Money. Sex. Power.
It ruled the world and Sasha Torres was going to feel every aspect of it. From the moment she is thrust into a world filled with all things desired, she is bound to what it feels like when three suitors come along and have her und...
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"What the hell did I just get myself into?"
That same question had plagued Sasha's mind to the point where she could not sleep for the past few days. Did she just...accept the lifestyle of an...escort...sugar baby? As much as she didn't shun those who loved the lifestyle, for some reason, she wondered if getting into it was the right thing to do.
Of course, she needed the money and with the help of Amber, it would come to her in many ways than one. There was a side of her that still felt like it wasn't right seeing as she still had a job but the other side of her was...intrigued. How hard could it be to earn the money that Amber mentioned to her just a few days ago?
Twenty-five hundred dollars in three days just for hanging out with some doctor.
Was he young? Old?
It didn't matter to Sasha anyway seeing as that she would be meeting suitors that were young and old. The only thing that bothered her was maybe running into those who would be complete creeps and may eventually stalk her.
"Oh god no," She mumbles under her breath before taking a sip of hot coffee.
She sighs deeply looking around the semi emptied cafe that she worked at for the time being. Money wasn't coming in yet from this "new" position of hers so she thought continuing to work at the cafe to earn money was okay.
Her thoughts were completely interrupted as the shrilling sound of her outdated cellular device blared in her back pocket. She quickly takes it out to see that it was Amber calling her
"Hello," She answers after stepping into the backroom.
"Hey, it's Amber. Where are you right now?"
Sasha sighs leaning against the door, "I'm at work at the moment,"
There was a huge pause between the two women.
"Amber..."
"What do you mean...work?"
"Work. As in I'm at work...at Starbucks...with my coworkers," Sasha's face scrunched in confusion.
Amber laughs sarcastically, "Oh sweetheart, no. You need to quit that job,"
"Quit! I can't quit this job. I have bills and loans to pay off at the moment," Sasha was taken back by Amber wanting her to quit her only job.
"Sasha, sweetheart," Amber sighs. "You don't need that job anymore. Trust me when I say that the money will come quicker than you think,"
"Well, that money isn't coming right now. Now, what is it that you need?" She was growing impatient.
"Since I can't explain it over the phone. Let me know when you get off of work because I'm going to swing by and pick you up. We have some matters to go over before you get started this weekend,"
