Financial Complications

                                    

                                          

Petre
I was thrilled with how things were going with Niki. I had plenty of time with grown up Niki, the quick communication while we navigated our busy days quite welcome. The clothes I'd bought for her were a bit of a problem, my mind set while I shopped resulting in a collection of the cute-sexy style that I found irresistible.  I enjoyed the view, but since I was trying to resist her, irresistible was a poor choice. She started to warm to me a little, but held the distant, wants no one's help girl that had rung my doorbell a little over a week ago. 
But her little version was a joy. She let me take care of her, from picking her outfits to telling her what to eat. I knew a little about taking care of a grown woman, my ex having been a bit inept at it herself. The hair removal thing was a good start, though her proud display of the results had made my mouth water.
Little Niki was really good at communicating her needs, in sharp contrast to her grown up personality. "Daddy, cuddles," or "I'm bored, Daddy. Read me a story." If I ever get married again, though, honestly, that feels pretty unlikely at this point, my wife will have to have at least some aspects of a little in her. Taking care of someone who insists on making it hard for you is impossible. 
There were two major problems, however. The first, obviously, was just how hard it was to keep my hands off her. She really enjoyed turning me on or using her body to get my attention, and I certainly didn't mind. And she was sexy even when she wasn't trying. She'd certainly dropped hints that she was willing to have sex with me, but that wasn't who I was trying to be. I took care of her because she deserved to be taken care of, not as some exchange to be paid for with sex. I wasn't going to be able to hold out forever, but surely I could last a month. It would give her a chance to know me, to trust me. And me, her.
The second problem manifested as a call from Sybil.
"Hey, Petre. I'm just checking in to see how things are going with Niki."
"It's going fine. Great, actually."
"So would you like to renew her contract for another two weeks, or have you given thought to a longer term?"
"Definitely want something longer, but I wanted to ask you about something. She's hourly, right? I know her phone tracks how long she's here, but is there a way to handle the hours she's not working?" If I were paying her to sleep, it would get expensive in a hurry.
"Why would she be there when she isn't working?" 
"She lost her apartment, so I'm letting her stay in one of my spare bedrooms."
There was a long pause before Sybil spoke. "Ok, well, several things. First,  yes, per your contract you agreed to pay her rate for every hour she's on site. It sounds harsh, but it's really there to protect my employees. We stress being nice and taking care of the client, so this prevents them being taken advantage of."
"Additionally," she continued, "our great state considers housing a form of compensation. It's mostly a tax thing,  basically she will be taxed as if she earned the money to rent the place. The dollar value is a set formula based on property values, which in your case, while I'll have to run some better calculations, is about twelve hundred a week, fifteen if you're feeding her too."
"And, since it's compensation, you'll own me thirty percent of that, per our contract."
When I met Sybil, I'd assumed she was a sort of trophy girlfriend for Hugh. Now I realized she was his ultimate fantasy girl, the smooth good looks just a bonus. I didn't even know if everything she said was true. She'd set me up nicely, here came the pitch.
"I can write up a much more suitable contract starting next week,  but it's still going to be pretty expensive." It had been pretty expensive before the addition of all of this.  "Or, you could pay the finders fee and be free to negotiate whatever terms you like directly with her."
"And your finders fee?"
"Twenty-five thousand."
I would have laughed if there had been any chance she wasn't serious. 
"People actually pay that?" I asked.
"Well, not yet, but they paid it when it was ten. It's too hard to find good girls to just let parents poach them to be nannies or au pair."
"I don't know, Sybil. I'll think about it."
"Of course. If you do it before month end, I can put it in proactively and save you some of the costs of having her there full time this coming week."
Ugh. While the fee wasn't out of reach financially, I'd already spent thousands on Niki. I didn't know how much of my desire to actually spend the twenty-five grand was motivated by lust, but the erection that formed as I thought about doing so suggested it wasn't a decision I should make without some careful thought. I also worried about how Niki would react, the kind of obligation that it would create tough for a girl who wanted to do everything for herself.
Niki, throwing together a batch of cookies with Vitalia in the kitchen, looked over and caught my pensive face.
"Who was that?" she asked.
"Sybil. We were talking over extending your contract."
"Oh," she said. If I hadn't been so in my own head about things, I might have noticed the distressed look she quickly painted over with a smile for what it was.
Ugh.