I Need a Sugar Daddy!

"You needed to see me, Mrs. Sheppard?" I was really nervous as I walked into my boss's office. The semester hadn't started yet so I was confused as to why I was told to come in today.

"Sit down and shut the door." This made me even more nervous. My boss, Mrs. Sheppard, was the head of the financial aid department at my university. She was an old woman who always dressed is business suits and never looked happy. I worked as an office assistant as a condition for my scholarship. As I shut the door behind me and sat down in the chair in front of her desk, she leaned forward to loom over me. Oh god, this woman terrified me! "After much consideration, I've decided that your services here are no longer needed so we won't offer you employment this semester."

"No longer needed?! You're firing me?! Why?!"

"You're really surprised? You're the worse student worker I've ever had! Files misplaced, coffee orders usually wrong. And there was that time you managed to spill a pot of coffee all over a stack of financial aid letters that were supposed to be mailed out immediately!"

"But...but... Without this job, I lose my scholarship! I won't be able to pay my tuition!"

"Then I suggest you find a real job. And soon. Classes start in a month and after that you have a week to pay your bill. If you don't, you will be dropped from your classes and to withdraw from the university."

"But I... I..." I was at a loss for words. Everything she said was true but I needed this job!

"You can leave now. After all, you need to start job hunting." She turned away from me but as I walked out, I could hear her chuckle.

"My life is over!" I said as I collapsed onto my bed face down.

"It's not the end of the world, Krissy," my roommate Stacy said as she sat down next to me and petted my head. "You've still got time."

I raised up to glare at her. "Tuition and fees next semester are $4,498.56. How am I supposed to raise that in a month?!"

"It's too bad your boss was a woman. If it were a guy and I were in your shoes, I'd probably be bent over his desk right now."

"I'm not a slut like you!"

"Guilty as charged!" she said with a laugh. Stacy gladly wore the title of slut. She was hot and really liked sex but as she put it didn't have time for a relationship.

"Still, if it was the only thing that could save my job, I'd do it in a heart beat. I'd even act like an innocent victim. But alas, I'm not you and your boss was an evil old woman. She probably thought you were too cute to work there and just wanted an excuse to get rid of you."

"You might be right. Me going pink this year might have been a bad idea."

"Nah, if you want to rock the pink hair, rock it, even if it made your boss think you were a witch or something."

We both laughed but then I sighed. "But what am I going to do, Stacy? My parents can't afford my tuition."

"Welllll, there is one thing I can think of, though you won't like it." She got up, grabbed her laptop, and brought it over. "Ever hear of a sugar daddy?"

"Isn't that a kind of candy?"

"No, no, that's not what I'm talking about. A sugar daddy is someone who pays your bills and buys you things in exchange for...certain services."

"Certain services? Like cooking and cleaning."

She looked at me like I was stupid and then patted my head. "You sweet summer child, I wish you could stay innocent. But no, I'm talking about sex."

I gasped. "Sex? For money? Like a whore?!"

"No, you won't be a whore. It's more like a relationship. But it would involve sex." Now, I wasn't a virgin. I had had sex a few times since starting college but like Stacy, I was too focused on school to be in a relationship. "When was the last time you got laid?"

"Um, Winter break?"

"Jesus Christ, woman!"

"What? I went home, caught up with my old boyfriend, and after a few drinks we ended up fucking."

"No, you haven't had sex this entire semester?! God, I can barely go a week without some dick."

:"I know." Last year at least once a week, I'd come back to our dorm to find a sock on the doorknob and end up having to sleep on the floor of a friend's dorm. One week, the sock just didn't come off. This semester, we got an apartment off campus so now I had my own room.

"You know, you could always have joined in."

"Ew, no." Stacy was my best friend but more than once had made a joke about how we should get our "college lesbian experience" out of the way. At least I think she's joking and don't intend on finding out.

"Anyway, check out this website."

"There's a website for this?!"

"Several. These guys are lonely and loaded. If you're willing to swallow your pride, and maybe some other things, this would handle your money problem. Or you could go home and work in your family's dry cleaner for the rest of your life."

"Oh god." That was my nightmare. I had gone to college to escape that life and I couldn't go back to it. "Fine, I'll do it. Help me set up an account."

"First, take off your clothes. You'll need a sexy profile pic. I sighed and took off my clothes. It wasn't the first time Stacy had seen me naked but this still made me very uncomfortable that random guys on the internet were about to. After several poses, I finally got a pic that Stacy approved of.

She set up my account and uploaded the pic. "Now, we wait."