Normally I enjoy streaming. When it’s ti to work or do my scheduled live stream, I’m not down about it. There are a few people that can sour it, but I’ve gotten good at blocking them out and doing my own thing. Most of the ti, my following will jump up in my defense before I even need to.
I’m always down to go on and kill ti. It’s been aweso that I’ve been able to grab so sponsors so that I don’t have to get a normal job waiting tables to make ends et. I can make my own hours and work it around my classes and studying. It’s been a bit freeing, and for once, I have a sense of being in control of my life.
Any money I made before now went to food or extra things I needed or even wanted on occasion. My scholarships had covered my tuition, board, books and even so of my food with my small al plan. Until now.
I’m not sure if my mood has soured to jumping on and playing because I’d rather be with Blake or the fact that I know I’m going to need to sell a bit extra on the side to cover my bills now. I’d let soone pay for my phone number. What would I let soone pay for next?
A few hours ago I was leaning toward the idea of what else I might be open to doing. Especially with the person who paid for my number. They said if I went to sell sothing that I needed to give them the first offer. I suppose the question is what would I be willing to sell and at what cost? Why does my stomach turn at doing it with this person?
Blake.
Though when Blake and I were teasing about him not being able to afford , a thrill of excitent coursed through my body. Of course he could afford anything he wanted. I don’t know why it turned on so much when he said it, but the idea of him wanting so badly—a man that could probably get any girl—that he would pay to have his way with ... My panties were soaked at the thought, and even now, my nipples are hardening. It’s so wrong, but why with him did it feel so damn right?
I think part of it might be that Blake is clean cut. He’d been excited about taking to Costco, which was so damn sweet.
Once I got to know him today, I realized he’s not so playboy. He’s also not soone that would ever pay for sex. The man is clearly devoted to his work because he hasn’t even taken the ti to buy furniture for his fancy condo. The idea that I could get him to blur those lines and do sothing he normally wouldn’t because he wants so badly not only turned on, but it also made feel wanted. That’s a feeling that’s so foreign to .
My phone sends a text alert, and I grab it, thinking it’s Blake. Once I look at the screen, I quickly rember I’d forgotten to give him my number. Damn it. I swear on his way out he’d ntioned sothing about seeing tomorrow, but I don’t recall us saying we were doing anything. I know he teased about holding the food hostage, but I thought that was a joke. We didn’t exchange numbers for so stupid reason, but maybe it’s because we were so preoccupied with just having fun?
Doubt starts to creep in. If he really wanted to et up, he would have asked for my number. Now it’s not really possible. After spending the day with , maybe he’s changed his mind about wanting more. Now he could drop off until I’m forced back around him through Parker. Then he could pretend none of it happened.
Maybe he hadn’t felt what I had in those kisses. I reach up, touching my tingling lips and already missing him. The man had stolen my breath, and never in my life did I think kisses could be that all-consuming. If not for being interrupted, I bet I would have let Blake take things as far as he wanted.
I was so lost in him that everything else ceased to matter. No wonder Parker had fallen so hard for Samuel. Before today, I was still having a hard ti wrapping my mind around their whirlwind relationship. Now I can understand how soone could get lost so easily in that passion.
It might be a good thing if Blake changed his mind. I don’t think it would take much for to fall in love with that man. My phone chis again in my hand.
Unknown Number: You’re late.
Shit. I check the ti and see that I am.
Unknown Number: I’ll pay you $500 if you wear a sweater this ti.
: Deal.
That’s an easy one to agree to. I hadn’t been comfortable in the low-cut top I’d worn before. I flip on my screens and get myself ready quickly.
The next two hours drag by, and I’m distracted not only by thoughts of Blake but my mysterious new sugar daddy. Going off the few ssages I’ve gotten from him, he’s possessive, and he doesn’t want to share .
Seconds after I sign out of the ga, my phone starts to go off again, letting know he was watching while I stread. I save his number into my phone.
Sugar Daddy: You were a very good girl tonight. Did you have a good lunch?
Shit. I press my thighs together. Why does his praise cause such a reaction?
: I loved my lunch. Thank you.
Sugar Daddy: You’re very welco. Now tell . Are you ssaging with anyone else?
: I ssage with lots of people.
I fire back the text knowing it’s going to push his buttons. It should freak out that this person seems so possessive, but it doesn’t. At least he bothered to get my number.
Sugar Daddy: Is anyone else giving you money?
: No money.
A Costco card and food yes. Not sure that counts, so I keep that to myself.
Sugar Daddy: I’m going to ask you three questions, baby girl. I want honest answers. I’ll give you $100 a question. Then I want a goodnight picture of you in bed. It’s late. You need your rest.
: Deal.
I smile. Why am I enjoying this so much? I get up and start getting ready for bed. This man is willing to pay to ask questions. Still, a part of feels a trace of guilt. I don’t know what Blake and I are, and we might not be anything. For all I know, I won’t hear from him tomorrow.
Sugar Daddy: Are you ssaging with anyone the way you are with ?
: No.
That one is easy. The only person I want to be ssaging with doesn’t have my number.
Sugar Daddy: Good girl.
Sugar Daddy: Why do you need money so badly?
: One of my scholarships fell through.
Sugar Daddy: Are you a virgin?
: Yes.
Sugar Daddy: Into bed you go.
I crawl into my bed, pulling the blanket over . I roll to my side and take a picture. It’s not sexy in the least, and I hit send, curious what his response will be to it.
Sugar Daddy: Perfect.
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