"I guess I have all the documents needed. Do you have any concern before we end this meeting?"
Yes I do.I do have a lot of concerns. Like, am I an idiot for doing this? Am I an idiot to complete all those procedures but still haven't pulled myself out of this deal? Am I a fucking idiot to want to proceed even after all the red-flag questions I answered just now? Am I?"No." I'm indeed an idiot. No doubt."Alright. I shall contact you once we've found a match. Thank you for your time, Miss Grey." She collects all the papers on the table, putting them in a white folder before standing up.Leaning down to grab her Birkin on the chair between us, I steal a glance at her full appearance. She really looks like a character from the tv series I'm currently watching on Netfl!x- Veronica. The lady boss who owns a law firm, always dressed impeccably just the way she is right now; pearl-white business suit, Hermes handbag, pointed toe stiletto heels. This professional image is giving me the vibe of a successful career woman that I would never, in a million years, think that she runs this kind of business.I'm not judging.Fine I might sound like I am but really, I'm not. How could I when she's the one who should judge me for the thing I signed up a month ago.Which brings us to the earlier point that I, was an idiot.Wait, I still am so I... AM an idiot.One month ago, I kinda signed up to be a sugar baby. Fineeee scrape that 'kinda' if you must. Yeah yeah I know what it must sound like, you judgemental peeps!But in my defence, I did it without much thinking (which to be honest, when it comes to life these days, I’m not thinking much before doing anything anyway) because everything was actually quite simple so it's like one of those things we do every day without putting much thought into it.By 'simple' I mean I only needed to fill up all my basic personal details (the info we often input in those club membership application either at a store, a gym, everywhere!) so I happened to provide my details at this one sugar-baby website I found on a boring Saturday night, and once I keyed in everything, there, just hit submit. Simple, right?Very simple indeed.Two hours later, despite it being past midnight which technically it was already Sunday morning (I repeat: Sunday morning! They fucking worked on a weekend, at 1 freaking a.m.) I received an email saying my ID had been verified which granted me to the next step; answering a stack of questions to help them know what kind of a person am I, what range of age do I prefer my Daddy to be, all those enquiries you normally get on the first dates.But the one that caught me the most was when they asked what type of compensation would I like if it's in a form of allowance money, gifts, and/or others.I've gotta admit my hand itched to type in 'one Mercedes Benz, five thousands a month, and one thick six inch penis'.Because according to the Internet, world's average penis size is five inch so six should be generous enough. Because hey, that’s one inch (equals 2.54cm, equals 25.4mm) more than usual.I submitted the answers of those never-ending questionnaire along with extensive information of my biodata to this Cupcake agency and boom! The following day I got an email requesting three pictures that best described me.Sipping a glass of virgin cocktail at a hipster cafe, smiling in my modest swimming suit (by modest i mean a non-revealing top with a high waisted bottom), and reading a romance novel on my living-room sofa; those were the three pictures that best described me.Hah! Yeah right! More like feet up on the coffee table while munching junk food with eyes glued on Netfl!x.Few days after the photo submission, they emailed me a Guarantee Letter that would pay for a medical check-up at a prestigious private hospital. It finally hit me how real everything was the moment I saw the name in that letter; it was exactly the same one I provided when I registered that Sunday night.They really wanted me to go through a thorough medical check up by the list they attached along with the Guarantee Letter. Heh, guess it's important to cross off the possibility of 'died of a heart attack during orgasm with her sugar daddy' on my autopsy report later on.But seriously, the extent of this sugar-baby agency to provide such thorough medical check up and background check really ease my worries. They seems legit.It took two weeks for them to contact me, informing all the results were great so they'd like to meet me in person to complete the contractual part.Today, Cupcake sends Miss Collins -though I prefer calling her Veronica- to verify if I am indeed the 5ft4in-135lbs-brunette-browneyed girl as I claimed to be. I even had to produce my passport to make sure I am indeed one idiot Abigail Grey who signed up to be a sugar baby four Sundays ago.Jokes on them because I'm not!I'm not the 19 year old Abigail Grey!Muahaha I'm not, you suckers!It's funny how stupid they've been not to realise I am not Abigail Grey, though once the humor is out of my system, I am now concerned by how easy it is to cheat at all the check points; website registration, medical check up, this face-to-face meeting.But I'd be tricked too if I were them because the 19 year old Abigail Grey in this passport really look like