The negotiations will more likely be how much I want to make hir “feel like that again.”
“Well, I wasn’t planning on telling anyone, but now that you’ve stated you expect me to talk and have also demonstrated that you have this pile of bribe money ready to go, how about you just hand that over now no strings attached or I’m hanging up and calling TMZ.”
That’s going to depend. If I had consensual sex with Angela Merkel, I’d be discreet.
OTOH if it were Sophie Trudeau or Kate Middleton, I’d never shut up!
It wouldn’t take anything or an NDA to keep quiet.
That doesn’t mean I won’t negotiate. The lawyer started the game and I’ll play.
Nothing. A gentleman never kisses and tells.
Hey, hold on! I’ve seen this too many times in movies.
The question is NOT how much money you want to keep quiet. The question is how much less it would cost Mr. Bigshot to take care of the problem, er, permanently. Most accidents happen in the home, you know. I wouldn’t want to fall down my basement stairs or anything. (I need to get a basement first. Make a note to myself about that…)
The other problem is that accepting ANY amount of money is tantamount to telling Mr. Bigshot that you might just blab anyway, or change your mind, or spill the beans to CNN, or keep coming back to the well. You know that nasty-looking, amoral, greedy Director of Security that appears in every movie? Mr. Bigshot certainly has one.
I’m not a kiss and tell sort anyway, so the idea probably wouldn’t arise until Ms. Bigshot brought it up.
Tell you what, set me up with a cushy job somewhere as a translator with $100K salary, benefits, insurance, pension and job security, and the secret is safe forever. I’ll even do a good job at it. And I’ll promise full discretion on any future ‘business trips’ you want to arrange.
And Angela Lansbury wouldn’t need to offer a penny. Have you seen the way people drop dead around that woman?
Six thousand dollars.
Six. Thousand. Dollars.
And one Cadillac.
“I am not a whore. I am not a tattle-tale. Go play mumblety-peg in bed.”
When I have sex with a man it is solely for our mutual enjoyment. I have for example never slept with a guy so he would fix my roof, or ever allowed a boyfriend to do some type of work or repairs for me. Since I am not a prostitute the idea of taking money or any other item would be repugnant. If Mr Bigshot wanted me to sign a non-disclosure I would.
I highly doubt I would grace Mr Bigshot with my presence. Rich powerful are known for being very poor lovers. They need all the power and money to get females.
The Cold Six Thousand, eh?
A sinecure might be nice.
Have you seen what she looked like in the '50s?
I don’t know. I am generally a discreet guy but I might want to tell a buddy or something. Or maybe not. So if they want me to sign away my right to discuss my own life as I see fit, they gotta pay.
Who the hell is the cut price Errol Flynn?
Like many others, I’d actually keep quiet for no money, barring any reason why there’s something wrong with what they did. I kinda consider it a basic courtesy of privacy.
That said, I am currently in need of money, and they are willing to give me some. They are also rich, so the value of the money for them is much lower than it is for me. So, once I was sure they weren’t cheating or something, I’d pull the best idea from this thread, which is to ask them how much she’s willing to pay.
But, to not break the hypothetical, I’d guess I’d wind up taking about $100k-$200k. At least, that’s the minimum I think I’d want to be monetarily secure for a few years.
Danny Kaye. You may have heard of him, he was a genius.
Up until the call from the lawyer, my price would have been: $0.00. I go to bed with women I like and don’t want to hurt. So if *she *had called me up and told me it’s important to her that word not get around about our encounter, then that would have been good enough for me. If she trusted me enough to go to bed with me, then she can trust me not to tell. Under those circumstances, I won’t tell, and I wouldn’t dream of asking for recompense.
Once I get the call, she’s treating me like an adversary, rather than someone she liked and at least momentarily trusted enough to sleep with. Now it’s not a relationship of trust. I’ll see what I can get. And since I’m not personally skilled at negotiation, I find a pro to handle my end of the negotiation. Like TruCelt, once things have shifted into this arena, I want as much boodle as my representative can talk them out of.
weeps Alas, Danny, you’re passing out of the collective consciousness.
keep Your money!
I’m telling everybody!
( Plus, I’m gonna wildly embellish some of the details! )