The Woman I Became: (Erotica)

Chapter Three

"We are about to meet David Mason! I'm freaking out!!" Lizzy squeals. Ciara joins her, and Jack shakes his head.

"I just said that he doesn't want to make a big deal out of this, ladies, so we need to keep this very quiet," Vanessa emphasizes this to us again. I am still in shook. David "Slim" Mason is my sugar daddy! This doesn't happen everyday! I sit back in my seat and just wonder what he is really like.

"So do we need to sign an agreement too or something?" Ciara asks.

"No. Sugar Contracts between daddies and babies are exclusively between them. We would have to sign a nondisclosure agreement," Lizzy replies.

"Oh, you must be studying law?" Vanessa asks, cheerfully.

"Nope, I'm a sugar baby," Lizzy smiles back.

Vanessa looks a little surprised, and I laugh. Lizzy's such a wildcard and I love her for it. She has always been good at striking up a good conversation.

"She kinda talked me into it, but big brother Jack wasn't too happy about it," I nudge him.

"That was before I found out that your sugar daddy is David Mason! If I would have known that before, I was have given you the green light to do this. Hell, I would have signed up to see if I could match with Lady Gaga or Meagan Fox," Jack says jokingly.

"I doubt that just because you signup for the site will guarantee that you'll be matched with a celebrity like P. Lizzy's Daddy is just rich," Ciara pops the imagination for Jack.

I watch as Lizzy puts her hands over her heart. "Ahh, my Daddy. He's the best!" Her hands drop to her lap and she fiddles with a ring he bought her. "But things feel a little more scandalous with him because he's married and he has kids. I feel more like a babysitter than a sugar baby sometimes so I guess he's paying me more for that than the sex."

"I would suggest you terminate that sugar contract. Messing with married men is nothing but trouble." Vanessa warns her while looking down at her own ring. I wonder why her expression reads as disappointed. It was visible to see that something troubles her; what that something is left open-ended.

A hush falls over the car after that. Though there was excitement in the air, my friends and I respected the quiet for Vanessa's sake. She eventually broke the silence to discuss the highlights of the Sugar Contract.

"To minimize the risk of the relationship between the two parties, neither party will travel in the same vehicle to the same location..."

"If and when the media and/or paparazzi confronts either party about the relationship, no response is to be given."

"All monetary transactions will occur through an anonymous joint account. Both parties will have full access to the account which includes one card per party."

I whisper to Lizzy, "This has a lot of rules. Aren't I supposed to just fuck him and get some money?"

She gives the hand gesture that suggests that I was kinda right. Vanessa reads me through the contract to page thirteen of fifty-four. Kill me now.

We pull up to a large, golden gate. The crest on the gate is a giant 'M'. Through the gate, I can see a majestic fountain, and on the other side of it is a line of several men and women in all back attire. A red carpet divides them and none of them are standing on it. Our driver, Allen, pulls up to door and parks the limo.

"Well! We can finish the Sugar Contract later, Piper. We're here," Vanessa steps out of the limo before the rest of us. One of the men helps her out while Allen holds the door. My friends proceed me in order of exiting the car. They are excited, but now, I am nervous. I step out of the car, and Vanessa helps me out of the car. My friends have been whisked into the house.