Sugar Baby
I’m not going to bore you with my tragic backstory, because fuck that. I worked my ass off for the scholarships I have and the first day of the rest of my life is only four days away. My goal? Graduate college, get my CPA, and become an accountant. I know there are a few more steps, but that is my path because that shit is stable and will generate a more than generous living wage.
As compared to right now, when I have less than ten dollars in my account and my meal card doesn’t activate for another two days. In swoops my roommate with her designer handbags and freshly done hair. She introduces me to an app that is going to stop me from being a cliche broke college student.
SugarLife.
Go out to dinner with some old dudes for a couple hundred dollars? Fuck yes.
But then I see their date invitation.
Four daddies looking for a baby girl to share for the night.
Their list of bedroom requirements has me squeezing my thighs together and my thumb hitting the accept button before my brain can catch up.
And the kicker? They’re willing to pay me more money than I have ever had for a few hours between my legs.
I’ve done way worse things for less.
And I never saw a cent of that cash.
The more we chat, the more invested I get. I need to remind myself that it’s only for a few hours. One night. It’s not for forever.
They won't want to keep me.
No one ever wants to keep me.
Good Girl
Last night, they rocked my world.
Now they want to keep me for the weekend.
When I got the private invitation notification with the two red gift boxes, I almost passed out. Twenty thousand dollars, on top of the ten thousand I’ve already earned?
I wouldn’t have to work for my entire college career. I could concentrate on studying and maybe even graduate early. My future could be here sooner than I ever considered.
So, turning down their offer would be stupid, right? What’s two more days of them using me however they please? Letting them strip away my dignity until I’m nothing but a begging mess of a girl at their feet?
One more weekend. That’s all their new contract covers.
Then they will be done with me.
It doesn’t matter that I want them to keep me for good.
No, all that matters is that I’ll be set to concentrate on my future after this weekend.
I’ll never have to rely on someone else to support me.
I’ll never have to use the SugarLife app again.
I’ll never have to see them again.
And that’s exactly what I want.
Brat Baby
They left me.
They didn't even try to fight for me.
They decided that things between us were over before we even had a chance to get started.
Now my body is covered in their marks, my wardrobe is filled with clothes they bought for me, and every time I sit down to sketch, all I can draw is them.
I'm not ready for this to be over. They promised me six months. Six fucking months.
So fuck them, I'm going to get my six months. We have a contract. I'm willing to uphold my side, so they will just have to come to the table.
They've met the good girl, now it's time for the brat to come out and play.
