“Hey, dude, is mummy taking you out for dinner?! Or is it Grandma’s Day today?”, the hooligans in the neighborhood joke behind the back of a 25-year-old law student. He usually tells those bastards to mind their own damn business, hoping that his lover does not feel humiliated and upset because of all the mockery.
Chris is in an intimate long-term relationship with a mature woman 30 years his senior, who also happens to be his boss. Co-workers call him a “Toyboy“ and insinuate that he tries to, as the saying goes, „sleep his way to the top“. But if you listen to his side of the story, the whole picture changes.
Q: Chris, how did it all start?
Chris: I grew up in a small town in Styria, Austria and moved to Vienna a few years ago to study law. I chose this city because I had long been fascinated by its student life, late-night pubs and international atmosphere. After years of watching “Suits”, featuring the future Duchess of SuxSEX, I wanted to work hard, party harder and become the real life Harvey Specter. Self-assured. Arrogant. Successful. Rich.
Q: Have you graduated from the faculty of law?
Chris: It turned out to be more difficult than expected. Never-ending classes at the university. High rent for a room in a shared apartment. It was a constant struggle for existence. When I paid for a flat, I often ran out of money for food. Desperate to make ends meet, I took a job at a sandwich bar, but only earned pennies.
Q: Is that when you decided to become a Toyboy?
Chris: Nope. Never planned it, really. After two years busting my ass in Vienna, one day I ran into a recent law graduate, Andrea. I would have expected her to have started a glorious career, but that was not the case. She told me about her difficulties trying to get into a law firm, without having any connections, or a network, or co called “vitamin B” (“Beziehungen”). I was devastated hearing about what could be my future. I was not going to work for a degree and end up unemployed after graduating. Returning back to my parents house and working in my uncle’s garage seemed like a good alternative to struggling in Vienna. A mechanic is not the same as a lawyer, but after all, who said I must be a lawyer?
Q: I guess you did not leave the university and go back home?
Chris: I would probably have quit my studies, if it hadn’t been for a conversation with my sister. “Why hurry?”, she stopped me. „Don’t give up just yet. Use what your colleague said and find yourself the right connections… Apply for an internship!”. I followed her advice, even though I had doubts that any law firm would need an apprentice. After just three interviews, I got an offer to work for free twenty hours a week (on a voluntary basis) in a large office in the city center.
Q: You agreed to work without pay?
Chris: Yes, because they promised to consider me for employment if I did well. The recruiter said he liked my attitude and willpower. “Millennials nowadays want to get paid just for showing up to work. And you, young man, are willing to put in some effort. I admire that!”
I have sworn to myself to do my best, come before everyone else every morning and be the last one to leave the office at night. I made coffee, wiped countertops, and photocopied documents. I was elegant, discreet, and polite. Within a few weeks, the entire office adored me.
Q: Is that where you met your sugar-mama?
Chris: I do not appreciate you calling her this way, but yes. Doris, one of the senior partners of the company, seemed to be particularly fond of me. I must admit I liked her too. Despite her age, she was quite an attractive woman. Even though Doris was in her fifties, she always wore high heels, elegant suits and chic French fashion. She also had a perfect figure, better than some of my female colleagues in their twenties. And Doris was brilliant at work. Laser-sharp mind, quick judgment, excellent knowledge of law. One of the best corporate legal experts in Austria. Everyone in the firm was scared of her, but for me Doris was the ideal lawyer and quickly became my role model.
Q: Was your boss interested in you?
Chris: Doris must have noticed my puppy interest because she started inviting me to her negotiations. She did all the talking while I sat there taking notes, making coffee, bringing water, helping in any way I could. I never spoke unless asked. I knew my place. Doris liked my silent assistance, and started giving me more law-related tasks. In passing, she mentioned once or twice that I reminded her of her son who lived abroad. I knew from rumors in the company that she had divorced her husband several years prior to our meeting and had been alone since then.
Occasionally we would attend business lunches and dinners with other law firm employees or important clients. For me those were not only opportunities to establish the much needed professional contacts but also learning moments. I observed how to move in upper class circles. Becoming the perfect gentleman, I always offered to drive my boss home after those late work meetings, but she would usually refuse and go alone.
Q: When did your relationship change?
