And just like that, Hugo left the apartment. When I got out the bath and climbed back into bed I saw an envelope on the pillow. It had a key inside. Hmmmm. Was this my apartment key back? I looked at it.
It was a key for The Ritz Hotel, suite number 101.
There was a note and $10 000.00 inside. Ten thousand dollars in cash.
‘Treat yourself my darling. Buy a couture dress, some French underwear and a new perfume. I’ll be waiting for you at the hotel. Don’t be late, I am so looking forward to the evening. Love, Hugo.’
Love Hugo. I loved those two words. I was pretty sure he did love me. This was all going to work out well.
Chapter Five: A Key
I spent the morning walking along the Champs Elysee, looking in the beautiful boutique windows and plucking up the courage to go into the designer stores. When I eventually plucked up the courage to walk into Yves Saint Laurent, the staff greeted me by name.
‘Katie. We’ve been expecting you. Come my dear, we have these magnificent dresses for you to try on.’
How on earth did they know! Hugo was like a spy. He was my James Bond.
I was treated like a queen. I stood on a stool while they removed my clothes and pinned a new and exquisite hand made dress on to me. I was like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. And when they’d finished and I turned around to look in the mirror, I looked much prettier than Julia. I looked magnificent.
This was the dress for me.
‘We’ll deliver it to your apartment Katie’ they told me.
Well, of course they knew where my apartment was!
I popped into Tiffany’s next door. Now I had all the confidence of Julia Roberts. Tiffany’s were expecting me too.
They clasped diamond necklaces around my neck until I settled on the one with a large diamond drop that hung just perfectly in my cleavage. I added a pair of diamond earrings, and then, because the shop insisted that Hugo had an account with them, a lovely bracelet too. These would also be delivered to the apartment.
Oh my. I felt a lot like a hooker or a high class call girl, but I didn’t mind. I loved this role. I loved being the younger woman who was showered in all things beautiful. There was nothing wrong with it at all.
My last stop was at Agent Provocateur. I felt the lace between my hands thinking how gorgeous it was going to be to feel it between my legs. And how good it would be for Hugo to gently feel the lace too and then not so gently rip it off me. I imagine the smell of the lace in a few hours, my smell on these panties, his smell mixed up with mine. The smell of sex. I liked the smell of sex.
Oh God, I felt horny again. I bought three pairs of panties. But I didn’t buy a bra. Hugo liked me to go braless. He liked to reach into my dress and squeeze my titties just like that. He always insisted that I not wear a bra, he loved to see my nipples peeking through the fabric.
I liked it too.
Feeling like a queen, but just a tiny but apprehensive, I made my way home. I still hadn’t figured out how Hugo knew what I had been doing. But if he had been watching me then, he was certainly watching me now too.
I put on a show for him when I got back home. I hadn’t used all the cash, only because Hugo had accounts everywhere. Instead, I spread all of the dollars over the bed. I threw the money in the air and let it fall down on the duvet. And then I took off my clothes, held a wad of cash in one hand and put the other hand between my legs.
If Hugo wanted a show, I would give him a show.
And then I got up , took my third bath of the day, slipped into my magnificent dress, necklace and earrings, looked in the mirror, smiled approvingly, called a cab and said…
‘The Ritz Hotel, please’
And that was how I found myself being driven to The Ritz, the fanciest hotel in Paris, on one glorious spring evening. Looking and feeling just like a movie star in the back seat.
‘You look famous,’ the driver said. ‘Do I know you?’
‘I hope not,’ I replied, praying that there would be no press, paparazzi or media anywhere in sight. I didn’t think I would be able to deal with another media frenzy. Hopefully in Paris we could be private. Hopefully nobody knew that Hugo was in town.
And hopefully, nobody cared.
I had never seen a hotel more lavish, more exquisite and more magnificent in my entire life. I stood there, in the reception hall, with a hand painted ceiling, gilded mirrors and enormous chandeliers towering around me.
People turned around to stare. I did look like a supermodel, like a princess, standing in the entrance.
They were staring, not because of Hugo, who had mysteriously appeared by my side, but because of me.
I could hear people asking questions. ‘Who is that? Is she a princess? Is that the Queen of…’
I didn’t hear the word sugar baby being flung around. Or sugar daddy.
I think people thought I was a movie star, a celebrity. I did look beautiful, I knew that.
Hugo guided me towards the bar.
‘Katie. I have never seen you look more beautiful. Yves Saint Laurent suits you . You look like a young French superstar.’
‘Oh Hugo,’ I said.’ I feel just like a superstar. Thank you so much.’
We sat at a table and drank the best French champagne. Hugo ordered caviar, the best Russian caviar, and we spooned little mouthfuls into one another’s ripe mouths. I could feel the caviar popping against my lips.
It felt seductive. Sexy. I think caviar is a real aphrodisiac, not that I needed an aphrodisiac at all.
