"Lorenzo, 52, self-description: 'Sugar daddy'"

Lorenzo's profile picture looks younger than the age mentioned next to it. Also: He's hot. The kind of attractiveness that comes with money, perhaps? Because from the way he dresses and the few lines he has written about himself, it's clear that Lorenzo seems to be quite rich. Then again, he is also almost double your age. You look at his face and wonder what kind of girl would fall for such a man? Why hooking up with somebody just for the money, instead of falling for one who is tender and caring, like your husband Dave is.

You don't remember how you opened the chat box. You just see your words flicker on screen. They must be your words. There is no one else here.

[Hello Lorenzo], you type into the personal chat box, [what's a sugar daddy?]

Wait... when exactly did you register and set up a profile that allows you to chat? Wasn't this all about "just dreaming and browsing"? You look at the top right of the website, and your face smiles back at you. No doubt about it, you _did _fill out the registration form and the profile information. It's odd that you don't remember this. Your eyes scan your information page... you gave a perfect description of your appearance, your bust size, your style of clothing... and you ticked "Married, but searching" as your status. That's wrong! You are just about to click on the drop-down menu to change this into "Married and happy, just looking for friends", as your chat box rings softly.

[Someone who will give you lots of sweet candies], Lorenzo types. You giggle.
[I love candy!!], you write.

[Ever wanted to be rich beyond your dreams?], the question in the chatbox asks.
[OH YES!], you reply. Then you wonder. That's actually not true. You never wanted a career for money. You wanted a career for yourself. Your self respect, your place in this world. Feeling useful, being successful, using your strengths to climb the ladder. Money was never the main issue. Then again, you wonder, it does sound nice to indulge yourself.

[I'll buy you everything you want. If you are up to my standards.]
[What are those 'standards'?]
[You must be stunningly beautiful beyond imagination]

You giggle again. And somehow, your sense of competiveness has been stirred. Of course, you want to be the most beautiful girl on this website and woo this man.

[You see my profile picture, no?], you write him.
[I want to see more. Turn on your webcam.]

You glance around, but your office room is still empty. Another giggle escapes your lips. Isn't this all exciting? You switch on your webcam, the little picture on the top left shows you that your whole upper body is being displayed on the video feed.

[Nice], Lorenzo writes. You giggle again and feel yourself blushing.
[Show me your boobs], he adds.

You frown, because obviously, your breasts are already visible... Then you understand. You hesitate for a moment, but it's all way too thrilling, so you open your blouse, unhook your bra and use both your hands to present your breasts right to the stranger on the other side of the video feed - who still hasn't turned on his camera. Dashing glances to the right and left assure you that nobody is coming back.

[Meet me], says the message, followed by an address. You note it down. [Tomorrow], Lorenzo writes. Then he logs off.

Your legs tremble, as you rise from your chair. You feel as horny as you haven't for ages.