by Lisa Vild
Lisa Vild
Sugar Girl - Erotic Short Story
Lust
Sugar Girl - Erotic Short Story
Translated by
Emma Ericson
Original title
Sugargirl
Copyright © 2018, 2019 Lisa Vild and LUST
All rights reserved
ISBN: 9788726295153
1. e-book edition, 2019
Format: EPUB 2.0
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Sugar Girl
The year goes by quickly. Ella barely notices how the seasons change until one day when she wakes up in an empty student tow, and a feeling of déjà vu washes over her. Once again, summer has the city in its grip. All the students leave town to go to work or to return home. The student flats are left empty, and the student pubs are closed for the season. This year all of Ella’s friends have left town for different reasons. Not even Josefin is staying. Ella pictures her summer—lonely and slow—and for a moment, she considers getting a real job. A proper one.
The year that has passed has changed Ella into a new person. When the new semester started after the summer break, she went to a couple of student pubs. On multiple occasions, she had taken guys home, and she had let them explore her body just as she had explored it a couple of months earlier. Life felt easier now as if she had some purpose. Her studies were going great too. The stress of the growing student loan was eliminated the moment she decided to continue her career as a cam girl on the side of her studies. She didn’t only do it for the money.
She found such pleasure in knowing that strangers were watching her that the money that came with it almost didn’t matter. It was a great bonus—a bonus that paid the rent and her food. But this summer, stickier and hotter than ever before, Ella doesn’t feel like spending her days and nights naked in front of her computer. She didn’t want to work in hospitality either, even if that was what her parents thought she was doing this summer too. No, Ella wanted to see the world.
She wanted to take a vacation for real and rest up for the next year, the last year before she graduated. This is her chance to have fun. After her graduation, she will need to get a job and then it’s too late. This Friday goes by slowly. Ella lies in her little flat and watches the blue sky slowly turn pink and then dark. With the computer in her lap, she browses through last-minute trips, but she quickly realises that she can’t afford both travelling and paying rent with what she has managed to save up during the year.
She will have to continue with her cam shows. She has built up a devoted fan base, and they all watch most of her shows. In a way, they are all like a small, very dysfunctional family. Just as Ella is about to start her live feed, she sees that she has a private message. Ella usually doesn’t read private messages, but this one is sent from an alias she knows well: DaddyDom. A man who has been with her since day one.
They have decided to meet at the local coffee shop. Ella feels how her heart beats in her chest, how her nerves overcome her. A thousand thoughts run through her head as she walks towards the coffee shop. She is dressed in a short, black dress and her lips are painted red. Her hair is tied back in a tight bun. He had been very precise about how he wanted her to look, and Ella felt relieved when she realised that she wouldn’t have to pick out her outfit herself. Because how do you dress when you meet your potential future sugar daddy for the first time?
She sees him from a distance. He is sitting down, sipping what looks like a double espresso, and he is wearing black trousers, a black leather belt, dark leather shoes and a light grey shirt. Ella’s heart races. She doesn’t know what she was expecting—maybe a fat older man with receding hairline? A good-looking, fit man in his fifties with streaks of silver in his beard was the last thing she had expected. Is this how Claude looks?
“Ah, Ella,” the older gentleman says with a smile.
“Sit down. I took the liberty to order you a cappuccino.”
His green eyes study her carefully, and it makes her blush. She sits down in the armchair in front of him with the low coffee table as a barrier in between them. Her hands shake when she reaches for the coffee cup, and she spills a bit of coffee on the table when she picks it up.
“Fuck,” she whispers, and when she reaches for a napkin, he closes his big hand around hers.
She looks into his green eyes, and he smiles patiently.
“Don’t be nervous, Ella,” he says softly as he squeezes her cold and shaky hand harder with his warm fingers.
She remembers how they chatted with each other the night before. She remembers the message that she had opened by chance. Have you ever considered being a sugar baby? Ella barely knew what it was, but the anonymous man was happy to explain it to her. He described it as a business agreement; two people make a deal that means that one of the two pays for everything in exchange for the company. Ella didn’t reply at. First, she closed the message and was about to start her live show when it hit her. If she took the man’s offer, she wouldn’t have to do more shows.
She wouldn’t have to work more that summer. They agreed to meet the next day to discuss in detail what they both wanted out of the agreement. To see if they matched. And here they are. Ella is nervous, and Claude is smiling. He doesn’t take his eyes off her, not even when he wipes up the coffee, she just spilt.
“So, Ella,” Claude starts.
“I am glad you agreed to see me today.”
Ella gives him a nervous smile and nods carefully. All she can think is: God, he is so hot.
“As I wrote to you yesterday, I am doing sugar dating. This means that I am looking for a young woman who is willing to spend the summer with me,” he pauses and lowers his voice.