Chris: One day, as usual, I accompanied Doris to dinner with some clients. The evening ended after ten, so I offered to give her a lift. This time she accepted.
„Does your girlfriend mind you returning home so late a few times a month?“, she asked out of a sudden, when we were already in the car.
I looked at her in amazement. Our law firm was fully professional, and no private matters were discussed. Never and under any circumstances.
„I don’t have a girlfriend, ma’am,“ I replied truthfully.
„Really? No one has ensnared a cute kid like you so far?“ Doris laughed squeakily, and only then did I realize that she must have drunk much more than I thought. I looked at her suspiciously. Well, well, well!
“Chris…” So far Doris had always called me by my last name. „Perhaps you would like to keep the old lady company, since you are free anyway? Of course I can repay you…”, she smiled ingratiatingly.
My cheeks were burning with fire. This was the moment to choose: either snap with indignation and jump out of the car or…
I gave Doris a long, appreciative look. Every woman would like to look like this at her age.
“It will be my pleasure, ma’am,“ I said as calmly as she expected from me. She just nodded, smiling. At that moment, my fate was decided.
Q: I assume you had sex that night?
Chris: We drove over to her place – a huge house in the posh part of Vienna. This is how it started. She was actually amazing in bed: very experienced and sensual. Later, there were many dinners, breakfasts, city trips and stays in expensive five star hotels. Of course, Doris paid for everything. A custom-made suit? No problem. A scooter so that I can show up at her doorstep when she calls? „Just don’t crash, kid.“ A car? Yeap, I think I’ll get one soon – perhaps for our first date anniversary, which is in a couple of days…
Q: Are you with her because of money?
Chris: I’ll be totally honest with you. One gets used to good things in life very quickly. Thanks to Doris, I got a taste for the comfortable life of a well-paid lawyer and could afford to quit the sandwich bar hustle.
Initially, it was supposed to be a deal. Clean business exchange – my sex services for a career ladder. One day Doris told me in a fit of honesty: “I know why you’re with me. If you ever meet a girl you fall in love with, who will give you children and with whom you want to start a family, do not hesitate. Just tell me and I will understand.”
My wise role model… She didn’t foresee only one thing. Neither of us predicted that she would fall in love with me, and I would fall in love with her…
I want to propose to Doris and marry her if she says yes. Never mind that she can’t have children anymore, and everyone around us is going to laugh suspecting that I just want an easy life at the old lady’s expense. I don’t care. Only our happiness counts. This is what I keep telling Doris.
Q: Have you informed your friends and family yet?
Chris: Yeap, and they did not take it easy. I told my buddy over a beer and he asked in disgust: “What do you see in that old bag? Don’t you hate being in bed with her? I could never sell myself like this!” I should have punched him and screamed that his young wife was fat, unkempt and wearing rags! Honestly, Doris was so much more attractive than my pal’s spouse. But I remained silent as befits a man with class. This is what I learned from Doris. Act like a gentleman. She made me a different, a better person. Is it any wonder that I love her for that too?
As for my folks at home… My sister spilled the beans at a family dinner, telling everyone that my salary was actually miserable but I had a sponsor, who’s older than my mother. Our parents almost had a heart attack!
But I am not going to ask for permission to marry Doris. My family will just have to accept the facts. I can only hope they’ll come to the wedding.
I know what it looks like. People gossip behind my back, saying I am penniless and use my fiancée/boss, although the age gap between us is… thirty years. There are whispers, taunts and sick jokes. I got a promotion at the firm a few weeks ago. Do you think anyone appreciated my hard work in the office, long hours, dedication, coming at 6 am and leaving after 10 pm? Nope! They all just called me „Doris’ gigolo“!
Q: Does it hurt to be called names?
Chris: It does. But it is worth it. I have learned too well what it means to be poor and I don’t intend to go back to where I was before meeting Doris. By marrying this woman I will not only get an amazing partner but also her house, her money and a sports car.
Those losers can laugh at me for falling in love with a woman 30 years my senior, but have any of them seen her bank account? They’ll never have a life like me now, in my twenties.
It gives me chills of satisfaction to think that none of the guys who mock our relationship can afford to drive a Porsche, let alone own it.
As strange as it may seem, I really love Doris and intend to make her happy. She has feelings for me too. So why don’t the people around us just leave us alone?