me. We get that a lot.No, we are not twins.Or like in that movie when two bodies switch with each other because of bad weather- lightning, was it? No, none of those nonsense."Have a nice day, Miss Grey." She leaves after wishing me goodbye.Like the child I am, I try hard not to giggle every time she calls me Miss Grey. I'm not, Veronica. You just got fooled. I'm not Abigail Grey. Jeez, I wonder if the Daddy she's going to pick for me will be fooled too?She explained in great details about the procedures from the first step of signing up at the website until the last step when I'm done with my contract as a Sugar Baby.I've completed the preliminary steps to put me in their database so now they will suggest me to a few Daddies that suit my preferences, and if one of them is interested in me, both of us will meet at a public place.The contract will only take place if both of us agree to it, which the most important part in this story is, I don't have to pay a cent to them.If I sign a contract, I'll get the money/ gift/ others. If I don't, I can keep on meeting more Daddies until I find one which is what I plan to do, since I'm registering just to accept my niece's challenge, not that I REALLY want to be a sugar baby. I'm not insane to jeopardise my career and good image I've retained since forever.So the point here is, I'm not losing anything except time, which I have plenty of it especially on weekends like this. Take it as another hobby since all I've done is lazying around at home anyway. Might as well meet guys though I have no intention to proceed further.I feel a vibrate coming from the sling bag on my lap signalling a call from someone. I dig into it producing an iPhone 4 that lights up with the caller ID shown on the screen."What?" I ask rudely, knowing I'd gain a laugh from the person on the other line."Whoaaa what happened, Senora Sum-mah?" She giggles thinking it's funny to call me by my last name in British accent."What do you want.""Jeez, so serious. You definitely did the right thing signing up for a Daddy. WHICH BY THE WAY," I startle at the sudden increase of volume, "Can you buy me dinner now? I'm hungryyy, Mummyyy.""The fuck? It's only 3. Nobody eats dinner at 3! I just bought you McDonald's two hours ago!" I half shouted at her, keeping my voice low enough not to be heard by the people around me but loud enough to have it as a yell."Oh shut up Fee," she grunts at my scolding, "just buy me dinner now! You owe me, remember? NOW! OKAY? Bye!" She hung up on me when I was so ready to fire back at her.Urgh. You're lucky I owe you one big favor, Abigail Grey.I always preach to others, especially my boys, that we should be honest. Lying is a very bad, bad thing. Doesn't matter what happened, remember, be honest. So... uhm, I think I should start with honesty. Why don't we do this again, with honesty? Hm? Hi, I'm Sophie Summers. I'm not Abigail Grey. We just have the same look and height but we are definitely two different people. "How was it?" Abby asks excitedly as I switch on my iPhone 11 Pro. Earlier we changed our phone for the meeting I had with Veronica; I definitely took the game to a whole new level by embracing my character down to the phone."Your phone? Ew, I'm never using yours again. It's so small, so tiny, so-"She glares at me before cutting me off, "Oh shut up! Give me my car keys! And I was asking about the meeting, not my phone! Or your ex’s dick size!” I laugh at the mention of my ex’s size that’s only known to my dear niece when I accidentally over-shared during one of the weekends when we were out drinking followin
"Sophie, how's the operation last weekend? It was on Sunday, right?" I startle at the enquiry my Manager just made. He’s currently standing in front of my workstation with amused look, probably finding it funny to catch me being so focused with my phone, reading a gossip post at my Faceb0ok feed. Damn it, why does he always appear when I'm playing with my phone, catching me red handed. Though as usual, he makes no remarks on that. He's one of those cool bosses in my office. The kind that isn’t bothered by petty stuff, the only thing he cares about is the assignments that he dropped on our lap are all being handled in timely manner, with uncompromised quality. But I swear, he really waits until I'm playing on my phone then he'll come and ask stuff. Like seriously, why can't people come to me when I'm busy doing work? Instead of when I’m leisurely sitting at my workstation, looking like someone who does nothing but play with her phone and chat with her colleagues all day. "No. Uhh, I
...I feel like I'm being ripped off by my niece. She gave me her ancient iPhone 4 while she happily took my iPhone 11 Pro. She took my Porsche Cayenne while I'm stuck with her itchy 20 year old Honda Civic. She joyfully went out with my Chanel Wallet-On-Chain while I'm here carrying her $19.99 (before discount) sling bag. Thank God we don't share the same size because I get a feeling I'm gonna feel pressured to borrow her clothes in order to complete this pretence of being 19 year old Abigail Grey. To be honest, I wasn't sure about meeting this Daddy. It took me 24 hours to finally able to psyche myself into making this decision- I was thisss close to call it off. The first thing I did once I've convinced myself I'm gonna go see him was to call my niece; it's a given since I need her ID in case there would be a verification by Cupcake prior the meeting. Thankfully, she was hella excited with this news, hyping me further into thinking this is the better decision compared to stayi
