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I want my 18th Birthday present!  I am a college freshman, just turned
18, 5’ 7, 109lbs., blonde hair, hazel green eyes, cheerleader with a
brain.  You should be filthy rich and not afraid to spend it.  Respond
box 2525.


It had been a year since Don’s wife divorced him.  She said he worked
too much and that she hardly knew him anymore.  It was true, he did work
constantly, but he was only going to do it for a few more years he said
to her as she was walked out the door.


“You said that after the first million, then after five million.  I
can’t take living alone like this anymore.”  And she was gone.


Don went on autopilot after she left.  Putting together deals that made
the firm, and him, bundles of money.  Then, yesterday, it hit him.  Why
was he doing this?  What was he hoping to achieve at the end of all
this?  Carol, his ex, was right.  There was more to life, and he
resolved it was time to find it.  He resigned immediately, to the
complete shock of everyone, and now he sat at the kitchen table reading
the personal ads in the local paper.


He went back to read it again.  Eighteen..., he was thirty-six, and he
met his wife back in high school.  He had absolutely no experience in
dating women.  He was always a little awkward around them to say the
least, and the prettier they were, the more timid he would get.  His
palms sweat just thinking about making the call.  Eighteen..., who was
he kidding?  He was twice her age, but he just worshipped the thought of
a beautiful young girl.  He had always considered such pretty young
things way out of his league.  That he was not worthy to waste their
time.  So he worshipped them from afar.


His hands shook as he picked up the phone for the hundredth time.  He
swore he would not put it down again without going through with it.  He
dialed the number as his heart pounded.


“Enter the code for the personal you wish to respond to,” the service
computer said.


Don punched in 2525, and the machine repeated the number for accuracy,
and asked him to press pound if correct.  He hesitated, then hit it.


“Hi, I’m Tricia, and you must be filthy rich. (giggling)  I’m a freshman
at Stanford, and not accustomed to living such an austere lifestyle
since I left Daddy and the creature comforts of home for the high costs
of college life.  If you need to know, most people consider me drop dead
gorgeous, and if you think you are up to the task of helping me obtain
the lifestyle I deserve, leave a message after the tone and be sure to
leave your phone number.  Oh, and don’t waste my time if you don’t have
at least ten million dollars in liquid assets. (more giggles)”


The tone sounded, and Don was unprepared for what to say to such a
message.  ‘Such an arrogant young bitch’ he thought.


“I ah, I ah, ah... Hello, I’m Don, and ah, I saw your ad in the paper,
and I just thought you might ah..., be interested, I mean if you are
interested, I would very much like to meet you, and ah, get to know
you.  I’m thirty-six, and decent looking, perhaps somewhat good
looking.  Anyway, if you would like, my number is 650-737-8453(fake).
Thank you, and I hope I can meet you soon Tricia.  I really would love
to meet you, and I think you would like me if you would please give me a
chance.”


‘Jeez,’ Don thought.  ‘I must have sounded like a moron.  Why does that
happen every time I get anywhere near a beautiful woman?  Why do I
consider myself so inferior to them?  Surely good looks can’t be
everything in life, and I have so much going for me.  Success, wealth,
intelligence, a charming personality.  Oh well, I blew that one.’


Don went back to perusing the personals, but none seemed to come close
to the appeal that Tricia’s seemed to have to him.  He went to make a
pot of coffee and gave up on the personal scene for now.


****************


Tricia ran back from her morning workout at the posh athletic club.
‘Damn, that membership was expensive,’ she thought, but she loved to
workout with all the amenities present, not to mention how she enjoyed
teasing every guy and some women into a lustful frenzy.  Her brightly
colored lycra/spandex outfits were the latest in designer workout wear
and it accentuated her amazing young body beyond the imagination of even
the most creative Silicon Valley minds.  Twenty minutes on the stairs,
twenty on the treadmill and twenty on the weight machines.  Every day,
no exceptions.  Although most everyone would say her body was perfect,
Tricia worked as if she were trying to make major improvements.


She entered her dorm, and turned to run up the stairs to her room.  She
smiled at all the boys as their tongues wagged watching her hot young
ass covered in only the thinnest white lycra workout shorts with a hot
pink thong that cut right into the crack of her hard, round cheeks.  Her
bare midriff, perfectly molded and tanned.  Her firm breasts pressing
into the spandex of her workout bra with little points where her nipples
stood out.


