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2- Suggar Daddy

The Sugar Daddy opens the car door for me and a second later I cross myself three times, repeating the prayer while he gets into the driver's seat. Then, in the intimacy of the car, he places his brown and rough hand on my toned, white leg, freshly coated with vanilla cream and plum splash.

  • How are you, my love? Now I can greet you properly - He leans towards me and I respond to the greeting with sweetness, then his lips press against mine, and I must resist the urge to reject him.

  • Where are you taking me? - I say with feigned enthusiasm.

  • We're going for a drive and talk.

He confirms and we leave the residential complex where we both live. I tell myself that I am capable of handling the situation and that I am doing it to maintain the sculpted body that I desire. Then the Sugar Daddy starts talking to me about the new house that he's building with an architect especially so he can have a small museum where he can paint and restore works with the daylight coming in through the windows, and the sound of mountain streams as part of nature.

  • In a month, the house will be ready and you can move in with me - He assures me.

  • But darling, I don't want to move to your house, I'm happy in mine. My apartment is spacious, beautiful, and I can paint and work without any inconvenience.

  • But I want you to move in with me, and make love every night and every morning - He says.

  • Have you ever lived with a man before me?

  • No - I say, and it's true.

  • We'll make love so passionately every night that you won't want to leave our house.

  • You can visit me in my apartment.

  • Barbie, I can't come to see you very often because my children's mother will stay in this apartment. That's why it's more convenient for us to be in the mountains, understand? - He says and releases one of the hands that he has on the steering wheel to touch my leg again. My heart sinks, and then I take his hand and squeeze it tightly.

  • Well, it sounds perfect to me - I say sweetly. The Sugar Daddy releases my hand and continues driving.

It is evident that the Sugar Daddy has a great need for affection, I can see the whisky bottles in the glove compartment of the car when I open it to look for the compact mirror that I usually leave there, when the Sugar Daddy picks me up in the mornings at my house and takes me to the art and science museum where I work. But then, in addition to the mirror, I see that he now has a bottle, and also in the back seat the sound of the glasses resounds like two glass bottles clinking against each other. "He's been drinking," I think, and I don't feel comfortable seeing him behind the wheel. The speed limit is acceptable, but he appears anxious and effusive when talking to me.

  • Next Monday is the doctor's appointment to pay for the clinic and schedule the date for my surgery - I tell him.

  • Are you sure that's the amount you told me? I was thinking, my love, if we look for a doctor who charges less.

  • I have an ex-girlfriend who I had operations with, Dany, she had breast implants and a liposuction, and the doctor didn't charge that much - The Sugar Daddy tells me, it seems that when he speaks, he pouts because his pink and moist lips shine excessively, but far from finding it attractive, I find it unpleasant.

  • He's the best doctor in the city - I firmly say. "Oh no! He's going to be stingy, if he becomes stingy, this won't work. I will only trust the best doctor with my procedure."

  • If you're going to be stingy, please let's talk about it, because I will be upset.

  • But why would you be upset, my beautiful Barbie? You will be even more beautiful, a thousand times more beautiful than you already are.

  • I know, my love, but it has to be with my doctor, he's someone I trust.

  • But I want to be with you before, try you, feel you - He says, and his hand goes from my knee to my thigh. I feel a knot in my stomach, and once again I press his hand to prevent him from touching me further.

  • I know, my love - I whisper tenderly - But we can't do that tonight - I add sweetly. It seems that my soft tone of voice and my radiant smiles are enough for him, as his eyes shine and his gaze becomes calm whenever I talk to him persuasively. I understand that the Sugar Daddy has a great need for love, that his wife is leaving him, his daughters see him as a bank account with many zeros, and that I, like probably his other ex-girlfriends, only use him for his money to obtain personal benefits.

Humans can be so selfish that, being aware of the whole situation, there is no double standard in my mind. If I am going to be with the Sugar Daddy, I at least want to give him sincere affection and direct my attention truly towards him because I am interested in him. But the truth is, I don't find him attractive at all, so at least I try to force myself to be interested in him as a person. The Sugar Daddy continues driving towards an Arab food restaurant and crosses the main avenue, diverting towards the Las Tapias residences, one of the chicest and most elegant places in the city. If you live in Las Tapias or in the area where the Sugar Daddy and I live, you are socially well-off. The Art and Science Museum where I work is located in Las Tapias, and I love it because refined people, highly educated art critics, and art and science enthusiasts or students who maintain a seductive aura when staring at the pieces always attend. In general, I enjoy the good life, my apartment is luxurious and completely paid for by me. Because I don't only seduce rich men, I am also a magnet for jobs and the remodeling of expensive sculptures that earn me a lot of money and keep my finances in order.

  • Where are we going? - I ask.

  • I want to be alone with you, let's go to the museum parking lot - He says. I can see how his eyes, small, appear even narrower than usual due to alcohol, and I understand that the Sugar Daddy wants to have sex tonight. And I must get out of that situation without him noticing my direct rejection.

  • Darling, but first we need to get condoms.

  • Do you have condoms? - I ask and smile at him with a twinkle in my eyes.

  • No, my precious, let's get some condoms - He says and turns down a blind street at the end of the museum. I sigh in relief. I need to call Eleazar soon, a lover who is crazy about me and a good guy, to have sex with him soon and give him my virginity. Then I can be with the Sugar Daddy.

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