Fucked in the shower(1)

Synopsis:

Jade signs up to meet her first sugar daddy.

She expects old money — not dangerously sexy.

One drink turns into a night she’ll never forget… and maybe never recover from.

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Chapter 1

The moans echoed in her mind.

“Ahh, yes… deeper,” Gia gasped. “I want all of you, go deeper.” Her voice trembled with release. “I’m so close, I’m gonna cum… ahh—”

Bzzz! Bzzz!

The alarm went off, ripping her out of the dream just as she was about to climax. She sat up slowly, breathing hard, her nipples still stiff from the lingering heat and tension in her body.

Her fingers weren’t enough anymore. She needed more—hands, lips, weight, pressure. Lately, even in her sleep, her body didn’t let her forget just how badly she needed it.

Long curly noodles splashed against the shallow sides of the bowl as Gia poured her thrifty dinner from the pan. It was the third night that week she had feasted on the budget-friendly staple.

Leaving Ohio for the excitement of New York City, Gia knew there were bound to be lean times, but her patience for living just above the poverty line had reached its limit.

“I swear to God, if I have to spend one more dinner eating ramen I am going to fucking lose it,” Gia growled into her bowl of noodles.

“I know, right? Someone brought doughnuts into work today, and I ate them for breakfast and lunch. I think it’s time we both got second jobs,” Jade said, verbalizing what they had both been thinking for some time now.

The two women had been best friends since grade school, growing up with starry-eyed notions of making it big in the Big Apple.

Anything would have been better than boring old Ohio, with the same people, the same drudgery, and the same oppressive conservative values.

“My friend Daisy from work just got a new Mercedes last week from her sugar daddy. Maybe we should get sugar daddies too,” Gia joked, stuffing a big bite of artificially flavored carbs into her mouth.

“Mercedes? Shit, I would just settle for not riding the bus!” Jade answered, suddenly feeling a wave of homesickness. The pair had it pretty easy back home, but it was too late to go back now.

The only thing worse than near-starvation was the inevitable I told you so they would have to endure if they returned home with their tails between their legs.

“Do you think you could actually do it though?” Gia asked, gulping down the last bite of her soup.

“Be a sugar baby? I don’t know, maybe. I mean, it would be just like dating… but with extra swag.”

“Yeah, but isn’t it basically prostitution?”

“Um, hello? Isn’t every relationship basically prostitution? You whore yourself out for what? A few movie tickets or a nice dinner? If I’m going to get fucked, I might as well have something to show for it,” Jade replied matter-of-factly.

Her heart had still not fully recovered from the messy breakup with her boyfriend Patrick. Her high school sweetheart had used her the way teenage boys do and left her sobbing in a pile of her naïve dreams.

Jade had imagined an entire future for herself and Patrick and had to do a complete about-face when he crushed her one night via text message.

“Well damn, when you put it that way, I don’t know why everyone isn’t a sugar baby,” Gia quipped playfully, not taking her rant seriously.

“Actually, Gia, this might be a genius idea. Ask your friend about it. I’m totally down to try it.”

“Imagine it—us living the high life in NYC, and all we have to do is suck some old man’s cock,” Gia said sarcastically.

“Shut up, bitch,” Jade laughed, throwing the empty ramen soup wrapper playfully at her friend.

The next morning, Jade found herself in the throes of retail hell. She used to love the holidays—until she had to brave the hordes of crazed last-minute shoppers from the other side of the counter.

During her much-needed break, she immersed herself in her phone, trying desperately to blot out her co-workers bitching about how much they hated their jobs. She hated it too, but it was a necessary evil she didn’t want to dwell on.

As Jade scrolled through social media, a cheerful little tune rang out from her phone. The message from Gia began with the words:

Dude, grab the Viagra. I got you a date!

Jade tried her best to hide the screen of her phone from her coworkers. If she knew Gia, she knew the rest of the message was definitely not safe for work.

Daisy’s sugar daddy has a friend named Charlie Barrett and he wants to meet you tonight. Girlfriend is getting some tonight!!!!

Jade blushed as she read the message. She couldn’t believe she was actually going to do this. It was all happening so fast she hadn’t really had time to decide if being a sugar baby was really the path she wanted to take.

Before she could even think about backing out, her message tone rang out again.

Charlie is only in town for the night and he is staying at the Four Seasons. Daisy said he can meet you at the bar at 9 if that is cool with you. Are you still in?

Jade sat motionless, staring at the glowing words on the screen of her phone. It’s only a drink. If I don’t like him, I leave, she thought to herself as she texted her response back to Gia.

What the hell, it’s just a drink, right? Who knows—maybe I’ll like the guy. Tell Daisy I’m in.

Her hands shook as she hit send on the message. The die was cast, and she had officially joined the Sugar Babies Club.

Daisy said to wear red and sit at the end of the bar so he can find you. I’m kind of jealous. I’m going to be home eating ramen again and you’re going to be at the Four Seasons getting laid and getting paid.

A giggle escaped Jade’s lips as she read Gia’s crude text, drawing the attention of her co-workers. Jade didn’t care who looked at her. With any luck, she’d be out of this dead-end job and living the cushy life of a kept woman.

Arriving home, Jade found the apartment dark and quiet. The only trace of Gia was the note she left on the table next to her sexiest red slip of a dress.

This dress works like a charm for me every time. Good luck!

Jade ran her fingers over the silky fabric and held the wispy dress up to her shoulders for a better look. The red silk would surely draw attention—if the plunging neckline didn’t get them first.

Slipping out of her work clothes and into the hot little dress, Jade stood staring at her reflection. The tight, barely-there dress clung to her every curve, leaving no room for her undergarments.

“I guess tonight will have to be a commando night,” she said to herself in the mirror.

Unable to wait one second longer, Jade dashed down the stairs to the street below to hail a taxi.

The raven-haired beauty stood at the side of the road waving down the yellow cabs that whizzed by. A soft summer breeze fluttered the bottom hem of the dress, making it rise to the top of her thighs.

Seeing the gorgeous woman flashing him at the side of the road, the cabbie stopped immediately to give her a ride.

The driver snaked through the streets of New York to the Four Seasons. His eyes stole glances at the beautiful patron sitting in the back seat. Her dress looked painted on, hugging her in all the right ways. He bit his lip, fantasizing about the mysterious stranger in red in the luxury hotel.

Pulling into the front of the Four Seasons, Jade leaned forward to pay the driver. The top of her silky dress tipped open, giving him a good view of her full, voluptuous breasts. His cock stirred as he drove away, smiling ear to ear from his unexpected extra tip.

Walking through the sumptuously appointed marble lobby, Jade found the dimly lit hotel bar. The rich merlot and mahogany décor gave the atmosphere of stepping into a private study.

Soft jazz music played as Jade walked to the end of the bar and took a seat in one of the buttery soft leather chairs. She ordered a martini to take the edge off her anxiety.

The potent clear liquid steeled her nerves so well she ordered another for good measure.

Midway through her second glass, she saw him.

Not old.

Not wrinkled.

Not anything she expected.

Her breath hitched.