Sugar Girl Novels & Stories

Eight other girls in various states of undress, music blasting, the air thick with hairspray and perfume and of course nervous energy. "Sophia!" Candy calls, though her real name is Rebecca, and she's putting herself through nursing school with this job. She waves me over. "You're on stage first tonight. Victoria says you've been pulling big crowds." My stomach twists. Stage means being the center of attention, every eye on me, performing in six-inch heels while strangers judge whether I'm worth their money. But stage also means better tips. And I need every dollar I can get. By 8 PM, the club is filling up. It's what we call the weekend crowd, bachelor parties, business dinners gone wild, c

Everyone who witnessed her show wanted a taste of her. Mommy July, the club owner, was beaming, happy with the outcome of the performance of one of her girls, who had become her friend. She was very proud of the woman. For Mommy July, Sugar was one of her treasures at the club, she had gained wealth because of the women. More wealthy clients had come to her club since Sugar had joined as a dancer three years ago. “You’re booked for the whole next week, darling.” She happily told Gigi, or Sugar as she was known on stage. July placed an envelope on the table, overflowing with cash. It was an envelope full of cash, an advance payment for Sugar’s week-long booking.

“Go back inside.” “Rude,” Sugar said cheerfully, sipping her soda. “I was just coming to see if you two wanted midnight snacks. But clearly, you’re busy smoldering.” She did exaggerated air quotes with her free hand. I clutched the robe tighter around myself, cheeks flaming, lips still tingling like they knew what almost happened. “We were not smoldering!” “Sweetheart, if that wasn’t smoldering, I don’t know what is.” Sugar grinned wickedly. “You could fry an egg with the tension out here.”

The caller replied, "Sugar, it was an anonymous order." Catherine frowned. Her eyes were cold and terrifyingly chilling. "Don't they know my rules?" Even though they were on the phone, the person on the other end of the line was so scared. He realized that the rumors were true. Sugar was indeed a fearsome figure. According to the rumors, this mysterious top-tier hacker, Sugar, was exceptionally skilled, ruthless, and utterly cold-blooded. If someone dared to cross Sugar, he would get into big trouble. "But, they..."

"That's it, exactly! What is that? Oh, never mind! I know he said she's been in that place for almost a year and lost the girl. Oh, he also talked about his brother, his name is Lennon! The girlfriend is going to live with his brother when she arrives. He talked about putting this girlfriend in the scheme to recruit the young girls because she sold drugs, but spoke several languages and looks like a young girl, but I think this young girl thing has to do with Sugar Daddy." "And who's that?" "Oh, you know him, you arrested him too, except you know him as Reynold Martin!" "You're telling me Reynold is involved in human trafficking?" "Not people, honey! Just young girls, under seventeen. He tak

Waiting outside was a one-of-a-kind luxury car—far beyond anything Amber could have imagined. Echo Reid was no janitor. He was the sole heir to the Echo Group of Southern Altheya, part of the region’s wealthiest families. He’d hidden his true identity to pursue Amber, drawn to her beauty from afar. Now, all that affection was gone, and he felt no hesitation about accepting an offer to become a sugar baby for another heir. "I need an heir of my own, and working as a companion could help make that happen. Besides, finding someone worthwhile these days is harder than it looks," he muttered to himself.

I am an emotional 17 years old teenager. “I don't think she would forgive him though. If he cheated and everyone knows about it. She still has pride.” Pride she has, Georgina is the school's queen bee. If you are imagining a tall, blonde ,picture perfect body, and a bitchy attitude who lives to pick out and torment poor girls; let me tell you, you are wrong. Georgina Johnson is the only daughter of Eligah Johnson, one of the richest men in town, with the biggest blue eyes, waist- length brown hair, and slim body. But that didn't make her bad, rather she is ,dare I say...nice and smart. She don't get in anyone's business, but I would’ve preferred it if she was a shallow person who only talks

A petite girl just woke up from her sleep. It seemed the temperature of the air conditioner in this room were low enough, making her naked body slightly cold. Just when a strong hand wrapped around her stomach, she realized that she was still in someone's apartment. The girl turned around and her eyes caught a man’s figure whom she had an intimate relationship for the past year. A grown man that she called 'Sugar Daddy'. Dominic Ethan Louis. "Dad, wake up, please!" The girl patted Dominic's cheek gently. Actually, she was too hesitant to touch the man’s face, which always looked so calm and peaceful. But she had no other choice now since she realized that this was already eight o'clock in th

The fuzzy echo of her name rang out until she transitioned into unconsciousness. “Bailey? Wake up. Come on.” She felt his large palm pressed against the side of her face as he urged her up. Regardless, the weight of the migraine shooting up her skull drained out her will to open her eyes. “Sugar girl,” he called. At those words, her eyes flew open, and she winced as she attempted to lift her head from the hard surface she was leaning on. Only Joel had ever called her sugar girl. The nickname had stuck with her since college, and when she had helplessly fallen in love with him, she completely basked in the idea of being referred

Anyone in need of a Sugar Baby would show up to see young girls and boys parading around, showing off their assets. So, they were in the middle of the apartments in the business center, in the south center of the city of Lovecraft County, it was vacation after all they finished high school, and after all they wanted to enjoy their life before starting college, with that, they would go to a high society party, they would serve as a beautiful auction of sexy bodies.