Sugar Baby by Harley Madison

Four Daddy Doms. Three hours. Ten Thousand Dollars. Who wouldn’t say yes to that?

I’m not going to bore you with my tragic backstory, because fuck that. I worked my ass off for the scholarships I have and the first day of the rest of my life is only four days away. My goal? Graduate college, get my CPA, and become an accountant. I know there are a few more steps, but that is my path because that shit is stable and will generate a more than generous living wage.

As compared to right now, when I have less than ten dollars in my account and my meal card doesn’t activate for another two days. In swoops my roommate with her designer handbags and freshly done hair. She introduces me to an app that is going to stop me from being a cliche broke college student.
SugarLife.
Go out to dinner with some old dudes for a couple hundred dollars? Fuck yes.
But then I see their date invitation.
Four daddies looking for a baby girl to share for the night.
Their list of bedroom requirements has me squeezing my thighs together and my thumb hitting the accept button before my brain can catch up.
And the kicker? They’re willing to pay me more money than I have ever had for a few hours between my legs.
I’ve done way worse things for less.
And I never saw a cent of that cash.
The more we chat, the more invested I get. I need to remind myself that it’s only for a few hours. One night. It’s not for forever.
They won’t want to keep me.
No one ever wants to keep me.