Page 2 of It Started with a Contract

“This isn’t some kind of joke?” She glanced around the room expecting to see a camera crew, and someone there to take in her humiliated face.

“No, it’s no joke. This was thought up by my friend and my secretary. My name is Easton Gray, and I don’t have time to dine with a woman. I also don’t want an escort.”

“What exactly do you want?” she asked.

“I want a willing woman who is not averse to spending time with me, and pretty much doing everything I say.”

“Oh.”

“It’s not exactly a job, but there will be benefits. I’ll pay you, and of course you’ll get to come with me when I have to go meetings and such.”

“And such.” She was repeating his words now. She was really struggling right now. “Have many women answered this?” she asked.

“None. You’re the first.”

“I didn’t read the fine print. I thought you were hiring a housekeeper.”

Oh, no. She felt her eyes start to fill with tears, and it was difficult for her to keep her emotions in check. Right now she was losing it. This was her last hope of having a decent life, and it was only January of a new year. She was screwed, royally screwed.

The tears finally broke, and she covered her face as she started to cry.

This day had just become the worst of her life.

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Easton stared at the beautiful woman in his home. She was full, luscious, and fucking perfect. His cock hardened just staring at her. He wanted to remove her jacket so he could see if her tits were as big as they looked right now.

“Why are you crying?” he asked.

He really didn’t think anyone would answer the advertisement in the newspaper. His friend and secretary, Arnold, had placed it while they got drunk off their asses. It was only the next day that they realized what they had done. Easton wanted to pull the advert, but Arnold had convinced him to leave it.

“What’s the worst that can happen? You get a woman more than willing to follow you around to fuck.”

Looking back, it was a callous ad, and rather deceptive. This woman, Hadley Green, had been the first to answer it.

“It’s nothing. I’m ever so sorry for wasting your time.” She stood, and he didn’t like the fact she was crying. In fact, it was twisting his gut right now. He wanted to stop her from crying, and try to make her feel better.

He held her arm. “Don’t go. Clearly, you need the job, right?” Easton eased her down onto the chair, and he sat down beside her.

She nodded. “Yeah. I lost my job around Christmas, and no matter what I do, I can’t find anything. It’s a nightmare.” She sniffled. “I’m about to lose my house, and I’m going to end up homeless. Why am I telling you all this?” Tears were pouring down her cheeks, and she sniffled again. “I’m so sorry. I’ve got to head out.”

Easton sighed as she got to her feet again. “Why can’t you accept the job?” he asked.

Hadley paused at the door. “Huh?”

“The job I’m offering. It’s not a joke, and I am offering the job. I don’t understand why you can’t take it.” He didn’t see a reason for her not to take it. The attraction was there, and she didn’t seem like the scheming type, or the kind to go to the papers with her kiss–and-tell story. He wanted his privacy protected.

“Wait, this isn’t a joke or a mistake?” she asked.

“No. It’s not. I’m offering a woman the chance to visit the world. All she has to do is accept that I’m going to want to fuck her when and where I want. I’ll expect you to get a full physical, and to be on birth control. Your every need will be taken care of, and I expect you to take care of mine.” He watched as she licked her full, plump lips. The thought of having them wrapped around his dick made him want to moan.

Keep that shit in.

Easton had always loved a fuller woman, ever since he was a teenager, and as he got older, he’d never changed. Arnold, his friend, knew this about him. Easton had dated models, actresses, and even fitness instructors, and of course he’d bedded them. But he didn’t like holding onto their bones, or their tits being quite flat. There was just something about a nice full ass, and heavy tits, and a body to fuck without fear of breaking it.

He stepped up close to her, placing a finger beneath her chin.

“That would make me a whore,” she said.

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