Sugar Daddy

Opening her bottle of water, she took a sip to help ease her dry throat, looking through one of the books, and began to take notes on the human reaction, the standard reactions that each emotion showed.

As a psychologist, she needed to be able to read body language to understand what her patient was saying without speaking a word.

A group of girls took the seats next to her, and she moved her bottle of water out of the way, tucking some hair behind her ear.

“So, what happened? Did you do it?” a giggling brunette asked.

As she was reading over the passage a second time, the girls were talking loud enough for her to hear, and she found them a little too distracting.

“Of course I did. This guy’s a real keeper as well. He doesn’t demand all that much.”

“I can’t believe you joined Trish in doing that,” another girl said.

“What? Sugar Daddy? Please, everyone knows that older men are so hot, and if you saw the guy that picked me, well, I was ready to screw his brains out in the parking lot even before we got to the hotel that he’d arranged. He was such a flirt, and I can’t wait to see him again. He knows what to do with his hands.”

The girl beside her released a sigh, and Lizzie couldn’t help but tense up. These were the same girls she’d heard talking about the website before she joined.

Resting her head in her hand, she pretended to make notes while at the same time listening in.

“Don’t you feel like a whore?” one of them asked. “They’re paying you for sex. Only for sex, and that’s what a whore does.”

“I can’t believe you just said that, Madeline.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I don’t mind her having her views. Sure, I guess I am a whore. I’m being paid to screw men. Some are older, some are younger, and when it’s over, I leave them alone without a backward glance. I don’t care if they’re married or not. Look around you though. This place costs a lot of money, and those debts are going to be around your neck for a long time to come. I’m nearly out of debt right now, and that money when I start to earn and I graduate, it’ll be all mine, and I won’t have to pay back my student loans, or what my scholarship pays for. Instead of having sex with a bunch of horny guys that have got the clap, I do it with men who don’t want to get caught. I’ve gone to four different doctors because I’ve had four different men. If that makes me a slut, so what? I’m doing what I have to in order to get by. You can judge me all you want, but when you do, make sure you have the whole facts.”

Silence filled the table, and Lizzie just wanted to give her a round of applause. She was totally right. People could judge them, but it wouldn’t be long before debts were paid, and she was able to earn a living without worry of some of it going to her college education.

“I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Just think, while you’re being screwed left, right, and center, fingered by dirty college boys, I’m at home studying. I’m getting the highest grades I can get, and then when I get a call, I’m going out. I’m being made love to and fucked by an experienced cock. Not all of them are the same, but so far, three out of the four men I’ve been with know what they’re doing, and I’ve had a fantastic experience.”

Lizzie thought about Daniel, and across the library a couple of college guys caught her attention. Not because they were hot or anything, but just because they were acting like a couple of rowdy teenagers. Staring at them now, she didn’t see the appeal. They were behaving like children, as if their futures didn’t hang in the balance.

She’d also heard plenty of rumors about how the guys shared girls, and talked about them, even posting videos on porn sites.

Just the thought of one of those bastards touching her made her skin crawl.

Her cell phone beeped, making her jump.

Taking it out of her pocket, she saw it was a text from Daniel.

Daniel: Want to meet up?

Lizzie smiled, her body heating at the memory of his tongue on her pussy.

Elizabeth: Sure.

Daniel: I’ll pick you up, where are you?

Elizabeth: Library near the campus.

Daniel: I’ll be there in ten. I know where it is.

Putting her cell phone away, she gathered up her books, putting them in her bag before heading out toward the main exit. Standing inside the door, she folded her arms and waited. The rain was coming down really fast, and she had no intention of standing out there getting wet.