Page 18 of Sugar Baby

“Hey, so I need to rain check our walk around campus. I found a daddy to go on a date with tonight,” I start as I prop my hip against the back of the couch. “He wants me to wear something cute and to bring my favorite stuffed animal with me.”

Oakley sits up, a smile lighting up her face. “Really? That’s awesome. See, I told you this would work for you!”

I shrug and pretend to feel a little embarrassed, which isn’t hard, because I am fucking embarrassed about asking to borrow cash. Although Oakley is cool about the sugar dating stuff, I can tell she hasn’t taken it too much past platonic dates and kissing.

Besides, I don’t know her well enough to tell her I’m going big for my first, and only, time as a sugar baby.

I do not need to make my living arrangement difficult. Hence, the lie. Which is probably for the best, because if I’m not lying to protect myself, then I’m bluntly honest. Not everyone can handle that.

“Yeah, but um, I need to buy an outfit.”Please don’t make me say it.

I stare at her, willing her to understand what I’m trying to say without actually making me beg her for it.

She looks at me for long seconds, and then it’s like in a cartoon when a light bulb goes off above her head. “Oh! Do you need some money?”

My shoulders sag with relief. I hadn’t even known they were tense. “Yes, that would be great, thanks.”

Oakley jumps up and dashes into her room, coming back out with several bills in her outstretched hand. “Here you go. Norush to pay me back. I know where you live.” She says that last bit with a wink.

I laugh, even though my stomach is tight at the implication of consequences. “Thanks.”

“Do you need help with the actual shopping?” she asks as she plonks back down on the couch.

I shake my head. “No, I think I’m good. I’ll pick up a little black dress from somewhere.”

Lie. Lie. Lie.

She nods, picking up her phone and reclining once again. “Okay, let me know if you change your mind. I can go book us a study room to share and we can do the campus tour tomorrow.”

Clutching my phone and the money, I head back to my room and close the door behind me before looking at how much cash she gave me.

My eyes almost bulge out of my head.

Five hundred dollars?

Fuck me.

I’d be fucking twitchy if I lent someone twenty, let alone twenty-five times that.

Reopening the app, I try to come up with something cute to say back, but I have nothing. So, I aim for bratty and hope I hit the mark.

SugarBB_Emmy:*Smirky face* I need to go shopping.

Also, I’m just now realizing that they never replied to my picture message. I frown. Maybe I should send another one?

I glance down at the towel wrapped around my body and then strategically adjust the bottom edge until almost-pussy is showing. I mean, if I tilt the camera down a little more from where I’m holding it above my head, they’ll definitely be seeing pussy. But it’s all about the art of illusion . . . or so I’ve heard.

My idea from earlier returns with a little more clarity.

I won’t just send them random sexy pictures. No. As I get ready for tonight, I’ll keep them hooked by sending photos of my day as I get ready. Feeling a little smug about my evil plan, I set up for the photo. Since the plan is to send them continuous photos between now and our date, I don’t bother too much with getting it just right before hittingsend. Not all of them will be perfect, but if they are after perfect, then they’ve come to the wrong girl.

I’m bruised and broken, a little shattered, but mostly, I’m just done with this version of my world. I’m ready for my time to begin, and I am hoping that starts when I wake up Saturday morning.

I pop out of the app, open up the browser and start a new search.

What should a sugar baby wear on a naughty date with their daddy?

There are a ton of results, mostly blog sites. I click the filter button to view images only, and I scroll through the various types of lingerie the internet has available.