And then, when I couldn’t eat anymore and I was feeling a little tipsy and knowing that I couldn’t keep my hands off him for a minute longer, I said…
‘Hugo. Can we please go upstairs. I love this dress, more than anything. But I would really like to take it off now, I would really like to take your clothes off too…’
Hugo looked me in the eye, took the champagne glass out of my hand and put it on the table, put his own glass on the table, paid the bill, tipped the waiter handsomely, offered me his hand and walked me to the elevator.
‘I have a small surprise for you Katie,’ he said.
I’d been wondering all night if he was going to be calling me Katie or Candy. Wondering if my role was that of the French movie star or the French porn star. Wondering if he wanted me demure and obedient or taking over and being dominant.
Would he want me to act like a grown up woman, like a wife. Or would he want me to act like a mistress? We were in France, after all. Perhaps he wanted to whip me. Or have me whip him.
But his eyes were shining and I had never seen him look more excited.
The sex was going to be good, no matter if I was Katie or Candy, a porn star or a mistress.
He walked ahead of me and opened the door. We had the penthouse suite. A butler was waiting inside with another bottle of champagne. He took my bag and my coat while Hugo leads me into the lounge.
I had never seen such a beautiful room before. I couldn’t help gasping.
Or did I moan? I am not sure. Because I saw something, or someone, that made me cry out.
There was a woman who looked exactly like me. She was wearing the same black Yves Saint Laurent designer gown. Wearing exactly the same diamond pendant around her neck and the same diamond bracelet on her wrist. And she was even wearing the same colour lipstick as I was.
She got up off the couch.
Oh my fuck, my legs were like jelly, my heart was racing so fast and my cunt was throbbing.
This was Candy.
Candy was here in the room with me and with Hugo. The three of us. Hugo had told me all about Candy and I had watched her on the television screen. I had seen her doing all kinds of things before.
And now I knew. It didn’t matter if I was Katie or if I was Candy. I knew that Hugo had planned all of this and that we were going to have sex, together. All three of us were going to be together. We were three but we were one.
I did not mind at all.
We kissed. Hugo kissed me, dr
awing Candy towards us.
I have never had a threesome before. But I knew this was the most wonderful, natural, easy thing to do in the world. I couldn't wait to fuck Candy and Hugo. I couldn't wait to fuck Candy and have Hugo watch us. And then to fuck Hugo and have Candy watch us. And for us all to fuck together.
Hugo unzipped my dress and it fell to the floor.
I stood there naked, deliciously sexy naked, wearing nothing except my high heeled glittery Jimmy Choo shoes.
Hugo unzipped Candy and her dress dropped to the floor.
She stood there, naked too, her magnificent, tall, soft body, totally naked except for her high heeled glittery Jimmy Choo shoes. She was absolutely perfect, like a goddess.
We both had our diamond pendants around our necks and the diamonds were dropping, perfectly, into our cleavage. Glimmers of sex. Glitters of sex.
Our breasts, our nipples, us, standing there, aching, leaning out towards one another. Even if I say so myself, we were perfect. Both blonde, tall, long legs, perfect pubic hair, pink nipples and pert breasts.
I stepped towards Candy. Oh my gosh, she kissed better than anyone I had ever kissed before. Her lips were so soft, so inviting, so sexy and so so wet.
Just like my cunt.
And her skin was so smooth. I couldn’t resist her. I didn’t want to resist her.
I did have one fleeting thought about Hugo and his daughter. She didn’t like my relationship with Hugo and she would certainly hate my relationship with Hugo and Candy!
I didn’t care.
Candy and I landed up on the bed together. She kissed me slowly and then fast. She sucked me, slowly and then fast. She fucked me and I let myself get fucked. I lay back and let her do everything and anything to me. Just like I had seen in her movies. And then I felt her, my fingers deep inside her, and then my tongue deep inside her too. I went down on her, hearing her moan and groan, feeling her arching her back, and then, coming. She came, long and hard and I could taste her. She tasted perfect.
I loved the taste of her cunt in my mouth. I kissed her, then I tasted her, and then I kissed her again.
Hugo had been sitting in the large armchair with a whisky in his hand, watching us. He was still wearing his suit and tie. He had a cigar in the other hand, unlit. He was sexy as hell. Every once in a while I would look over at him. His breathing was deep and slow. His eyes were glazed over. His cock was hard. I could see it, the bulge, through his trouser pants.
He wanted to join us. But I said no.
‘No, Hugo. Not yet. You wait there. Watch us. We’ll tell you when you can join us.’
Candy giggled with me. Not only was this the best sex of our lives but we were quite enjoying telling Hugo what to do!
‘Not yet, Hugo,’ we both said, as we kissed and licked each other.
‘Keep your pants on, Hugo,’ we said, as he unzipped his trousers, his large cock clearly visible.
It looked good and he looked so good, but still, I said:
‘Pass the champagne please, Hugo. We’re not going to fuck you. Not yet.’
