Chapter 8: Sugar Rush Awakening

A desperate gasp echoed in Lilly's mind as her dream reached its peak.

"Harder... I need more of you," her dream voice pleaded. "Take all of me. Don't hold back."

With her voice, she trembled with so much desire.

"I'm so close... please don't stop..."

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Lilly's alarm ripped her from her dream right as she was about to experience the best cum she'd been craving for the past weeks.

She sat up slowly, frustrated, still breathing heavily as she noticed her nipples remained erect from her body's tension. Her own fingers weren't satisfying her anymore. Even in sleep, her body refused to let her forget how desperately she wanted more of someone.

Lilly stood and walked to the kitchen, her stomach growling.

She scraped the rice into her bowl as she scooped her dinner from the pot. This marked the third consecutive night of surviving on the budget staple.

"I swear if I have to eat this one more time, I'm going to lose my damn mind," Lilly muttered, digging into her bowl of plain rice.

"Tell me about it. Someone brought cupcakes to work today, and I had them for both breakfast and lunch. I think it's time we both find a better second jobs," Corvina said, voicing what they'd both been considering for months.

The two ladies had been best friends since high school, growing up together in the same neighborhood. Even boring Corvina was preferable to their current situation.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, my friend Vivian just got a new Porsche from her sugar daddy last week."

"Porsche? Hell, I'd settle for not having to ride the bus anymore," Lilly replied, suddenly hit with a wave of nostalgia for their hometown.

"You think you could actually do it?" she asked, taking the last sip of her water.

"Be a sugar baby?"

"I don't really know. Maybe it's just like regular dating, but with benefits."

"Isn't that basically prostitution?"

"Well, hello? Isn't every relationship transactional? You trade yourself for movies or dinners. If I'm going to get screwed, I might as well have something to show for it," Corvina argued.

She still hadn't healed from her last breakup. Her teenage boyfriend had used her and then discarded her with a single text message, forcing her to completely reimagine the future she'd planned with him.

"Well, when you put it like that, I don't understand why everyone isn't a sugar baby."

"Actually Lilly, this might be our best option. Ask your friend about it. I'm definitely willing to try it. Just imagine, we could be living the high life, and all we'd have to do is please some wealthy older man," Corvina joked.

"Shut up," Lilly laughed, tossing her empty bowl playfully at Corvina.

The next morning, Corvina headed to work. During her break, she buried herself in her phone, trying to ignore her coworker's complaints about their job. She hated it too but needed the money, so she tried not to dwell on it.

As she scrolled, a notification popped up on her phone, a message from Lilly.

"Babe, prepare yourself, I've got a date! Vivian's sugar daddy has a friend who wants to meet you tonight. Someone's getting lucky tonight!"

Corvina quickly angled her phone away from her coworker, knowing the rest of the message wasn't appropriate for work. She blushed as she read it; she couldn't believe she had something planned for tonight. Everything was moving so quickly she hadn't decided if becoming a sugar baby was what she truly wanted.

Before she could second-guess herself, another message arrived.

"Hey babe, he's only in town for tonight and staying at the Four Seasons. Vivian said he can meet you at the bar if you're comfortable. Are you still in?"

Corvina finished reading, staring at the words. "I guess it's just a drink. If I don't like him, I'll leave. Simple as that," she thought as she typed her response.

"What the hell, it's only one drink. But who knows? Maybe I'll fall for him. Tell Vivian I'm in."

As she hit send, she couldn't believe she'd officially entered the world of sugar babies.

"Vivian said you should wear something red and sit at the corner of the bar so he can spot you. I'm so jealous. I'll be at home eating my rice while you're at the Four Seasons getting laid and screwed."

A smile crossed Corvina's lips as she read Lilly's message, drawing her coworker's attention, but she didn't care. With any luck, she'd soon leave this dead-end job behind and become the woman she'd always dreamed of being.

She stood and made her exit.

Arriving home, Corvina found the apartment dark and empty, with only a note left by Lilly next to her most provocative red dress.

"This dress works magic for me, so good luck."

Corvina traced her finger over the silky fabric and held the dress to her shoulder. This would definitely catch attention. She quickly changed out of her work clothes and into the dress. Standing before her reflection in the mirror, she loved how it hugged her curves, leaving little to the imagination.

"I guess tonight will be different," she told her reflection.

Not wanting to waste time, she hurried downstairs to hail a taxi. A warm summer breeze lifted the hem of her dress, exposing the tops of her thighs.

Seeing the attractive woman flagging him down, the cabbie immediately pulled over. As he drove through the streets of New York to the Four Seasons, his eyes kept drifting to the beautiful woman in his back seat. Her dress looked painted on, accentuating all her best features. He bit his lip, imagining the lucky man who would enjoy her company tonight.

When they arrived at the Four Seasons, Corvina leaned forward to pay him, causing the top of her dress to gap open and reveal her breasts. His cock stiffened as he drove away, grinning at his unexpected bonus.

She moved through the luxurious hotel, taking in the dim lighting and rich atmosphere. Soft jazz played as she walked to the bar and took a seat in a corner chair.

She ordered a martini to calm her nerves. The clear liquid bolstered her courage enough to order another.

Halfway through her second drink, she spotted him.

Not too old.

Not too young.

"Not what I expected at all."

Her breath caught as she swallowed the remaining liquid in her glass.

He was approaching her, walking with confidence, his eyes fixed on hers. He wasn't the elderly man she'd half-anticipated, but rather a distinguished gentleman in his early forties, with salt-and-pepper hair framing a face that was more handsome than she had imagined.

His tailored suit fit him perfectly, hinting at a physique that remained firm and athletic despite his age.