My sugar daddy

Elizabeth Walker—Lizzie to all her friends—stared down at her cell phone and saw no notifications. Working in a coffee shop hadn't been her idea of a good time, but it was close to the campus and provided her with enough money to get by. The problem was, she'd experienced a run of bad luck lately, and if she didn't come up with some money soon, the landlord would kick her ass out of the apartment she lived in. The visit she'd had to the hospital had completely drained her funds, and now she owed them money and her landlord money—not to mention it was also another school year, so brand-new books had to be purchased. The more she thought about the money she owed, the more she broke out into a sweat. Life wasn't supposed to be this complicated. College should be the best time of her life, and yet, it was turning into a disaster. Pocketing her cell phone, she stepped up to the main counter with a smile on her face and began to take orders from the long queue of clients. At least she knew how to make a good coffee. Still, at the back of her mind, she wondered if anyone would ever consider her. Signing up for the website had taken really big guts from her. Okay, she didn't exactly have much choice, but she'd heard a couple of girls laughing about it in class, and she'd been desperate. She'd signed up for a sugar daddy website. It was like an online dating forum, only you knew straight away it was going to lead to sex if you got contacted. She'd read through all the pertinent information attached to the website.

Safe, consensual, and they demanded the first meet be in a public place as per the agreement on the website. She didn't know if anyone actually stuck to those rules, only that she was going to. Not that anyone would ever click on her picture. She was the only fuller woman on the website, and she'd checked. The truth was, part of her wanted the help and another didn't want anyone to click on her name. An older man would pick her, if he picked her, and she'd give him access to her body for money. She was being a whore, only a selective one. She smiled as a man came up to the counter. "A latte. No sugar, quickly." There were people who were so rude, but she kept on smiling and made his coffee quickly. She put it in front of him, told him the price, collected his change, and handed it to him. At least she wasn't selling her soul or her virginity. Nope, that had been long gone when she'd gone to her high school prom. The girls she'd heard giggling in class had mentioned how they'd been drowning in debt, but with a couple of dates, the men they'd serviced had made it possible for them to get out of debt and start saving. She wanted to get out of debt, save money, and have as much of her student loans paid off as she could. There was no way a man would ever pick her though. Men didn't want the fuller, curvier, or, as some deemed them, plus-size. No, they wanted the slender girls with big tits and tight ass. Her ass fit into a size eighteen, and her tits were large enough that she always had to go a size up so it didn't create that little gap in the chest area. Could she go through with it, though? Right from the start, she knew they were going to have sex. By the end of her shift she was close to removing her name from the damn site. Leaving the coffee shop, she grabbed her large bag filled with books, and walked toward her apartment. She didn't look at her cell phone, refusing to see if someone could even want her. Putting herself on the line like this didn't exactly cheer her up. One week and nothing. It just went to show that her parents were right. She wasn't worth anything, and no one could ever want her. Getting to her door, she saw a sign on her door letting her know that her landlord was looking for her. Taking it from the door, she opened up the letter and saw the final warning. If she didn't pay the backdated rent, he'd have no choice but to evict her. Resting her head against the door, she slammed her hand against it. For the first year, she'd been flying high on the success. A full scholarship, away from the family that did nothing but criticize her, and a job. She'd made it. One year of success had run into a second year of bad luck. That full scholarship was downgraded to only a partial, so she had to start using all of her money to fund her college expenses. Not to mention the sickness that had sent her to the hospital, getting a bill from them.