sugar daddy ; wilkinson

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[melody]

I exit the large brown mansion with a large stack of hundred dollar bills in my hand and a smirk on my face, fixing my messy hair with my other hand.

today was pay-day from one of my sugar daddies and it would also be the last time i'd be seeing him because him and his wife were traveling to the bahamas for a year. the only part about him that i'd miss would only be the fact that he always gave me more money than he was supposed to. the man wasn't unattractive but he wasn't anything that i found sexy.

honestly, i was a happy girl right now. most people would think it's nasty that i sleep with men older than me for money but it's actually worth it when you're shopping at tiffany's and buying as much jewelry as you want.

why don't i just get a job and work for myself, you ask? okay so let's be honest here, i'm way too lazy to work and why not do something i love - have sex - and get money that way instead.

the day i told my best friend, diana, about my little sugar daddy thing i swear she almost passed out.
but eventually she got used to it and kinda began encouraging me. i'm glad she understands.

i get into my brand new white porche and put the key into the ignition, smiling at the sound of the car roaring as i quickly drive out of the large driveway before his family came home.

people in their cars or walking on the sidewalks all stare at my car in awe. i mean, then again, who wouldn't. half of them probably couldn't even afford the sterio system in this beauty.

i pull into the mcdonald's driveway and roll down the window so i can yell out my order in the speaker.

"hell welcome to mcdonald's, would you like to try our new western bacon cheeseburger?" the worker asked.

"no thank you." my eyes quickled scanned the large menu. "can i get a number three with no pickles or onions, a medium fry and a large water?" i look down at my nails as i talk into the speaker. later i am definitely getting my nails done.

"will that be all?" the lady asks in a monotoned voice, obviously tired of her crappy job. hell, if i worked at mcdonald's then i'd be too.

"yeah," i respond.

"your total is $9.35 at the first window."

i drive to the first window and find myself cringe when i see the worker. her eyebrows were horribly overdrawn and it looks like she forgot to blend in the contour around her cheeks. part of me wanted to ask if she needed a friend to help her with makeup, since none of hers were offering to tell her the truth about how awful it truly looked.

"$9.35," she reminds me as i reach into my purse and take out my gold colored credit card.

i hand it to her and wait for her to swipe it into the machine. from the corner of my eye i can see her glancing at me with jealousy.

this was normal, for me at least. now i didn't think i was the most prettiest girl on this planet because trust me, i wasn't. but i can definitely say i'm attractive and confident in myself. and i didn't think i was better than everyone else either, every girl was beautiful in their own way.

after i get my food at the second window, i drive as fast i could so i can get back to my apartment and relax. tomorrow was another sugar daddy "convention" and i'd be meeting men who could possibly be my next man.

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im sorry that was so short but
it gives you an idea of how melody
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