Page 33 of The Dance
“And you thought of me?”
“I think of you often.”
“Aw, toots.” His smile widened, and he took a step toward me.
I pushed at his chest. “Don’t get all cocky on me.”
“But you love my cock.”
“No, I love what you do with it.”
“Yeah, you do.”
I rolled my eyes and opened the front door. “Take care of yourself, Blake.”
“You too, toots.”
* * *
Three MonthsLater
First dateswith daddies were always weird. I assumed it was how meeting someone from the internet always was for people. You never knew if their picture was recent, or if they lied about stats on their profiles to make them look better. Sugar daddies were vetted and met some financial requirements for Sweethearts, so at least they were good for the money.
Sugar Daddy: I can show you a good time
Name: Chuck
Age: 25
Height: 6’ 0”
Body: Athletic
Location: Texas, United States
Budget: Open – Amount Negotiable
Seeking: Sugar Baby (F)
When Chuck messaged me, I was surprised to see he was only twenty-five. I’d had some men say they were younger than they really were, but none said they were in their twenties, and I wondered if Chuck really was only four years older than me. He was good with the price for the date, and when I messaged I had a three-date rule before I slept with any of my daddies, he was fine with that too. I had to admit having a young guy for a change would be nice. Plus, he appeared decent-looking. Not as hot as Blake, but there were no wrinkles in sight on the pictures he’d uploaded to his profile.
I’d done a reverse image search of his pictures, and none of them popped up on other websites, which struck me as odd because I always found pictures on some sort of business website or social media. However, if he was a high-powered something or other, or maybe married and knew photos could be traced, then he must have taken extra precautions as I had myself.
While doing my makeup for my date with Chuck, Molly knocked on my open bedroom door. “Date tonight?”
“Yep.” I popped the P as I finished my lipstick.
“My date canceled, and I came to see if you wanted to grab dinner or something. But now that I know you’re going on a date, I have my answer.”
“Yeah, but it’s the first date. We’re just going to dinner, and that’s it, so you and I can grab a drink after,” I suggested.
“Maybe we can go to The Wild Pony?” Molly waggled her brows.
I chuckled. “I’ll be right down the street, actually, and it’s been months since I’ve seen Blake, so we’re due to have our little romp in the bedroom ... or maybe in the bathroom at the bar.”
“Yeah, and maybe he can introduce me to that other bartender I’ve seen there a few times.”
I tilted my head slightly, trying to recall who she was talking about. I didn’t know any of the other bartenders’ names. “Or call his friend from the lake. What was his name again?”
