Page 11 of Sugar Baby

I’m anonymous.

I can decline and block.

Yes.

I let out a breath, ignoring that it sounds kind of shaky.

Once I click theacceptoption, I’m taken directly to the message thread, where several messages wait for me.

Brat4Us:Good evening, SugarBB_Emmy.

I do a double take at the name. Sugar B B Emmy? Oh, wait. Sugar Baby Emmy. That makes sense. Also, props to Oakley for coming up with a name on the fly like that.

Brat4Us:We hope you’re having a great evening. Could you please tell us a little more about yourself?

Brat4Us:As for us, we are four professional men in our late-thirties, who require discretion. We are looking for a babygirl to share and spoil for a night. We normally play on our own but will come together for the right girl.

Brat4Us:So, let’s chat and see if you can be a good girl for us.

My stomach quivers as I read the last message.

Good girl.

I’ve never been calledgood girlbefore.

I’ve been shushed. Told to take it. To not cry too loudly.

Been called a bad girl, a dirty girl, a filthy girl, a naughty girl. Been with men who thought their dirty talk was a turn on, but honestly, I’d drowned it all out, fake moaning my way through the whole thing.

But a good girl?

That’s new. The idea of being someone’s good girl is . . . intriguing.

I hover my thumbs over the digital keypad for a moment, worry churning in my stomach that I might say the wrong thing and scare them off. Or turn them off. Is there sugar daddy etiquette I should be aware of? Do I call them Daddy straight away? Or do I need to be invited to call them that?

I shake my head at myself. I’m overthinking this. Forcing all the noise to the back of my head, I just let the words flow out of me.

SugarBB_Emmy:Hi, Daddies. I’m not sure what to write. Honestly, I’m super nervous. I haven’t done anything like this before. Being a sugar baby is super new to me.

The adult part of my brain is cringing at letting myself be so vulnerable, because fuck that shit, but at the same time, it’s all true. This is totally new to me. Plus, I suspect that playing up the cute and innocent card might be the way to go here. Then a wicked idea occurs to me, and my thumbs fly over the screen.

SugarBB_Emmy:Do you think you can teach me how to be a good baby girl?

My heart and stomach are trying to merge together inside of me as I reread my messages over and over again. I realize I haven’t answered their question, so I quickly put a little bit of information about me into the chat and hope it's enough to keep me in the good girl column.

SugarBB_Emmy:Also, I’m eighteen, I love trashy romance novels (but that’s a secret between you and me), my roommate introduced me to SugarLife, and my favorite color is that hue of purple that is almost blue.

I bite the side of my thumb as I wait for a reply, but after thirty seconds and nothing, I figure they are busy or still sleeping or something. Locking my phone, I head back out to my probably now-cold breakfast, not surprised to see Oakley’s door still closed. This time, however, I bring my phone with me.

Two bites into my food, and my phone lights up with a SugarLife notification. I almost choke in my haste to read.

Brat4Us:Good morning, Emmy. Don’t be nervous. We’re very excited to talk to you. And this doesn’t have to go beyond talking if you feel uncomfortable at any stage.

Brat4Us:As it happens, we are definitely the kind of daddies who like to teach our girls how to be good for us. Would we be your first daddies?

Brat4Us:Your secret is safe with us *winky face* Is there anything you would like to know about us?

When a sharp sting emanates from the side of my thumb, I quickly pull it from between my teeth, grimacing at the torn flesh that is now surrounded by the smallest amount of blood. Popping it into my mouth, I suck as I search for paper towels.