Secrets Of A Sugar Baby

Episode 4

Chapter 4

So it was after work, and here I was standing in front of this nice, large building. I took a deep breath as I walked inside to the office. I gave my name to the receptionist.

"Jahliyah Robinson. We were expecting you." I was taken aback. I hadn't made a call or anything. Before I could ask any more questions, another woman appeared and I was escorted to the elevator. Once we stepped inside the elevator, she took out a key card and pressed the button for the tenth floor. We zoomed up to the tenth floor and the doors opened. We walked into a gorgeous all-white lobby. However, I wasn't able to take in my surroundings because I was immediately led to an immaculate office, where this gorgeous, dark-haired white woman was standing looking at the view from her window. It was a view of the Washington Monument.

She turned around and sized me up. She then smiled.

"You know the Washington Monument is just a large phallic symbol. Showing the power of the United States and its standing in the world. The problem is, the real power is within the Yoni, or the pussy. From this, we women can give pleasure, profit or pain."

I stood there at the door, listening to every word she said. Everything in here was expensive. Erica was dressed to perfection, down to the Red bottom nude Pigalles that adorned her feet. I didn't even know how to answer. I was honestly afraid to sit down. Everything was gorgeous and blistering white and here I was in my FootLocker work uniform. I didn't belong. I felt dirty. The woman walked back to her desk and sat down.

"Please. Sit," she continued. I walked over to the desk and sat in the chair in front of her.

"Shayla's had great things to say about her but she didn't do you justice. You are absolutely stunning and I'm happy that you decided to hear more about what we do."

"Shayla already explained some things to me, but I would like to hear more. If there is anything else I need to know," I said.

Erica nodded her head slightly and placed her perfectly manicured hands underneath her chin. "Well, tell me why you are here. That way I can tailor the information to help you."

I took a deep sigh. "I hope that I can find a sugar daddy. I don't want bags or to travel. I just want to at least get me and my sister out of the projects. Somewhere safe, somewhere where we can actually thrive despite what we've been through."

Erica nodded her head sympathetically. She put her hands down on the table. "I understand your frustration because I may not look like it but I came from the projects, just like you. My real name is Erica Arroyo but Cline has a nicer ring to it, if you get what I'm saying. However, despite all of that, I transcended into something great and I wanted to share it with other young women. We already don't get paid the same amount as men, so we might as well get our just due in another way."

I nodded my head in agreement. She continued,

"The sugar baby is a woman who is cultured, classy and beautiful. She is well put-together and offers the distinguished gentleman much needed companionship and comfort. Don't let the media tell you otherwise. There is big business in governing and policing how women use their bodies. You'd be perfect because you're pretty and young. I am going to be honest with you. You seem a little rough around the edges, but the projects will do that to you. I will put you through some etiquette trainings and you'll receive a makeover. All of this we will pay for because our clients prefer the company of classy women."

I continued to nod my head, trying to absorb everything that was being told to me.

"You do understand that you will have to quit your job so you'll have time to attend all of the trainings."