"Would you like to order the drinks first?" The lady who directed me to the table is still here, now enquiring us. Well, I think she's asking US eventhough her eyes is directed to L.L.S. But I won't blame her, I too would be sucked in if there’s a man this gorgeous in front of me. "I'll have an Americano." Fuck, that's so deep. The voice I mean. Though that made my mind wondered if there's anything else that would make me think it is deep too. She finally turns her head towards me when I was still smitten by his voice, "What about you, Miss?""Oh. Erm. Just water." I have to play the role of a reserved 19 year old that is needing money hence this sugar baby attempt. I can't be me, the intimidating engineer who yells at contractors like it's a hobby. "Would you like to order something else?" She's back to LLS after giving me a simple nod to my water request. "No, that will be all. Thank you." He gives her a smile which she nods and walks away. Oooooh, this is definitely differen
[ This arrangement is between A.G and L.L.S for the duration of three months from March 15th to June 15th.1. A.G will be at the location mentioned in Appendix 1 from 7pm Friday to 7pm Sunday, excluding the first week of each month. 2. USD 5000 will be deposited into A.G bank account 3xxx87xx6 every 10th of the month. 3. This arrangement can be terminated at any time by a formal request to Cupcake and the other party, resulting in termination in the following month. 4. If item 3 occurs, money of the said month will not be refunded. 5. L.L.S will provide a vehicle; Mercedes Benz A-class with plat number LS3, on the duration of this contract. A.G shall return the vehicle before or on June 15th.6. Should L.L.S perform the limits stated in Appendix 2, the arrangement will be cancelled with immediate effect. Compensation of USD 500,000 will be given to A.G, provided evidence and reports as per Appendix 3. 7. Both parties to sign an NDA for this arrangement to commence.8. Should both
It's 6.20pm. I make sure I'm early today. I went home at 1pm sharp, showered (by showered I mean scrubbed every inch of my body, slapped a rich body butter, shampooed and deep-conditioned my hair, shaved at all the places that needed to be shaved), got dressed into the outfit I planned with Abby last night, did my hair, put on make up, perfected my hairdo since the first time felt imperfect (or I was just too nervous I had to pick on something), and finally, drove here with the infamous Honda Civic. Standing at the visitor parking bay of the location mentioned in Appendix 1, I am still deciding if I should go up or drive home. If I should be a sugar baby, or just forget about selling my body but go on the conventional route instead; meet a guy, go on a date, be his girlfriend, then his fiancee, bring him to see my parents, marry him, and only then bed him. I mean sex him. See how rusty I am in this game? You can't blame me, it's been four years since I'm in a relationship with a m
"But I didn't bring my sports attire." Those words just glided through my lips before I managed to stop myself. Have I told you about the clown attribute to my personality? Especially when I'm nervous and try to get away with it, I would crackle jokes that most would find them barely humorous. But that never stopped me, and here I am, with my dry joke. He must have not known what to take of that super dry joke that he looks at me with the same blank stare he had earlier. Nothing changes, that makes me wonder if he's being dismissive again or he actually didn't get the joke. The significant pause overwhelms me too much that I surrender, "Heh. That... well. It was meant to be... urm. A joke." There's barely any reaction from him which makes me desperate for one hence I push myself into elaboration, "You know, just now when you said you have a few things to run with me so... erm." Nothing. He's still staring at me. " 'Run' with me," I laugh nervously, " 'Runnnn' with me. Run, an act
I'm not sure what time did he return home because I didn't hear any sound that hinted he was back.Instead of worrying about it, I spent the early part of the night with my sons, Cruz and Liam; they video-called me to show me what Dean and Chloe got them for their birthday. Their birthday is actually three months apart; Cruz's is on 11th of March, Liam's is on June 29th, but it's so much easier to get two presents instead of just one for the birthday boy to avoid myself from listening to the never-ending fights over that one freaking toy the entire week. Yes, I'm fully aware about the importance of educating kids on sharing but never mind, that's another battle for another day. I just want to have a peace of mind while navigating my single-mother life. The education on sharing will be applied sometime in the future, I promise. I didn't actually sleep well last night because of this new environment. The pillows, the mattress, the entire thing is absolutely wonderful but I just couldn