My lips stuck together as they usually did when my mouth was this dry. It usually was when I talked to this delectable young woman.
"It's a simple problem, really," the girl said. Her deep chocolate eyes burned into mine. "I can't make decent money without an education, and I can't get an education without money."
She leaned forward a few degrees, though I couldn't tell whether she did it to emphasize her point or show me some cleavage. The latter she had. Creamy smooth skin, pale, and draped over small but perfectly shaped breasts. Her top was thin enough that saw her nipples making little buds.
I forced myself to look back at her face and asked "So how can I be of help?"
"I need a Sugar Daddy. I really do. It's the only good answer."
I thought about the concept for a moment. She had some logic. She lived day to day with a series of physically hard minimum wage jobs. Her mom lived on a disability check; her drunken father had died before she finished middle school.
In my conversations with her, she had shown herself to possess a good vocabulary, intense motivation and exceptional looks. She had just celebrated her twenty-first birthday last week. She had some logic.
And when I say looks, I mean more than the blonde hair that surrounded her face like the velvet in a jewelry box. She had those enormous dark eyes, a wide mouth with smooth sensual lips, and high cheekbones just saved from gauntness with a layer of subcutaneous fat. She showed a hint of dimples. Her nose had a tiny crook at the end, almost unnoticeable, something she certainly obsessed over.
She smiled easily, showing straight white teeth and her laugh seemed genuine. Minimalist eyebrows. The dark eyeliner she favored enhanced the Hersey of her eyes. Sweet Brown, like translucent dark sugar.....
Celsey, one of those names that constantly sought mispronunciation, very clearly wanted a way to use what assets she had to gain those she wanted. But was she hinting or thinking out loud?
"Have you given this enough thought?" I asked, more to gain time for my own thoughts than to gain information. My hardening lap demanded a few seconds at least.