She was glad to see her roommate had already left for class, and she
decided to call the message service to see what response her ad had
elicited.  It was the first day of the ad, and still before eight
o’clock, but she was interested in finding out who might respond.  She
hoped there would be some interest.  She made it plain she was after
money, but she was not looking for any real relationship in the normal
meaning of the word.  She would not provide some old geezer with sex for
money.  She simply wanted to be provided for, and in return, she might
find some time for dinner and conversation.  She was beautiful and
smart, and she knew it.  Surely there was someone willing to provide
some of the finer things in life for a little of her attention.


“You have one message,” the machine said, “Press one to play.”


Tricia hit the button and listened to Don’s message.  She laughed at his
awkwardness, ‘such a dork,’ and thought he might be one of her
classmates.  He sounded like an inexperienced schoolboy.  She copied the
number and decided to call Donny and feel him out.  No harm in trying.


***********


The phone rang, and Don wondered if it was work calling to entice him
back.  He thought about letting it go to the machine, but decided he
would answer and put an end to it right now.  He was serious about
leaving for good, and the sooner he made it plain, the sooner the calls
would stop.


“Hello,” Don said in a gruff voice.


“Hi Donny, this is Tricia,” this lilting, sweet young voice responded.


Pause.... Don was taken by surprise at the sweet sound of her voice, and
he was tongue tied.


“Donny, are you there?” she asked.  “I just played your message.”


“I ah, I ah,... yes, I’m here,” he stammered, “It’s just that ah, I was
not expecting it to ah, ah,.. I was expecting a call from someone
else.”... ‘Damn,’ he thought to himself, why was he unable to talk
intelligently.


Tricia giggled at him.  “Listen Donny, I don’t want to waste my time, so
if you are some teenager, or if you don’t meet the expectations set out
in the ad, why don’t you save yourself some trouble and tell me now.”


“No no, I really am thirty-six.  Honest.  It’s just that I get a little
nervous talking on the phone,” he lied trying to hide the fact that he
was a complete wimp when it came to pretty young girls.


“And I trust you are not some pauper wasting my time?  I am serious
about the money.  I’m not use to living frugally in a college setting,”
Tricia asked.


“Oh yes,” Don said, somewhat embarrassed, “I have a good deal of
financial security.”  Why was he the one who felt cheap here?


“Well then, meet me at the mall by campus at eleven sharp.  I’ll be at
Max’s for lunch,” she said.


“Eleven?  Today?”


“Look Donny, if you are interested, be there.  If you have plans, change
them.  I don’t like to waste time.  Understood?” Tricia scolded him like
a little boy, and he was ashamed that he didn’t stand up to her.


“Eleven, ah, O.K.  But how will I know you?” he asked.


“You will know me Donny, and if you don’t, you are not nearly as smart
as you need to be,” she giggled and hung up.


‘What a wimp.  Perfect,’ Tricia thought.  ‘The last thing I need is some
macho guy who thinks all I need to do is lay down and spread for him.’


**********


Tricia put her robe on and started down the hall to the dorm shower.
Boy how she hated the public facilities.  She hoped that soon she could
afford an apartment and a bath of her own.  As she washed, she noticed
it had been some time since she had a pedicure.  Maybe that would change
too, she thought.  The pretty pale pink toenail polish needed a little
work, but she didn’t plan to wear sandals today.


Back in her room, Tricia decided to dress innocently, so as not to scare
off the wimp on their first meeting.  She put on a frilly, lacy bra to
cover her small but firm young titties.  A thin white blouse.  A very
short pink and white plaid pleated skirt.  White anklet socks with lacy
pink trim.  Her sparkling black patent leather maryjane shoes with the
silver buckles.  And to complete her outfit, she pulled her long blonde
hair back into a ponytail, and held it in place with a pretty pink
ribbon.  Her legs were bare, and she wore no makeup, but then again,
none was needed.  Her cute, young appearance was breathtaking.


Tricia got to the posh shopping mall early, and walked by the shops,
looking at all the lovely things she hoped to buy one day.  It was
nearing 10:45, and she headed for Max’s where they would meet for lunch.



