Novel & Cerita Sugar Girl

she asked one of the salesgirls. The salesgirl smiled and said, “That’s Elena Laurent! She’s an actress in a night-time drama. She plays a wicked woman, but in real life, she’s very nice. There is gossip, though, that she keeps company with a sugar baby.” Crystal frowned as she watched the older woman interacting with Nathan. Nathan was standing with his back to her, so she couldn’t see the expression on his face, but side by side, they looked exactly how she thought a sugar momma might look with her sugar baby. Crystal rolled her eyes and turned to take several dresses into a fitting room.

Appearances were deceiving. I opened my fried chicken and set it out on plates, then set about dressing my salad with the vinaigrette. We opened all the containers one by one, setting them out. Ashton and Zayn had brought all the other food, which consisted of mini sausage burgers, salsa with chips and chicken noodle salad. Melisa had brought along fresh fruit, understandable as she seemed to live on fruit. No wonder the girl had skin like peaches and cream. Zayn and Ashton left to get the drinks out of the fridge.

"To be honest, now that I am thinking about it, I can’t even think about a single patron who’s between the ages of twenty and forty. Only the VIPs know the goddesses, and the youngest one, I swear, is at least forty-five or something." "And the girls had to deal with them?" Rhian gasped as she shook her head. "That’s so freaking traumatic; I swear, if those girls and I had met earlier, I could have told them the proper way to be a sugar baby. That’s the perfect life. I get what I want, and all I have to do is be pretty." "You also have to deal with freaking weirdos," Raine commented. "It’s a good thing that we have a stable income now."

Or at least, I need to not let my disappointment prevent me from enjoying myself with my friends. Suddenly the beat of the background music changes and the telltale tempo of Closer by Tegan and Sara pipes through the speakers. This song always makes me feel sexy and like dancing. Sasha knows this. I look around and see her walking towards me, swaying her hips, a sultry look on her face. She reaches her hand out for me. "You need to have a little fun tonight. Be the object of someone's desire. So let's give them a show."

This girl is on fire This girl is on fire She's walking on fire This girl is on fire Everybody stares as she goes by Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes Watch her as she's lighting up the night Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl And it's a lonely world But she gon' let it burn, baby, burn, baby This girl is on fire This girl is on fire She's walking on fire This girl is on fire Oh, ....

“Your sugar daddy is gorgeous.” My blood went cold. I felt a spike of genuine, paralyzing fright. I wasn't a sugar baby. I wasn't a hoe who followed men for money. But looking at us, the expensive man and the messy, lean boy, I realized exactly how it looked to the rest of the world.

So many tried to get my attention but I did not give them time of the day. Then, one morning, I saw you from my office, going to school, and for the first time in years, I felt alive. It was love at first sight for me, Tanya but you were way younger than me so the only thing I could do was propose to be your sugar daddy. I drew up a contract and had you invited into my office. I offered you a black card and was also ready to pay you daily. The only condition was for you to be my sugar baby for Three years.

“I just chose a different route to cope with myself.” “What is that?” Being a Sugar Baby. Of course, I was not going to mention that scandalous word. I cleared my throat. “Work. I made myself busy. Anything to spend my time with. Because the moment I had time to even think, my thoughts would spiral and I would crumble. So, I kept asking for more work.” Work, in a Sugar Baby world, meant being a girlfriend slash listener slash maid slash secretary slash groomer slash sex friend. And in my world, a stock player in the dark.

She cried asking no one in particular. Two years into the business of being a sugar baby and all she got were low income earners who needed an extra juice for themselves and the only breakthrough she had experienced so far was being a sugar baby to a man in his late seventies, he was old and his appearance was irritating enough to make any girl throw up, but the money she got from him was paying most of her bills.

'He treated you like a prostitute. 'So? What's so awful about getting slapped around with cum on your face?' the Devil girl joked. 'Nothing is wrong with a man rocking your world and holes, and then giving you money on top of that. Shit! I'd have a plate of whatever this hunk is serving. Look at him, with his fine ass," the Devil lady purred. Maybe Devil girl was right. I worked at the Sugar Baby club, a place famous for those kinds of exchanges. Perhaps Max just misunderstood what I stood for and figured I was a working girl, too.