“That can’t be real,” Kayla rolled her eyes. “Men don’t pay for a woman’s company and not expect sex,” she had to admit, though, even if only to herself, she was intrigued.
“How do you know? Maybe he’s gay. And just when was the last time you were on a date to know what a man expects?” Star didn’t let her answer. “A weekend trip to Boston would be fun! Maybe he needs to impress some business people. Besides, if he can afford five grand on a weekend, he must be loaded. How much do you need to close on the house?”
“$4500,” Kayla hated to admit Star was right, but she was. The amount was nearly a perfect match to what she needed for the closing, plus a little extra for her savings account.
“See? It’s perfect! Email this guy, now!” Star threw the newspaper at Kayla and then brought the laptop over to the couch. She watched over Kayla’s shoulder as Kayla sent out a short and direct email. She included a picture of herself, as well. The reply email came not more than a minute later.
I have attached a questionnaire that will help me decide on just the right candidate for this position. I wish to remind you that although the position is listed as an escort, there is absolutely no expectation of sex. This is strictly a business deal. I need a companion who is smart, beautiful, preferably funny, and comfortable in her own skin. Please print the questionnaire, fill it out, and fax it to the number listed below. I look forward to your reply and possibly meeting you, as well.
Kayla wrote down the fax number he provided and printed the questionnaire. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but Kayla knew that online interactions could be deceiving. She decided then and there that if she went to meet him, she would bring along some muscle, just in case.
Star grabbed the pages off the printer. “Wow, he wants to know quite a bit about you,” she said, handing several papers to Kayla.