Emily Carter attends college in the biggest city in the state when she turned 19. For the first time in her life, she was confronted with an open, vibrant world, full of diverse and mind-blowing things. In her hometown, she was well protected by her middle-class parents and other family members. Now in the city, every day is an eye-opening experience for her.
Among all the new experiences, she moves into the dormitory. Fortunately, she gets along well with her roommate, Sarah Watson. They hit it off instantly. Although they are quite different -- Emily is a brunette, somewhat shy and naive, while Sarah, a dark blonde, is open and witty in conversations -- they share curvy bodies and similar taste in horror movies, 90s pop music, and favorite actors. When they lie on their beds having their late-night gossip, Sarah always amazes Emily with her anecdotes and the way she expresses them. To Emily, Sarah is so cool with everything, and she is much more mature than she looks.
As their time together in the dormitory increases, Sarah's life remains a mystery to Emily in some ways. Being a lifelong city girl, Sarah has a fancy wardrobe full of nice feminine dresses, designer handbags, and sparkling accessories. She sometimes stays out overnight, but she doesn't seem to be dating anyone. One night, when they were talking about experiences prior to college, Emily confessed that she only had several unsatisfactory sexual encounters with boys her age in high school. They were blunt, impulsive, and rushed, leaving her feeling no pleasure. That was the time when Sarah revealed her mystery: she had been living a secret life being a sugar baby. She spends time with wealthy older men, receiving gifts and lavish dinners in exchange for intimacy. Sarah is quite satisfied with this arrangement and tells Emily with a dreamy look about how good the older men can perform as lovers in and out of bed. Her language is unfiltered, leaving Emily's jaw dropping, face burning, and eyes wide open. It never occurred to Emily that there was such a lifestyle, receiving gifts, having fancy meals, and enjoying dazzling sex with much older men. It's too unconventional for Emily to try it herself, but she can't help wondering how it would feel to experience it.
Two weeks after that late night conversation, Sarah asked Emily for a favor. "You remember I mentioned the long-term sugar daddy, Jack, right?" she asked tentatively. "Well, he will be in the city with a client or, to say, a friend. Do you mind joining me for a double date?" Emily froze at the thought, and Sarah assured her with puppy-like, watery eyes. "Come on, I promise it will be fun. You just go and have dinner with them, maybe enjoy a couple of drinks at the bar, that's all. They are gentlemen and will not force you into anything you don't want. You will enjoy it very much, I promise." Emily felt conflicted but nodded hesitantly.
On that Friday evening, Emily and Sarah showed up at the luxurious French restaurant at the promised time. Emily wore a blue dress, with a modest handbag and thin silver bracelet, all borrowed from Sarah. She wore a pair of white high heels, also borrowed from Sarah. The costly low-cut dress hugged every curve of her body, revealing her slender thighs and most of her back, accentuating her breasts and butt in a seductive way. Her hairstyle was arranged to match the dress, and Sarah's makeup made Emily feel like a new person. She was a bit lost in the fancy entrance of the restaurant, while Sarah, in a stunning red dress, stood next to her, scanning the restaurant for their dates. She spotted the two gentlemen, her long-term sugar daddy Jack Benter and his friend William Haversleigh, waving to them before pulling Emily through the hall to their table.
The gentlemen rose to greet them at the table. Jack was a tall and lean silver fox, in his late 60s, with piercing blue eyes and a smirk under his white mustache. His tailored jacket highlighted his slender yet masculine build. He reached forward, held Sarah's hand, and kissed its back. "You don't know how much I have looked forward to seeing you, Sarah." Jack's voice was low and husky, not hiding the flirting in his words. Then he turned to Emily, looked at her up and down, as if stripping her with his eyes. "You must be Emily, Sarah didn't lie about your beauty, darling." He smiled, and Emily sensed lust in his unapologetic stare. Standing beside him, William was more of an avuncular figure. He appeared in his early 70s, a bit sturdier than Jack, but also in decent tailor-made jacket and slacks. His hair had turned all white and was thinning at the top. "Thank you for coming for dinner with us, young ladies." William, with elegant British accent, sounding approachable and warm, welcomed them.
