La Etoile
7:30 p.m.
Wear something nice
Kelly's heart raced as she read the little note for the umpteenth time. This was actually happening. About two months ago she had created a profile on a sugar dating site. Most who had contacted her were fake rich guys that couldn't have afforded to rent a nice car. Others still were rich but absolutely boring and sometimes downright unappealing. She was beginning to think she'd never find a sugar daddy to meet her tastes. In fact, she had been right. It wasn't a man she was meeting today but a woman. When Irina had contacted her the first time she had been astounded, shocked even. She had immediately clicked away from the listing and moved on to different pursuits, but a nagging portion of her brain kept returning to that listing. Eventually she gave in and looked at Irina in more detail. She was a 34 year old woman in contrast to Kelly's 19 years of age. A significant gap in a normal situation, but far less than some of the men that had approached her. Irina was rich! Not rich as in well off, but actually, honestly, breathtakingly rich!
She was the daughter of a Russian billionaire who had married an American to seal a merger between his and her father's companies. Obviously not in the relationship for love, Irina was seeking out women she could be truly intimate with. Kelly had to admit she was intrigued. Though never having been with another woman before, her correspondence with Irina made her feel an unexpected connection. Now, in less than two hours, they were meeting, and Kelly had no clue what to wear. La Etoile was one of the fanciest restaurants in the city; one she would ordinarily have no hope of dining at. Kelly slipped out of her jeans and t-shirt and gazed at herself in the mirror of her dorm room. She removed her C-cup bra and let her breasts hang free. She grabbed a more sensual bra with frills and lace and held it up. No, she decided, discarding the lingerie in favor of the more conservative undergarment. She wouldn't be displaying her goods to anyone tonight, regardless of how rich they were. She donned a pair of black slacks and compared two sweaters, one black and one charcoal, the black one with a zipper down the front and the charcoal a pull-over. As she was considering them, her roommate and older sister, amber, walked in.
"Hot date?" she asked.
"Something like that," Kelly said, blushing and feeling it spread over her entire body. Amber noticed, how could she not, Kelly's skin that was normally as white as could be now glowed a dull pink.
"Ooh, a really hot date then," Amber teased. She came up behind Kelly and rested her chin on her shoulder, looking at the presented choices.
"I'd go with the black," she said, "easier access to all this." She reached around and tickled Kelly's belly and ribs. Kelly yelped and spun away.
"Yes well you do seem to be an authority on easy access," Kelly teased and then ran as Amber gave chase around the room. Eventually Amber had her cornered and gave another bout of tickling. When she finally stopped Kelly punched her shoulder playfully.
"Jerk, now I have to redo my mascara," Kelly whined.
"Have you learned your lesson?" Amber asked as Kelly walked toward the bathroom.
"Yes," Kelly lied then kept silent until she reached the bathroom door, "easy slut." Amber spun around but it was too late Kelly had shut the door and locked it. After reapplying the various stages of makeup Amber had ruined, Kelly emerged to find Amber cooled off and studying. Kelly picked up the pull-over charcoal sweater, a choice not lost on Amber who rolled her eyes.
"Prude," she said. Kelly grabbed her black pea coat and gray boots and walked out the door.
When she arrived at La Etoile, the nervousness she had felt earlier came rushing back. She walked inside cautiously. The maitre d looked at her. He could tell she didn't belong, she just knew it.
