No Control (Kellic)

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This will be in Kellin's POV unless it is stated otherwise.

I bit my lip as I looked up at the tall, glass tower. It was an odd thought, to know that this building would be the place where my fate would possibly be decided. That was if my Sugar Daddy liked me, or if I was actually chosen by a Sugar Daddy to be his Sugar Baby.

On a Sugar Baby's 19th birthday, which was today for me, they have to go to an SD/SB industry building to fill out an application. The form would be matched with other forms that fit with that Sugar Baby. They would then be led to a room with eight Sugar Babies and six to eight Sugar Daddies. Then the Daddies would choose who they wanted.

The Sugar Daddies would only come to the SD/SB industry whenever they wanted a Sugar Baby, or if they wanted to get rid of their previous one. A Sugar Daddy couldn't be younger than 25, but not older than 50 in order to receive a Sugar Baby legally. Sugar Daddies rarely had more than one Sugar Baby. And if they did have more than one Sugar Baby the attention was supposed to be divided equally among the Sugar Babies and their Sugar Daddy. That's what I learned from my mother, who had been a Sugar Baby herself.

I silently pushed the glass doors open, leaving them to close behind me while I walked into the building. I glanced around the large lobby. To the left were some chairs and a couch to rest on while waiting for a meeting. On the right were a front desk, a door that led into a hallway, and an elevator near the desk. I walked towards the large front desk. After three minutes of waiting, the receptionist behind the desk spoke to me, as she had been busy talking to someone else before she paid attention to me.

The woman, who's name tag read 'Ariana', wore a white dress shirt, a black blazer. I couldn't tell what she was wearing below her waist, but I imagine it was a knee-lengthed skirt and a pair of simple ebony heels. A white pearled necklace was perched on her neck. Her hair was a caramel color and was pulled together to rest on the top of her head to form a very neat and professional looking bun. Her hazel eyes were round and innocent looking.

"How may I help you?" Her saccharine voice was laced with faux innocence.

"Where is the application center?" I requested as I had no way of knowing where everything was. I had never been here before and there were no signs that listed off the names of the floors. (From what I knew each floor in this building was used by the company who ran the SD/SB industry. What they did in these floors, I didn't know.)

"Third floor. The woman at the desk will give you an application. Take care, sweetie." She smiled, her smile fake.

I give a small, thankful smile before walking towards the elevator. A few moments later I found myself filling out a form, an application, that would help place me with my Sugar Daddy. I sat with my left leg crossed over my right, filling out the form.

I listed my dislikes, likes, kinks, sexual orientation- basically everything that they needed to know to pair me up with a Sugar Daddy. There was also other items that I filled out, such as my name, gender, age, and birth date. To finish off the application, I signed my name to say I was agreeing to the policies set by the SD/SB industry.

Once I had turned the application in, I walked over to the waiting area and sat in one of the hard cushioned chairs. There were already a few people sitting in the chairs. Most of them were around my age, if not a little older or younger. I had sat down by myself, not really bothered to socialize with the other Sugar Babies. It wasn't like we'd see each other again anyways.

I chewed on my bottom lip gingerly while I waited to be called to a room with other Sugar Babies. The room would hold up to eight Sugar Babies, each being of the same sexual orientation and having similar qualities. I was brought out of my thoughts as a petite woman came through a door and began calling out names. I didn't pay too much attention for now.