Lisa lay still on the bed knowing that he had not quite finished with her yet. After his breath had returned to normal, he rolled over on his side and gazed at her. His eyes roved over her beautiful body, his hand following his eyes, stroking her skin, smooth as silk, gently squeezing her flesh, soft and firm as only a young woman's is. He had told her many times before that just touching and looking at her perfect body in this way was almost as much a pleasure as the sex. She occasionally stroked his arm or his cheek, as if she was letting him know it was alright to carry on doing this.
Eventually he must have realised that his time was up as he reluctantly levered himself up off the bed and got dressed. When he'd finished dressing he came back over to the bed and leant over to kiss her. She allowed him a peck on the mouth as his hand slipped over her breast for a last, quick feel. Straightening up, he told her again how great it had been and he would see her again on Friday at the usual time. She smiled and said, "Sure Ron, see you then," and he left.
Lisa continued to lie on the bed, not yet ready to take her shower. She thought how that had been the thirty-sixth time she had had sex with Ron. She kept count, thirty-six times that he had pumped his thin watery semen into her (semen that at this moment was dribbling out of her onto the towel that she had thoughtfully placed on the bed before Ron arrived), twice a week for the last four and a half months. She had four more months to go of her final year, thirty-four more visits from Ron. Over halfway now, she thought.
She smiled wryly to herself, thinking that six months ago she would not have believed that she would be servicing a sixty-eight year old man twice a week in return for the rent of her apartment. She would have found it even harder to believe that she really didn't mind doing it. Ron was a nice man and a good landlord who she had known for over a year before they started this arrangement. He was pretty undemanding and this made it easy to detach herself for most of the time. The degree of pleasure that he seemed to take when having sex with her was, in a strange way, rather gratifying to her.
She thought back to how this arrangement had come about. In her first year, Lisa had lived in student accommodation on campus. In her second year she rented this apartment with another girl called Claire, who was in her final year. The apartment was away from the main part of town where most of the other students lived. Lisa was serious about her studies and being around the other students and the active social life they led was too much of a distraction.
The apartment was large, airy, clean and well maintained; but cost quite a lot more than students would normally expect to pay, but it suited Lisa. When Claire left at the end of her final year, Lisa thought she would be able to find another girl to share it with her. However, one month into her final year she still had not found anyone who was prepared to pay the higher rent. Her money was running out, and the bar job she did two nights a week wasn't nearly enough to make up the difference. Working longer would take too much time away from her studying. She didn't want to leave the apartment but was getting desperate as to what she should do.
One evening Ron came round to collect the rent, and as she often did, she asked him if he wanted a cup of tea or a glass of wine. He accepted and they sat at the kitchen table chatting together. He could see she was not as cheerful as she usually was and asked her what was wrong.
She told him all about her money problems and the lack of options she felt she had. She told him that some of the female students in a similar position to her earned good money working in the sex industry – lap dancing, strip tease, stripograms etc. She said she had even considered doing this herself, she was that desperate. She had actually gone to a club once with a couple of male students, just to see what they were like. She didn't really mind the idea of showing off her body, but the problem for her was that the whole thing seemed so degrading, with the men shouting and making crude comments at the girls. This put her off the idea completely. It was even rumoured that a few girls worked in massage parlours, which were really brothels. But having sex with several strangers in a day was out of the question. She laughed wryly and said that perhaps what she really needed was a sugar daddy!
Ron then told her that he occasionally visited the massage parlours and they were indeed brothels. He had even met a couple of girls who had said that they were students, so the rumours were true. Lisa looked surprised at this revelation. Ron said she shouldn't be surprised. His wife, Elaine, had died sevenyears ago, and despite what young people often thought, men his age still had the urge for sex. Ron said, with a little laugh, that he would love to be her sugar daddy, but probably wasn't rich enough, and she probably wouldn't want someone as old as him anyway. Lisa said that age didn't really matter if he was a nice man who she liked. That was something that would be important to her if she ever found a sugar daddy. Although having money would be important too, she added! They carried on in this way for a while, talking about sex in a jokey, slightly flirtatious way, but both getting the impression that the other was maybe a bit serious about it, too.
After their second glass of wine, Ron drew a deep breath and decided to come out and say what he had been thinking. He owned a second house that had been divided into two apartments. A couple of years ago a young female tenant, Sandra in her late twenties, had also got into money difficulties. She was not a student but her job was low paid. She had borrowed on her credit cards to their maximum and her boyfriend, who had shared the apartment with her, had left. To cut a long story short, he said, they came to an arrangement whereby he would have sex with her twice a week in return for the rent. Then, rather tentatively, he said perhaps we could have a similar arrangement .
Lisa had had an inkling that the conversation was leading in this direction but actually hearing Ron say it was, in a way, a bit of a shock to her. Flirting a bit and hinting that she would consider sex for money with someone was one thing, but being faced with an actual offer reduced her to a stunned silence. Ron thought he had upset her and immediately apologised, saying it was the two glasses of wine and she should forget he'd said anything. Lisa shook her head, put her hand over Ron's, and said it was okay, she wasn't insulted or upset but she didn't know quite what to say. It was something she would consider but needed time to think about it. Rons face lit up at this and said, "It's not a definite no, then?" Lisa agreed it was not a definite no, but suggested they talk about it tomorrow. Ron got up to leave and as he walked to the door, Lisa could see, from the lump in his trousers, just how excited the conversation had made him.
After Ron had left, Lisa sat there for a while longer, thinking about what had been said. Certainly it would solve her money problems. The rent was £150 a week. She would have to work in the bar for twenty hours or more to make that much money. Instead she could make it in two hours having sex with Ron. The only question was, could she do it?
She pondered on that for a while. It was quite a step to take. Lisa was not promiscuous. Indeed she had had very few boyfriends, but if she did this she would effectively become a whore. A discreet whore, a whore with only one client, but nevertheless a whore. Could she live with that image of herself? The answer, she decided, was yes, in this circumstance she could. Lisa was strong willed and confident and she had a life plan. The first part of that plan was to leave university with a first class degree, and she would do whatever it took to get it.
Decision made, she thought, "I will do it." She raised her glass in a mock toast and drained the last of her wine, "To whoredom and good times for Ron," she giggled.
