiant smile on cue.
"I know you approve of me, that is obvious." A giggle this time as she looked
down. Now when she looked down all she could see was the table top, but the
inference was there. I think I have found expensive fun. I can never say I
was not warned right from the start though.
"I do not mind going first. I will tell you what I am about. I like nice
things, nice things are expensive, just like my taste in everything. If you
are not a tightwad, not a prude, not an old fuddyduddy, we will have fun."
"If you are any of those things, I will dump you. Larry, one other important
thing, fall for me and you will get hurt. I am not forever, but I am true."
"If we reach an amicable agreement to my satisfaction, I will not even date."
I knew when she said that, that we were going to reach an agreement to her
satisfaction, whatever it was! If she was honest, she was special. Any guy
would love supporting her.
"Amanda, you already know you are one of Gods most beautiful creations." I
look forward to being your sugar daddy. I think I can afford you."
"I demand more than money."
When she said that her eyebrows arched and her eyes took on a glint. More
wicked than the sparkles I had previously enjoyed. Otherwise she said that
the same way she ordered lunch.
I said, with a grin, "Are you trying to scare me away before I pay for lunch"?
I looked at her just as straight as she looked at me. What a beauty, and so
petite. Her face would have passed for jail bait. Her poise was way beyond
her years.
Her lips tightened. "This is a serious meeting to me, is it to you?"
"Yes, and I want to be the exclusive benefactor of your charms".
Our food arrived.
"Awesome, after lunch we will go for a walk and get to know each other better.
I will enjoy walking in the mall". She said with a giggle. She could turn it on.
I did it again, I was going to be on the string for more then lunch before
I knew what all she wanted. Maybe I could not afford her.
She was a beautiful companion. She chatted, smiled, flirted, and giggled
throughout lunch. Time with her flew by. We were through eating in record
time it seemed. A look at my watch proved otherwise. It was now 1:00 PM.
No wonder the waitress had asked three time if we wanted dessert! I paid
for our lunch and left her a fifteen for tip. Amanda noticed the tip while
pretending not to. The waitress would not lament the table being occupied in
her section for a few minutes extra.
Amanda wanted me to follow her to the mall. That was OK, parking was a premium
at Red Lobster anyway. I got the impression that her reason had nothing to do
with parking spaces. She was not about to get in a car with me or let me in a
car with her. I could understand her being cautious. It also made me realize I
had not been careful enough, and was being less cautious now. She appeared so
genuine but I was lending a lot of credence to her looks. It is so difficult
to imagine anyone so beautiful as being anything but genuine. I am old enough
to realize the two do not go together. By that I mean just because she is
beautiful does not mean that she is honest, good, or anything else. It only
means her molecules are correctly arranged. I had time to think a little on the
way to the mall. It was only a few blocks but I think fast. I was going forward
with this. If you seen Amanda, you would too.
I parked right behind her little red Mustang. It was a 1966 fastback and very
sharp at a distance. Up close one could tell it had had body repairs. It
was still worth a few thousand.
She was still in her car. I walked up and opened the door for her. She was
all smiles.
"A gentleman, I like that."
Her smiles were becoming sexy. She exited the car, I wish she had worn a skirt.
I didn't even see her seat covers.
I tried to start a conversation about us. She skillfully sidestepped it.
Finaly she said, "Larry, I am telling you nothing until you buy me that cute
little outfit I saw yesterday in Dillards. It is so cool. You will love
seeing me in it!"
We were walking in at the Dillards entrance. Right in the window was her
outfit. The mannequin bore an uncanny similarity to her. She wanted all of it.
Tennis skirt, top, purse, shoes, necklass, and yeah, the tennis braclet. One
difference, the one on the mannequin was rhinestones, she wanted diamonds.
Total with tax, $2,853.16 Very expensive lady indeed. She acted like it was
a done deal. Like there was no chance I would say, "no way". I put it all on my
credit card. Amanda was quite bubbly. I caught the wink from her to the sales
girl, a cute blonde about the same age. I could not have been mistaken. I had
the feeling I had been the subject of a prior conversation between these two.
The chances were becoming higher that I had just been had. I do not like, being
had. I dislike it much more than most. I held my cool. Continued to act like
I was honored to buy this little vixen her outfit. Now that was not a nice thought
by me, was it?
