Where do I begin telling you my story? I'm not going to start back at the beginning because my current situation is way more interesting. I might tell you the beginning part of the story another day but let's focus on the recent.
Much of what I'm writing about is true and how it happened to the best of my memory so that is a different spin than most things you read here. I need to get it out, and you'll understand why I can't really tell anyone, so I am putting it here for you all to read.
First, I had a great childhood. My parents loved my younger sister and I and always made sure we knew it. They put us in all kinds of activities and were always on the sideline or window cheering us on. Everything from Dance to Gymnastics to Hockey to Soccer, we did it all. I don't have daddy or mommy issues.
When I was a freshman at college someone ran a red light as my family was headed one of my sister's softball games and I was suddenly all alone. It totally crushed me and changed my view on having a family. I never wanted to have a child go through what I was going through.
The accident had another impact though, I was no longer anchored to Ohio. Truth be told I couldn't get out of Ohio fast enough. There were too many memories, so I arranged with a fiduciary to take care of selling my parent's home and rental property and put all my earthly possessions in a van and got on the road. When I got to the 70 I flipped a coin and then turned west and just kept driving.
I was angry, and I knew it, but driving was something that I always found to comfort me so I just kept driving. I had no destination in mind, I was leaving mid January and just drove. The 70 turned into the 44 which turned into the 40 and I just kept driving.
The next thing I knew I sitting on the beach in Santa Monica crying. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. I contemplated many things that someone shouldn't, but my parents always drilled into us life is for living and no matter what happens, when life knocks you down, you get up. Period. You always get up. So I did, I got up, wiped my tears and took my first breath in weeks.
I lived in Santa Monica for a few months but moved down to Orange County when I was accepted as a transfer to UCI. I had a monthly stipend, plus the proceeds from the sale of the houses to make sure I was covered. The fiduciary were smart and implied I had to talk to a financial planner before I would be able to get the money, so I wouldn't be spending it all like a regular 19 year old, so I was set up for several decades.
I bought a small house in Newport Beach on the non-beach side of PCH and focused on school.
At that time I had just turned 20, I was 5 foot 3, 100 pounds, C cup round full breasts with a cross between a hourglass and rectangle body. I was skinny and a little thin, but after what I had gone through, people either loose or gain weight. That said, I looked great in a bikini and I spent a lot of time at the beach.
The first time I realized that my morals were not what most people considered normal was when I had a fight with a girl in university. She was a typical stuck up California future real house wives type of person. Apparently I had parked in "her spot" in the garage and she made my life hell for a week, so I slept with her boyfriend, took pictures and sent them to her. It was easy and I loved the power. I felt no regret, in fact I loved it.
The power high was intoxicating. It was a drug fix. I'm mature enough now to know it. From then on, for about a year, if you rubbed me the wrong way, I slept with the person closest to you. I didn't care if it was your husband, your boyfriend or brother, I slept with them a few times and made sure you knew about it.
The stories from that part of my life make me laugh in retrospect, but those are stories for another day.
When I was in my Jr year a set of things happened and I ended up with my first sugar daddy. I was 22 at the time and it just happened. He was 40, had made millions in tech and was doing what he wanted. Yes he was married with kids but I really didn't care. It was a thrill knowing someone was risking everything they held special to be with me. I also wanted clothing and to be treated and he wanted to think he was doing something wrong. It lasted for about a year and half until his wife hired a private investigator to follow him. Of course he got pictures of us in all kinds of positions and situations, his wife left him and his life spiraled and I exited stage left.
Over the next decade and a bit I had 3 other sugar daddies. When I was 28 my sugar daddy wanted me to go through breast augmentation and paid for a top of the line under tissue procedure that brought me up to a 34 DDD and they look and feel fantastic.
Even as a female I know that I have what most people think of as the perfect body now. I work hard for it to stay this way but I do. I now weigh 115, I have a nice tight back side, I have abs but not that sick looking too thin look. My legs look great either in heels or barefoot. I have shoulder blade length straight dark hair with blonde highlights. I'm 34 and well established and secure. My house is now paid off, I drive a Mercedes and am doing well. I sell real estate to the mid level crowd and yes will do whatever it takes to get the sale. Again more stories there.
That brings me to where we are now, mid July 2021. Yes the second year of COVID, but this is Orange County and people are done with COVID and masks. I'm sitting at the bar at Billy's at the Beach waiting for him.
