Sugar Daddy

Preface

"Mika, I'm sorry, but I just can not afford to keep you on any longer." Ms. Futters tells me.
"I understand. Thank you for everything." I keep my tone low, almost as if I'm actually upset about losing this job. Sure, I'll miss the income, but plenty of other jobs are out there.
"Uh, Ms. Peters?" Ms. Futters snaps me out of my thoughts.
"I'm sorry; my mind wandered off."
"It's fine. I was telling you to collect your things and go."
"Yes, ma'am."

*

Later that night, I'm alone in my small apartment, looking over the various too-short dresses I own. Which one should I wear tonight, the red or the purple? I decide to wear purple and text my best friend.

Mika: Hey, babes, I'm ready whenever you are.

I touched up my lipstick and slip on my heels when my phone buzzes.

Sacha: I'm outside, hurry. 

I giggle at her text before grabbing my small handbag and heading out the door. Sacha drives quickly but cautiously to this new place that just opened last week.
"The place is perfect," she begins to tell me about it even though I did not ask. "It's like a restaurant, quiet wise. But it has a bar and plenty of people to mingle with." she turns her head and winks at me before placing her attention back on the road. "I think this place could be our new hangout."
"Considering we're banned from our last hangout?" I joke.
"Screw you, the bitch had it coming." she huffs. Sacha may or may not have punched a girl in the last place we hung out; long story short, she threatened to press charges unless we were banned indefinitely. Priorities.
"Hey!" Sacha yells. "Come back to Earth, Mika. We're here." We both get out of the car and admire the place.
"Wow, it's beautiful." I gush, admiring the building.
"Yeah yeah, we're not here to find inspiration for our interior decorating skills. Let's go!" she pulls on my arm, and I stumble in my heels from the sharp yank.
"ID's?" The bouncer asks, eyeing us both up and down. "Go ahead in." He moves the velvet rope out of our way and smiles as we head inside.
"Who needs IDs when you have bodies like these?" Sacha runs her hands down her hips and throws her head back, laughing.
We stand at the bar for a few minutes waiting for our drinks to be made. "So, what's new in the life of Mika? I haven't heard anything in a week."
"I got fired today." I shrug. "Plenty of other jobs out there though, I'm not stressing it."
The bartender places our drinks down, and Sacha lifts the straw to her lips. "Mm-hm," she mumbles through her straw. I raise my brow at her. "Sorry," she says, swallowing. "There aren't any other jobs out there. Remember Kendra?" I nod. "We had coffee this morning, and she flipped through the classifieds since she actually reads the paper. She went on and on about how there's absolutely nothing. Not even flipping burgers."
"Shit." I sip my drink. "Then I'm screwed."
"Mm, not entirely," she smirks, pulling out her phone. "Take a look at this," she opens an app and hands me her phone.
"Sugar Daddy?" I laugh uncontrollably.
"Stop. It's not like the cliche sugar daddies are made to be. This is completely anonymous. You never even have to meet each other." she smiles when she notices that she has my interest.
"Seriously? No meeting at all?"
"Nope. You make a username, set up a sexy picture, and chat. When you decide which Sugar Daddy you want to be yours permanently, you send him a request that he can either deny or accept. Then you two can only message each other until he decides to let you go. Other than that, it's just pictures every once in a while and dirty talk. 100% safe." she sips her drink until there's nothing left.
Handing her back her phone, I sip my drink and contemplate whether or not Sugar Daddy could be just what I need. "Wait, is that how you never have to worry about money?"
she winks. "A magician never reveals her secret."