Is that you ready to go?! " Lara looks at me, her beautiful face a picture of confusion
"I look hot right, not slutty at all? I don't want him to think sex is an option, not if he's really old and sleazy"
"I thought he requested that you wear black though Tay, that's hot but it's not black"
"Fuck him and his ego, I look hotter in red and I have been desperate to wear this dress somewhere fancy" I eye myself in the mirror. The dress is short and clings to my curves like a second skin as my curls tumble over one shoulder and my red lips shine with gloss. I almost feel like a grand isn't quite enough for my company when I'm looking as good as this
"I don't know if you really get how this works Taylor. The filthy rich guy pays an obscene amount of money for your company, and then you do as he says which means if he says wear black then he's paying you to wear black"
"If he's paying to see this ass hidden in black then he has a screw loose, he's getting red and if he doesn't like it then tough, he can show up to his work do alone like the elderly, rich, loser he must be"
Lara laughs and shakes her head, "Taylor Swift you are a live wire, i just hope the old man that's paid for your company tonight can handle you and doesn't just drop dead of a heart attack as soon as he lays eyes on you. So what do you know about Mr. Moneybags? Tell me everything" Lara asks me whilst gently strumming her guitar
"Just that his name is Travis and he's a complete and utter liar"
The music stops dead
"A liar? already? how come?"
"You should see the selfie he sent me. Young, hot, the type of guy that would make you drop your panties just by looking at you, definitely not the kind of guy that needs to pay for someone to keep him company that's for sure"
"But you're going to meet him tonight, why lie? it's not like he can hide his face for the entire date"
"What date?" My boyfriend Matty asks as he walks in and shuts the front door behind him. Stopping in his tracks he looks down at me as though I'm the hottest thing he's ever seen and to be honest, I probably am
"Don't you ever knock?" Asks Lara, rolling her eyes but Matty is too busy grabbing hold of my hand to acknowledge her
"Bedroom, now!"
I roll my eyes and then pull my hand away before reaching for my purse
"I don't have time for that Matty,as you heard, I have a date"
"You also have a boyfriend and that's me, who's taking you out on a date?"
"Some old guy that has loads of money" Lara teases "He's gonna take one look at her in that dress and cum in his musty chinos"
"You're seriously whoring yourself out for money, why, your family are loaded?"
"I'm accompanying a gentleman to a work function and in the process earning one thousand dollars, no sex involved"
"What the fuck? A thousand dollars and you don't have to lay a finger on him? Here, let me get your coat"
I roll my eyes and pull my cropped, leather jacket from my boyfriends grip "You could at least pretend to give a damn Matty"
"A thousand bucks is a lot of money Taylor, as long as it's me that ends up in your bed tonight I don't give a shit" he reaches out a hand and squeezes my ass and I'm about ready to break his fingers
"The only thing you will be fuckin tonight is yourself" I announce before kissing Laras cheek and walking out of her apartment and in to God knows what.
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Sugar High
Fanfiction"There's no way you need to pay for a date" "No, you're right I don't but I want to" "You want to pay a thousand dollars for something you could get for free, is that your flaw? Your gorgeous and hot and smell like heaven but you're also completel...
