Sugar Daddy

Now, year three, and she was drowning.

Opening her door, she locked it behind her, flicking on the light. She headed toward the small kitchen and pulled out a packet of ramen noodles that would help her think. She hated noodles. They were not appetizing at all. Most of the time they made her feel sick, but they were cheap and she saved a lot of money.

As the noodles were microwaving, her cell phone beeped. Pulling it out of her pocket, she saw it was a notification from the sugar daddy website. Closing her eyes, she clicked on the notification, and it opened up.

“You have been noticed.” She read out the words, and then went to the account, logging in to see she had a message waiting for her.

The microwave beeped, and she grabbed her bowl, stirred it with a fork, and took a seat on the chair near her pile of books.

Twirling the fork in her bowl, she slurped up the noodles and decided to read the message aloud.

“Hello, I like your picture, and was wondering if you’d like to meet up. I’m not a man looking for love, just a good time.”

She stared at the message, not really sure what to say. There was no picture just a name, Sugar Baby Wanted.

Biting her lip, she decided to text back. When would you like to meet?

The point of the website was to meet men who had the means of taking care of them. That was what she’d read and heard those girls talking about. Her heart raced as she waited for his response.

She didn’t have to wait long before her phone beeped.

The location he gave was the campus coffee shop where she worked, and her heart raced.

“Oh, shit.” She ran a hand down her face, wondering what the hell to do. What if this guy was a stalker looking for his next victim and she was it?

Time passed, and another text came in.

Clicking on the button, she read it out aloud again. “As bizarre as this sounds, the campus coffee shop serves the best stuff. I like a good cup of coffee, and if it would also help you to feel better, how about we meet at lunch when it’s super busy?”

Releasing a breath, she decided that she had to have a go at it. There was nothing else she could do. The letter was the final straw. The landlord had told her before that if a letter appears then he would be forced to kick her out.

She texted back.

Elizabeth: Sounds good.

****

Daniel Clark wasn’t a man used to having to deal with trivial matters. He was a successful lawyer who was at the top of his game. At forty years old he’d already made partner after winning every single case he’d been given. Work had been his only need in life, and nothing and no one would ever change that.

The problem he had was it left very little time for anything else in his life. His family was constantly nagging at him to settle down and have a wife, a couple of kids. He didn’t have the time for that, nor did he have time for dating. The women that were part of his life always expected something from him.

Sex no longer meant sex.

There were always higher demands. They wanted to marry, have kids, and be the one to tie him down.

He wasn’t interested, and then he’d happened to overhear a little conversation around the coffee machine. Several of the men were talking about this new site that allowed men to meet women. He’d stayed around long enough to discover the site was indeed called Sugar Daddy, and it allowed for men to find women, younger women who offered themselves for the right price.

Investigating the site, he really didn’t like it. Some of the pictures were exclusive and not just anyone could see them. He had to create an account in order to get access to the site, and when they asked what his preferences were, he’d been given a selection of women near his area for him to look at.

Only one woman had caught his eye. She had long, chestnut-brown hair, gray eyes, and he saw something within her gaze. Unlike some of the women, who seemed confident and thrust their chest out, this woman didn’t. There was a smile on her lips, but he liked how she seemed so reserved, so far away from it all.

He’d also liked her figure.

All of his life he’d preferred women who were on the fuller side—curves, ass, tits, he was all for it. One of the things he hated more than anything was taking a woman to a fancy restaurant only for her to spend most of her time dissing the food. He couldn’t stand that, and often found her disgusting by the end of it.