“I am looking for someone who is willing to come with me to events and trips and who wants to keep me company. I am okay with a completely non-sexual relationship, but if my partner would want to go further, I am happy to meet that desire. As payment, this person will be very, very spoiled. And I want you to be that woman.”
“Okay,” is the only thing that Ella can say after the long silence that takes place when Claude stops talking.
She feels ultimately out of place as she sits with this man in the tiny coffee shop with her spilt coffee. It all feels like a dream that she could wake up from if she pinched her arm hard enough.
“I can see that you’re not sure that you are nervous,” there is a sparkle in his eyes, and his teeth show when he smiles.
“But I always get what I want, and I plan to this time as well.”
Ella feels a tingling sensation in between her legs. Claude’s eyes are incredibly intense. He has plump lips, and underneath them, he hides a perfect smile that makes her knees feel weak. She pictures those lips pressed against her neck, his rough hands all over her body and in that moment, she has no other choice than to agree to the offer. She is a sugar baby—and he is her sugar daddy.
Claude is as wealthy as he is hot. He keeps his promise and spoils Ella with clothes, jewellery and fancy dinners. They spend two months travelling together. They travel to Berlin, Paris, Milan, Venice, Crete, Corsica and loads of different places around the world. In the beginning, Ella feels slightly uncomfortable in Claude’s company, but they get to know each other better and better for each day. He is not only generous, charming and sweet—he is also smart and funny. He genuinely cares about her, and he always makes sure that she is okay.
He lies on top of her back, and as he takes her, his fingers find her clitoris. He touches her at the same time as he penetrates her. His weight on top of her makes her feel safe, even if she can’t move. She is entirely in his control, and the thought of that makes her whimper as she feels that the orgasm isn’t far away. He knows exactly what he is doing. That night, the residents of Paris hear Ella scream with pleasure. Her voice echoes in between the buildings. After Paris, their travels around the world continue. Claude’s hunger for Ella is insatiable, and Ella learns that sex is much better when you are two. They can’t stay away from each other.
They walk through the city, hand in hand. They are in Copenhagen, and later that night they go to an opening of a gallery. Claude insisted that she would come with him as his date, and Ella said yes before she had thought about what it would mean to go with Claude. For the first time, she would be introduced as his girlfriend at an important and public event where he had both colleagues and friends. She knew very well that she would be seen as Claude’s new girl, his new accessory. That they would all know that this was no real relationship.
Many girls would find that thought humiliating, to be one of his many women, but Ella found the thought intoxicating. Ella enjoys the looks that she gets from the men and women that pass them on the street. She can tell that they are all thinking the same thing: what is such a young woman doing with an old man like that? If someone stares at them for too long, or maybe even frown at them, Ella gets on her tippy toes and kisses Claude. With passion. Right in front of them.
“So... What should I wear tonight?” Ella asks him as they walk.
Claude has his hand in her jeans pocket, and he squeezes her right buttock hard. She giggles and feels that familiar tingle. The thought that people can see them, that they can see Claude’s hands on her body makes her wild and horny.
“Hm. Nothing?” he says and smiles. Ella shakes her head and laughs.
“No, but seriously,” she insists. “What should I wear?”
They go to a couple of different shops to look for a dress. The stores are very exclusive, and Ella hasn’t even heard of most of the brands in there. She is afraid to look at the price tags even if she knows that Claude will take care of all that. A dress is nothing to him. Ella has no idea if Claude has slipped some money to the women working in the store to get some privacy or if he is willing to take the risk. But when she is trying on one of the dresses. He suddenly appears behind her in the fitting room. He closes the heavy curtain and looks at her in the mirror.
His warm fingers stroke her arm, and it gives her goosebumps. All this is so new to Ella—even if she has been with Claude for over two months, she still isn’t used to her spot on the top of his pedestal. She isn’t used to the gifts, the money or his enormous sex drive. She mainly isn’t used to her thirst for intimacy and warm skin. Last summer, when Ella explored herself, with herself, through masturbation, she never thought it could be better than that. Then Claude entered her life and showed her the opposite.
“Claude, someone can hear us,” Ella whispers when he reaches his hand down her panties and starts to touch her.
“Exactly.” He smiles with his sparkling eyes and she lets out a soft sigh.
She can’t—she doesn’t want to resist. And the thought is exhilarating. They can be discovered at any moment. It starts softly. The rocking feeling in her body. He touches her slowly with strong and hard fingers. They are both holding their breaths in the silent fitting room. They listen for sounds, for the slightest movement. Ella’s back is pressed against the cold mirror and she gasps loudly. Something dark comes over Claude’s eyes, and he touches her harder. He knows exactly what to do to drive her crazy. She closes her eyes and spreads her legs, allowing him to reach deeper into the warm and wet. The other shoppers walk past them outside with no idea what is going on inside the curtain.