********


Don’s heart was racing when he got off the phone with her.  Yes it
seemed she was out for money, but he wouldn’t be the first to use money
to get a woman.  And besides, once he got over his awkwardness, Tricia
would see what a great guy he was, and like him for who he was.  And she
sounded so hot.  It was like a dream come true.


He dressed in his best casual outfit, and nervously made his way to the
mall.  Don went for the first rest room he saw to wash the nervous sweat
from his palms and check his appearance.  Somewhat satisfied, he
tentatively headed to Max’s.


He entered the cafe, and walked down the row of booths.  How would he
find her, he wondered.  Then he found himself stopped dead in his
tracks.  He was gazing at the most beautiful young girl.  An angel.  He
was panicked.  How should he approach her?  Just then she looked up, and
right at him.  Don froze, unable to move.  Her young beauty mesmerized
him.  She waited, and he looked down at her pretty legs, his face
turning red.


“Sit down Donny, I’m getting hungry,” she said.


He jumped to take a seat at the booth, and marveled at her beautiful
features.


“No trouble finding me I trust?” she asked somewhat sarcastically with a
grin that seemed to mock him.


“No, no, ... no trouble at all, but how did you know who I was?” he
asked.


“Easy, I was looking for a little lost puppy dog,” Tricia giggled.


Don’s heart was crushed.  He wanted to say something to defend himself
against the insult, or at least get up and leave, but he just lowered
his head in shame.


“I ah, I am ah, not at all like that Miss, really.  I am quite a
forceful negotiator, really.  I assure you I am not....” he stammered.


“Come on Donny and save that.  You might be able to play well with
others, but you obviously don’t see yourself on the same level as you
see me.  You are acting like a nervous teenager, and you keep blabbering
like you haven’t even learned to speak yet.”


Don knew she had read him correctly, and he was about to apologize like
the wimp he was for wasting her time and excuse himself.


“Don’t feel too bad, Donny.  You might be exactly what I’m looking for,”
Tricia said with a smile that just melted Don when he looked up at her.
“I’m not looking for a boyfriend.  I’m looking for someone interested in
seeing me occasionally in places like this.  Someone who would be
willing to help me out with the high costs of living that are depriving
me of some of life’s essentials that a girl like me simply must have if
I am to get what I deserve,” Tricia said as she got up and made her way
around to Don’s side of the booth.


Don felt slightly light headed as Tricia sat next to him and pressed her
tight, young, gorgeous body against his.  Don couldn’t return her stare
and he felt an excitement welling up inside him at her nearness.


“Haven’t you always wanted to spend time with a girl like me?” Tricia
cooed into his ear sending shivers down his spine.


She had turned him into a schoolboy again, as he struggled to find words
to respond, “Yes, ummm...”


“Well then you can!  And you get to help me out at the same time.
Wouldn’t that be fun?” Tricia giggled, “You can think about it over
lunch, and then let me know,” she said, placing her delicate hand on his
thigh as Don’s eye’s rolled up into his head and he had to stifle a moan
of delight from the electric shock her simple touch set off.  Tricia got
up, and Don got a close look at her fantastic legs, so smooth and firm.
Just the right level of musculature.  And a tan that was accentuated
just right by the frilly white anklet socks.  She was as fine as any
woman he’d ever seen, and she entranced him.


All through lunch, Tricia talked about herself and Don listened.  He was
amazed at how well she carried herself given her young age.  She clearly
belonged at Stanford.  She was intelligent, witty, charming, and even
disarming.  Don was beginning to feel much more at ease.  After they
finished eating, Tricia said she wanted to walk through the mall before
going back for cheerleading practice.


Don was breathless as he watched her beautiful presence ease through the
mall.  Many turned to look at her, but she completely ignored the
attention and kept talking.  Now she talked about what she wanted for
her future.  She was as ambitious as any young person Don had ever met,
and he was sure she would accomplish all of it.


She stopped by the edge of the mall, and Don looked down at her lovely
legs as Tricia swayed back and forth coquettishly, the patent leather of
her maryjanes glimmering in the sunshine.  “Well Donny, I must get back
to campus.  Would you like to see me again?”


“Oh yes Tricia, very much,” he responded quickly and emphatically,
causing her to giggle at his enthusiasm.  Don felt foolish he wasn’t
able to mask his desire somewhat.


