Page 28 of Brat Baby
“What’s up with you?” She nudges me with her elbow before she curls up her legs beneath her.
I turn my phone so she can see it. “I have SugarLife notifications from other accounts.”
Oakley concentrates on the screen for a few seconds, then grins at me. “Yeah, those are custom invitations.”
I raise my eyebrows and go back to obsessing over the notifications. “What do I do with them?”
She shrugs. “Whatever you like. Open them, read them, decide if they are a yes or no. Ignoring them totally is an option as well.”
“Right.”
There are over a dozen message requests and almost sixty likes on my profile. Honestly, besides doing the vault transfers, I haven’t had any need to reopen the app.
The rest of the money transferred in today. I kind of wish I held off on paying Oakley the money she lent me and then getting the Uber on Tuesday because I would have gotten to see thirty thousand dollars in my bank account. But fuck, twenty-nine thousand and change is nothing to cry over.
“I vote for opening them. Maybe they just want a foot pic or some panties you wore.”
I turn to stare at Oakley, horrified. “Oaks, please tell me you haven’t sent your panties to anyone.”
She shrugs, cheeks going a little pink. “It’s easy money. Plus, he sends me the panties. It’s not like they’remypanties.”
When I don’t respond immediately—because how can this be the same person who didn’t know what the categories stood for?—she jabs a finger in my direction.
“We are supposed to have an Anakin Skywalker agreement!”
“Sorry. I’m… a little impressed, if I’m honest. Also, did you use present tense? As in, you have a regular sugar daddy who sendsyou panties and you return them after you’ve worn them for what, an hour?”
She bites her lip and my eyes widen. “Two hours?”
Oakley looks away.
“Oh my god, half a day?”
“A whole day,” she mumbles.
I blink. Several times. “Like… twelve hours, or do you sleep in them?”
She turns to glare at me. “Really?”
“I’m sorry! No, not sorry, actually. Come on! This is fucking interesting, and I need to know. I told you about Friday night and how I had all the cocks in almost all the holes. You can tell me how long you wear panties for.”
She deflates. “I usually put them on after my shower before bed, wear them all night and day. I try to get a workout in on that day, too, make sure they smell extra… used. Then I put them in a Ziplock and mail them.”
My mind is fucking blown.
Not at the kinky thing, because of course there are people out there who like that sort of thing. But because sweet, laced-up, innocent, one boyfriend ever Oakley is sending her musked-up panties to a stranger from the internet.
Laughter bursts out of me.
She follows suit a second later, which sets me off even harder. It takes us ages to get back under control. My stomach hurts, and I can’t remember the last time I lost it with giggles like this.
“Okay, so,” Oakley starts, only a slight hiccup interrupting her words. “Are there any updates on your daddies? I don’t know if you have seen, but The Monarch forum has been abuzz with how there have been zero sightings of them as a group all week. Plus, how strict they’ve been in their classes.”
Imighthave seen, but I wasn’t going to tell Oakley that. My obsession with checking the threads for sightings of them, to seeif they are happy without me, has gotten a little out of hand. Not to mention I have lurked around Grinder every morning in the hopes of seeing at least one of them, but nope. “The only update I have for you is that they sent another reward. Two bottles of perfume.”
She blows out a breath. “Well, that’s boring. I was kind of hoping that at least one of them secretly accosted and had their way with you.”
As casually as I can manage, I unlock my phone and tap on the first SugarLife notification I see, hoping that my poker face is still adequate. “Nope, no accosting. They barely acknowledge me in class.”