When I asked him to pass the champagne he left his chair, picked up the bottle, walked over to the bed, and stood over both of us. Candy and I were lying there, naked, wet, dripping and exhausted. Hugo poured. He did not pour into our glasses. He poured, first into my mouth and then into Candy’s. And then he poured into Candy’s belly button, and then into mine. And he drank too. He drank from our mouths, from our bellies, and then from our cunts. And his tongue became one with my tongue and one with Candy’s, and soon we couldn’t tell who was who, who was kissing who and who was fucking who.
The night went on and on. I cannot remember how many times I orgasmed. I know that Candy came over and over again. I know that Hugo called out both our names, often. I know that I wanted to keep on coming.
‘Candy. Katie. Oh dear sweet God, yes, yes, girls, yes, let me fuck you, like this, hard, yes…’
And then, after hours and hours, Hugo left the room. He kissed me gently on the forehead and then he kissed Candy. He left us to sleep together. I guess he went to sleep in a different suite; he was working the next day after all. He needed his rest.
And the two of us climbed under the covers and we slept, arm in arm. And when we woke in the morning, there was a note from Hugo.
And with the note, a few thousand dollars again.
God, I had missed his money. Candy was laughing and shrieking.
‘Come on Katie. We’re going shopping. Quick, this is Paris, we’re going to the best stores in the world. And then we’re going to eat chocolate eclairs and drink more champagne, and maybe visit museums and galleries and do sightseeing! Hugo will be working all day but we don't need him, we have his money. We’re Sugar Babies United!!!’
I loved that. Sugar Babies United. I was a sugar baby again. I had a sugar lover! A beautiful young woman lesbian sugar delicious lover. And I had Hugo too. My sugar dad. Our sugar dad.
We were a team.
And we had shopping to do. I jumped into the shower and stood under the hot water. Candy jumped in with me. She soaped my back and I soaped hers. She played with my nipples. I loved it when she did that. We kissed. Her fingers fondled my ass. I fondled hers. We pressed ourselves against one another, water everywhere, soap everywhere, and soon, our cum everywhere too. It didn’t matter that the butler had set up our room service breakfast for us. It didn’t matter that the driver was waiting downstairs to take us shopping. It only mattered that we were together and we couldn't get enough of each other.
An hour later, we were ready.
We walked the streets of Paris, we bought beautiful frocks, we tried on shoes, we posed in front of the Eiffel Tower, we kissed in the back of the car, and then as discussed, we ate pastries and drank hot chocolate and giggled some more. We both felt like school girls, without a care in the world.
‘Tell me about the porn you make, Candy. I’m curious. Do you still do it?’
‘Oh Katie. I got into porn when I didn’t have any money at all. It was an easy way to make a few extra bucks. I started off by stripping. I was a great stripper! I used to do lap dancing in clubs, and then, well, one of my customers asked me to be in a movie. The money was good. I like my body, I like showing it off. I said yes.’
‘How much money do you make?’ Like, from one movie?’
‘it’s always different. Sometimes five hundred dollars. Sometimes five thousand. It depends what I have to do.’
I told Candy that I’d watched some of her porn. That Hugo and I used to sit in bed and watch it together.
‘I know,’ she said. ‘Hugo has told me everything about you. But you know Katie, you must be careful. Hugo will never commit to you. I worry that you may be in love with him. I’ve seen the way you look at him. His business is everything to him. And his daughter. Hugo loves her too much to ever damage that relationship. We will always be secrets in his world. Always.’
‘You know I had never had a threesome before last night,’ I told Candy. I don’t expect Hugo to run off with both of us. But, I do feel like I’ve given up a lot for him. I do pretty much want some kind of commitment from him.’
‘You’re not getting it, hon. Ever. So watch your heart. Be careful. Tomorrow, I leave Paris. I go back home, back to my life. I don't mind it at all. But you, I don't know what you have to go back to. So be careful. Don't give up everything for him. You need to look after yourself.’
We finished our tea. Candy went back to the hotel and I went back to my apartment. I had to do some thinking, some very serious thinking. I kissed her goodbye in the back of the car.
‘Thank you,’ I said. ‘Thank you.’
I wasn’t sure that I would see her again. But I would be seeing Hugo again and I needed to talk to him.
Chapter Six: A plan
Hugo came over in the evening. I was dressed in my shorts. I didn’t feel like another evening of expensive dinners, dresses and decadence. He sensed my mood, immediately.
‘Did
n’t you enjoy last night, Katie darling?’
‘I loved last night, Hugo. I’d never done that before and it was absolutely fantastic. I loved the dinner, I loved the surprise, I loved making love with a woman. With Candy. And of course, with you. But now, well, now I am back to wanting more.’
Hugo stood up. He looked a little bit angry.
‘What are you asking for Katie? I haven't made any promises to you. You know how hard it is. I’m old enough to be your father. I have a reputation that I need to look after. And I have a daughter who will never forgive me if I am to be seen with you. You are half my age, the same age as my daughter. Do I need to remind you of that?’
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