“Very good then.  Make dinner reservations for tonight.  About seven,”
she said, handing him a business card.  “And before you go home, I want
you to stop at this boutique and pick out something for me to wear.  I
gave the sales lady all my sizes, and she will be happy to help you,”
she spoke as Don stood there spellbound, listening to her, his head
spinning.


Tricia turned to walk away.  “ Wha,  Wha, Wait,” Don said, “should I
pick you up?” he said all confused.


“You will have instructions when you get home,” Tricia said, as Don
watched her walk away, enchanted by her beauty.


Don turned to walk back to the mall.  He looked at the name on the card
Tricia gave him.  ‘Lisa’s Boutique’ He had never shopped for women’s
clothing before, not even for his ex-wife.  He felt somewhat embarrassed
by the idea.  He thought about going home and telling Tricia he wasn’t
able to do the shopping.  Perhaps making up an excuse about some
appointment he had that afternoon, but she was liable to be disappointed
with him and cancel out on dinner.  And he was looking forward to seeing
her again with a passion he could not explain.


After walking around some, he found the place, and tentatively walked
in.  There were several mirrors in there, and as he caught his
reflection, Don could see how awkward his appearance looked in the
unfamiliar setting.  He noticed a very young sales girl smiling at him,
and he blushed as he tried to smile back.


“Hello Donny,” she said giggling, “I’m Lisa.  Tricia told me you would
be coming.”


Lisa walked over to Don, and he nervously extended his hand to greet
her.  How did she know he would be there, and how did she know what he
looked like?


“Hello,” he said in a slightly confused state as he looked at the very
pretty young girl.


Lisa was dressed to the nines, and her jet-black hair was cut in a very
cute pageboy style.


“Well Donny, do you have any ideas about what you would like to
purchase?  You are a very lucky guy to be able to buy clothes for such a
pretty girl,” she said, seeming to enjoy his discomfort as if she were
toying with him.


“Ah, no, ah...” was all he managed to say.


“Oh goodie,” Lisa said, “I would so much like to make some suggestions.
Tricia is such a beautiful girl, and I would very much like to see her
in this simple short black dress.  The simplicity will allow her own
beautiful features to shine, don’t you think?” she said as Don stood
there watching her.  “It fall eighteen inches above the knee, but does
manage to cover the necessary areas.  Do you like it?”


“Yes, it seems very nice,” was all Don could manage to add.  He did let
his imagination fly, and he couldn’t wait to see Tricia in the revealing
short dress.  “I’ll take it,” he said, hoping to run out of there after
his purchase.


“That’s great,” Lisa laughed, picking up on his uncomfortableness, “But
Tricia will need some things to go with it.  Don’t you agree?”


“Yes,” Don said, as he resigned himself to the process.


“What else do you see that you would like to go with it?”


“Please,” Don said exasperated, “I don’t know much about women’s
clothing.  Perhaps you would be kind enough to put together an outfit
that Tricia would like.”


“Oh I would be delighted,” Lisa said, “But what are we talking about as
far as a budget goes?  Tricia has stopped in here to browse many times,
and I know she has very good but expensive tastes.”


Don thought about it.  Thinking back to the ad and his conversation with
her.  He couldn’t appear cheap, but he didn’t know the first thing about
what these things cost.  “I don’t know.  What is a good amount?” he
asked.


“Well on a scale of one to ten, ten being the highest, how much would
you like to spend?”


“Ten,” was all Don could think of to say.


“Oh great!” Lisa said.  “Would you like me to put together a complete
outfit with all the accessories?”


“Yes, please,” Don said, hoping to finish the process as quickly as
possible and end the uncomfortable ordeal.


“O.K., I’ll get Brenda to watch the store while I go pick out an
outfit.  I’m sure you will be delighted with the results.”


Don thought to himself how he would be delighted when the whole process
was over.  He left the boutique immediately, and walked around to kill
the time until Lisa could accomplish the shopping.  His thoughts
wondered to dinner, and how exciting it would be to get to know Tricia
better.  He wanted her to see him for who he really was, and he thought
that as he became more comfortable, his charming personality would shine
through.  He looked at his watch, and decided to go back and check on
Lisa.


“Oh Donny I can’t tell you how much fun it was for me to do all the
shopping for Tricia.  Sit down and let me show you what I got,” Lisa
said excitedly as she ushered Don by the elbow to a nearby chair.


