SWEET SWEET SUGAR // 18+

Chapter Nine

KELSEY

"Okay, so, let me get this straight... You went to his fancy place by his fancy car, he tongue-fucked you, he's an insanely hung man--"

"Hung is an understatement, my friend." I shake my head.

"Right, okay..." Sierra rubs her temples "he has a... an insane penis, you proceeded to give him a blowjob because you were afraid that your pussy wouldn't fit his stuff, but then... You guys fucked and you got about a gazillion orgasms over the span of a couple hours last night, until you had to blast because it got too late and you forgot what a psycho your stepdad was."

"That's just about it!" I exclaim, hovering my legs up in the air as I'm face-timing my best girl.

After a couple beats of silence, all Sierra can say is an exasperated "Wow." with her eyes wide and her brows raised over her forehead.

"Was it--" her throat bobs "good?"

"And good is an...?" I wait till Sierra picks up on my joke.

"Understatement." Ugh, she always gets me!

Another 'wow' leaves Sierra's lips before she reverts her eyes back on me through the screen. She's got a tiger sheet mask on her face and a pink fluffy headband pulling her hair back. Cute.

"I'm so proud of you, babes," Sierra gives me a short applause "Lewis never made me cum."

"Whaaat?!" I spring up to curl my legs under my thighs.

She sighs "Of course. It doesn't matter, though. As long as his bank account's thick and juicy enough, I could give two shits about his dick."

"Understandable," I nod.

Indeed, I don't need to enjoy the sex too. I'm only in it for the money, anyway.

"You can teach me later, kiddo," Roy smirks, and as he finally gets my panties off my legs, he wraps his fingers around my thighs and spreads them apart. My pussy opens for him, the wet folds welcoming him as my juices of hunger ooze out "for now, let me just taste your sweetness."

Ahem. Supposed to only be in it for the money, anyway.

"You've hit the jackpot, though," Sierra taps the sheet mask on her face "but, what exactly does he do for a living?"

"Uhm..." I bite my lower lip, trying to find a way to avoid her question. I can't. I know I was looking for a sugar daddy who'd pay for my expenses since my cards got seized, but I'm not doing it the right way! Instead, I ended up enjoying last night a bit too much for my own good-- and hadn't even bothered to ask him about his profession and his bank account.

"He's pals with your stinking rich sugar daddy, lives in a penthouse and owns an expensive car. He has to be rich as heck!" I exclaim, but my best friend just narrows her eyes and I have to hold in a laughter due to how goofy she looks with the tiger sheet mask.

She then shrugs "did you try googling his name?"

Now, that's something I never thought about trying. I am either as dumb as rocks, or...

"Of course, I did. What do you take me for?" I lie. Through my teeth, and all.

Sierra's mouth crooks up through the sheet mask "does he have a Wikipedia page?"

"I went on Google. Not Wikipedia, bitch."

***

Right after Sierra hangs up the call to hit the toilet, I do the one thing that I'd been quivering in my panties to do.

To google 'Roy Killigan'.

But just as I'm about tap on the 'enter' button on my phone's keyboard, I'm interrupted with two knocks on my door. One of the maids, a sweet round lady called Phyllis-- who is perhaps the kindest person on this god-forsaken estate-- informs me that breakfast is ready. And, that my mother and stepfather were already at the table, waiting for me.

"Shit," I cuss under my breath before I hop off of the bed and take a short glance at myself through the tall mirror in my bedroom. I look decent enough to present myself before my psycho stepdad and his submissive wife. I remember that Gage had something to talk to me about over breakfast today.

Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be nothing important.

But, oh my god, what if he's decided to flip over, act like a decent human being and return his cards to me?!

***

"Your father has arranged a job for you as a contract employee in the marketing department of his company. Isn't that truly wonderful?"

Mom smiles while caressing Gage's arm on the dining table while I'm barely able to gulp the orange juice down my throat. I cannot fucking believe it.

So, Gage's 'talk' was about him fixing a job for me at his company? I swear to god, this man is fucking nuts! What the hell is wrong with him? Some actually educated and talented poor youth must be out there struggling to land a job at a reputable firm, temporary or not-- while my stepdad decided to make me work at his company... Me, who barely managed to graduate from high school 2 years ago.

"I'm sure you could've hired someone much more eligible for the job," I say with a forced smile on my face, my throat itching with the need to barf all over their exquisite breakfast arrangement.

But Mom replies instead "who said you're not eligible for the job, darling? The teachers at St. Pillsbury High School used to say such nice things about you!"

"You're correct," Gage uses a silk napkin to pat his lips after taking a couple bites from his omelette. I thought he meant that about my Mom's words, until he tilted his eyes up to me "you don't meet any of the minimum requirements for the job I've selected you for. The minimum education qualification is an undergraduate degree with a minimum CGPA of 3.85 from a reputable college. The minimum--"

I think my brain stopped functioning since he mentioned 'minimum' at least 5 times.

As he's finally done stating all of the 'minimum requirements' for the job he's hired me for, Gage crosses his hands on the table and straightens his posture to tell me "you barely graduated from high school, Kelsey, and you're as dull as a broken bulb. It wasn't an easy feat for me to get you this job, so I suggest you drop the attitude and start trying to straighten up your life from this Monday. Was that clear enough for you?"

"As dull as a..." I repeat his stern words under a scoff, but I don't look into his face as I say "fine, you decided to revoke my privilege to use your money, and I could get behind that. But... Mom didn't tell you to do this, did she?"

"Ah, this was a surprise gift for you, Kelsey!" Mom won't stop smiling as her head keeps turning between her husband and her daughter.

"I never asked for a job," I reaffirm.

Gage doesn't waste a second before he says "I never asked for a whore daughter either, but the reality's harsh for everyone."

And similarly, I don't think twice before I say to him "ah, but you should've known we were a package."

The smile on my mother's face fades sooner than I realize what I'd just uttered. My eyes immediately dart over to Mom, but before I can take back my poorly chosen words, she's already gotten up from her seat and left the room. Stupid, stupid, stupid-- I think in my head before I try to chase after her and attempt to appease her, although I'm drawing an entire blank.

But I pause when I hear Gage click his tongue "the only way I and your mother can be truly happy is if you left our lives entirely, Kelsey. But, I'm not as much of an asshole as you think. Either start working from Monday, or leave this house and never come back."

I'm beginning to think that perhaps, all this time, I was worse.