Claude kneels in front of her and with his hands on the insides of her thighs her spreads her legs wider. His lips find her vagina, and he circles his tongue around her clitoris. He sucks it and presses his tongue against it—it pulsates and sends electrical jolts throughout her body. She moans into her hand. Her blood is boiling, and she needs some relief. Otherwise, she will explode. She struggles to stand up, her legs are trembling, and Claude moans into her pussy.
“Cum for me, cum for me!” he growls into her, and she covers her mouth with both hands as her eyes roll back into her head.
The staff avoids looking at them when they leave the store two minutes later, hand in hand, carrying a costly, black dress. They are blushing, Ella’s hair is a mess and Claude’s wallet is lighter than it was before.
Ella almost feels uncomfortable in the tight, black dress. The dress has a deep cleavage, and even if her breasts aren’t very big, Claude can’t take his eyes off them. Imagine the party, a voice inside her head whispers to her, everyone there will want you. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she lets Claude guide her through the open doors. They are welcomed by a glass of champagne. Ella tastes the dry and bubbly drink. She knows that she will need at least three more glasses before she can relax. Claude sees how nervous she is, and he places an arm around her waist and pulls her close.
“I am going to say hello to a couple of people, maybe buy a painting, and then we’ll go back to the hotel and pick up where we left it this morning”, he whispers in her ear.
She can feel his lips against her earlobe. His stubble makes her close her eyes and sigh, and she thinks about how badly she wants it to scratch the inside of her thigh. Ella stays by Claude’s side all night. All the other guests are older than her, and she knows nobody except for him. She feels safe in his company as she walks next to him, talking about the art of varying quality. The moment she steps into the gallery, she feels like she is being watched and the feeling doesn’t go away—during the night, she continually meets the eyes of smiling men and annoyed women.
When she is waiting outside the bathroom, without Claude—nervously scrolling through her phone, she hears two Danish women say something to each other and laugh. When she looks up, she notices that they are laughing at her. Ella swallows hard and looks down again—this is the backside of being Claude’s sugar baby. The jealousy.
“Ella?” The familiar voice can only belong to one person.
A person that Ella has spent a big part of her youth with. Someone that she has laughed and cried with. A voice that she has loved. She turns around and looks straight into Victor’s eyes. The mean laughter dies out in the background.
“I can’t believe it’s you! What are you doing here?” he smiles at her and takes a step forward to give her a hug.
Claude appears behind Ella and places a hand on her shoulder, a protective gesture. Ella stands there and sees how Victor’s confusion makes him frown. How he lets his arms fall.
“I’m here with... with my boyfriend”.
It almost sounds more like a question than an answer. Victor first looks confused, but his confusion quickly turns into contempt. He pulls a disgusted face and takes a step backwards. Like the gentleman he is, Claude shakes Victor’s hand politely. Victor shakes his hand hard, much harder than he has to, and then he excuses himself. Ella sees him disappear into the crowd, and her heart aches inside her chest as Claude whispers into her ear.
“And who was that little boy?”
“Nobody,” Ella says.
Tears are burning in her eyes, and she forces herself to smile. The evenin
g continues, and Ella plays along great. Claude introduces her to everyone that, in his own words, are essential, and Ella blows them away with her looks, her shyness and her intelligence. Claude enjoys walking next to her, and he feels like the king of the party. He sees how his friends, men his own age, look at Ella and how their wives despise both of them—but maybe Ella most of all.
Ella notices how a pair of familiar brown eyes keep seeking hers in the crowd. She keeps her head down to avoid Victor’s eyes, and she only looks up to look at Claude or whoever it is that he is introducing her to. And it works. The night is going great, and when Claude leaves her side to visit the bathroom, she has almost forgotten that Victor is there. She is standing there alone with her glass of champagne, looking at a painting that is ugly and probably very, very expensive, when she hears Victor’s voice for the second time tonight.
“What are you thinking, Ella? This man is using you. Can’t you see that?” Victor says furiously.
“It’s disgusting! How old is he? He could be your dad.”
Ella sighs and turns around to look at Victor, who looks furious. He has had one drink too many, and he reeks of alcohol.
“Victor, stop it. Go home.” Ella hisses, worried that they will attract attention. They are concerned that Claude will show up again and tell Victor to leave.
“Go home? He is using you!” He spits when he talks, that’s how angry he is.
Ella is also getting angry. She is mad that Victor left her for somebody else. Angry that he is standing here in front of her, pretending that he cares.
“But don’t you get that I am using him too?!” she shouts and looks straight at him.
“Do you think that I would have sex with him and suck his cock if I didn’t get anything for it?”
The words hit Victor like a punch in the face. She hates herself when she sees the disgust on Victor’s face, and when she realises that the disgust is aimed at her—not at Claude.