Don had hoped to just pay for the outfit and be on his way, but he knew
there was no way he could gain control of the situation which was now in
Lisa’s complete control.


“Now,” she said, “you’ve seen the pretty silk dress.  I have a pair of
very sheer black thigh high stockings to go with it.  They have a lovely
lace top to them that will teasingly appear under the dress’s hem every
now and then, but don’t let Tricia catch you peeking now Donny,” she
giggled.  “These four inch strappy sandals will look marvelous on her,
and now for the finishing touches,” Lisa said as she reached down into a
bag.


She pulled out a lovely string of pearls and a pair of matching earrings
that made Don cringe a little as he pondered the cost.


Lisa noticed his discomfort and asked, “Don’t you like them?”


“Oh yes,” Don responded, “they are very nice,” wondering what he had
agreed to.


“Goodie, and one last thing,” she said pulling out a very fine gold
chain to show him.  “This lovely ankle bracelet will accentuate the
outfit just right, don’t you agree Donny?”


“Yes it is very nice,” he said, beginning to sweat and wonder how long
this process would go on.  The truth of it was he never liked purchasing
jewelry.  He never even considered it for his wife.  ‘A waste of good
money’ he would tell her, but he didn’t know how he could undo what Lisa
had already done, so he decided to bite the bullet, so to speak.


“Great!  I’ll pack it up for you while you pay Brenda,” Lisa said.


Don walked over to Brenda who was smiling wickedly at him and his
defeated look.  He put on his best face when he saw the ghastly bill and
handed over his credit card.  He couldn’t remember his wife ever
spending such a sum on one outfit of clothing.  He would have gone
ballistic if she did, but somehow it was much easier to take now that it
was for Tricia.  Don thought he would chalk up his acceptance to his new
outlook on life.


He smiled as he took the packages from Lisa, and thanked her for her
help with the selection.  She said she would be happy to help anytime,
and as Don turned to leave, Lisa stopped him.


“Donny, I almost forgot, Tricia asked me to give you this note,” she
smiled as she handed the note to him.


The note was folded in half and Don thought he would wait until he was
alone before he read it despite the curiosity that was nagging at him.
He took the packages to the car and then looked at the note.


It read:


Donny, please stop by Christie’s Nails on University on your way home
and make an appointment for three o’clock.  Pick me up there at four
o’clock.  See you then!


‘Darn’ Don thought, ‘she was beginning to be quite a little task
mistress.’  He drove off and headed for Christie’s.  He thought about
driving home and calling, but it was on the way anyway.  Don walked into
the fancy salon and felt a little ill at ease, being the only man in the
place.  A very pretty redhead smiled at him.


“Hello, how may I help you?” she said.


“I, ah, I ah, wanted to make an appointment,” he stammered.


“Great,” she giggled, “when would you like to come in?”


“Oh no!” he said excitedly, his embarrassment showing, “not for me, for
someone else.”


“Sure, I have tomorrow morning available. What type of appointment will
it be?”


“I wanted to make it for three today,” Don said hopefully, “she wanted
to come before dinner tonight.”


“Oh, I’m sorry, we are all booked up for today.  Tomorrow, yes?  Who is
it for?”


“I really need to make it for three today.  Is there any way?” Don said,
surprised at how desperate he’d become.  “I’m sure Tricia would be very
grateful, and I will pay extra for the inconvenience.”


“So it is for Tricia.  Well in that case I’m sure we can make an
exception,” the young girl smiled.  “You say she will be here at three?”



“Yes three, thank you so much,” Don said relieved.


“Anything for Tricia,” she said with a smile, and Don smiled back, not
sure what she meant and went home.


**********


Tricia smiled and laughed to herself as she walked back to campus.  This
had turned had to be much better than she had even hoped for.  Just the
right kind of guy, and on the first call too.  She stopped by the gym
for the dance squad’s practice, but was beginning to get excited by the
prospects of what lay ahead.  As soon as she was through, she would call
Lisa and Christie to get a feel for what Don was like following her
little instructions.


‘What a neat little test,’ Tricia thought to herself and her plan to
find out just how for she could get him to go.  She wondered just how
far she could go in getting him to do things for her.


The girls went through their dance routine, and then practice came to an
end.  Tricia chatted with the girls on the team, then dressed, and went
back to the mall to talk to Lisa