Mike is the guy I'm waiting for. He is the owner of 8 wellness centers between here and Austin. He took the company over from his father with 1 office and has grown it big time. He spends 2 days here a week and broke up with his last sugar baby Amber 2 weeks ago. She and I are acquaintances. When you are a sugar baby long enough, you meet others that are in the same situation. I knew of Mike, his tastes, his kinks, his back story, what he didn't like and what made you fall out of grace, but most of all, he didn't know me.
There are rules that you need to be aware of becoming a sugar baby. They are pretty simple, the answer is always yes, never question or ask a personal question, act without hesitation, know your place, and never ever get attached and make a scene. When he tells you it's over, and it can come at any time without notice, you smile, show no emotion, and walk away head held high.
The attachment part is hard for a lot of women and that is generally the straw that breaks the back. I have never had that problem, usually the guy becomes attached to me or he gets sloppy and his wife finds out.
Mike doesn't know that I have been waiting for him, he has no idea how much I know about him or he is very much going to the hunted tonight. He is usually the hunter, but tonight he is pretty much already done like dinner. I want to hook him and I have everything planned. I have prepped for 2 weeks for this moment.
I know every Tuesday around 5:45 he takes a Duffy across the channel in Newport Harbor, comes in for drink and maybe a light meal and then goes and tours around the water. He then usually spend the night on his 55 foot yacht or goes back to his condo at 611 Lido park. He sits at one of two spots at the bar every week. He used to be here with Amber but last week he came solo and left quickly after just a single drink.
He is a good looking guy but not over the top wow type. He is fairly fit for his age but it's aura that I am always drawn to. Amber said he was had a nice size package of around 7.5 inches and a good girth.
I'm sitting at the bar wearing one of my favorite outfits. A choker around my neck, a black Deep Cowl Neck Party Dress made by Mapale and a pair Christian Louboutin Suola Loubi heals. My chest looks amazing and of course I don't have a bra or panties on.
I can see him getting close in the Duffy and I get myself ready. A Duffy is an electric boat that is quite popular in the Newport Beach Area. They are anywhere between 16 and 21 feet long and great for just putting around. They are usually full with people having a bottle of wine or two.
He docks his Duffy at the dock and walks up the ramp to the bar. I pretend to pay no attention to him for about 15-20 minutes. I have another drink and pretend to look at my watch as though I'm waiting for someone. He is looking at me ready to pounce and I chuckle to myself thinking if he only knew.
I pretend to lose patience with the person I'm supposed to be waiting for and pay my tab and start to walk away smiling politely at people.
When I get to him he says "Don't leave so soon, the night is just starting."
I give him a mock laugh and say "I bet you say that to all the ladies, I was supposed to meet someone and he has stood me up. I got all dressed up and took an uber here just to be stood up."
"Join me for a drink then, I'm here solo and some non-pressure conversation is maybe what we both need." He says pointing to the seat beside him.
When I hesitate he extends his hand "I'm Mike, and it's just a drink and maybe some food by the water."
I mentally wait just a second so I don't look too eager and then shake his hand "Hi Mike, I'm Veronica or Vicky for short, it's nice to meet you." And sit down.
"Mai Tai's?" he asks lifting his glass.
"Most certainly." I say
He orders the drinks and turns and smiles and is about to open his mouth to say something when I cut him off.
"Don't try to boast, just talk. We can tell we both do well enough to be here, just know you will do better without the bravo."
This actually makes him laugh hard and genuinely.
"Noted, and thank you. I don't get to laugh much. Tell me, what happens if the person you were waiting for shows up?"
I can see him stealing glances at my chest and I smile at the thought of when I get to watch his face when he sees me naked.
"He won't show up, his family is keeping him occupied, which is too bad from him."
This catches him by surprise and his face shows it.
"His family?" he says without realizing.
This is almost too easy I am thinking but I keep the charade going.
I roll my eyes, smile, lean in towards him and almost whisper "Ok, I know it's considered wrong, but it's always been one of my kinks. I love being a sugar baby. I was meeting him for the first time tonight and I think he chickened out." I say and then sit back and have a drink.
I catch my breath and let that last part sink in and then add "I don't need to be one, but I get off on it. Anyway who are you and remember, don't boast."
Mike laughes again.
"This is easy, my name is Mike, I'm the oldest of 3, I'm in health care, and I'm here a couple of days a week. That is me without any boasting"
"That is very refreshing, thank you Mike. Do you surf?"
