." Miss Sharpe, do you really want sex with me?" I could see the conflict in her expression."But I offered..." Yes, you did. But I'm sure an offer mad... in desperation is not the way you want to lose your virginity."I wouldn't have thought the shock could have intensified, but it did. Her mouth dropped open."Miss Sharpe, if you want to repay me, there's an easy way. Come and work for me. I've taken the liberty of having a contract prepared, if you agree, and your start date will depend on how. Oh, $%#@! What was I going to do? Can't walk, can't call a cab, can't leave the car in somebody's parking space! I popped open the hood, knowing it would be fruitless, as my mechanical skills are maxed out changing a light bulb. As I peered into the morass of metal, lost in my misery, I was startled by a voice behind me: “Can I give you a hand?” I was so absorbed, I hadn't heard the SUV pull up and stop behind me. Calling out across front seat was a pretty decent looking guy about 35 years old.. “Well, whether Elmer Fudd over there is rich or notdoesn’t make any difference to me,” I said in a boredtone of voice. “I gotta go finish up the last set.”I could tell she wasn’t about to let me get the lastword. But what she said surprised me:“Well, if you wanna go home tonight and watch DavidLetterman, you go right ahead,” she cooed sexily.“Otherwise, I’ll be right here waitin’ for ya!” Boom! It didn’t take a genius. .I have to confess that I didn't really give the contract the attention itdeserved. OK - that's not true - I didn't read it at all. I just satthere, breathing in the mingled smells of the salon and thinking aboutRae and her pierced nipple while she carefully straightened and cleanedthe salon."Everything OK?" Shit! At least 15 minutes had passed, and Rae wasstanding over my shoulder."Er... yeah. All looks good! Where do I sign?" Cool - just scroll to the end and sign.. there." She pointed to a.