Sugar Daddy: At Yale - Erotic Threesome

Samantha Child applied at a .com site advertised on radio by Rush for a Sugar Daddy to offset her huge tuition costs. She was not prepared for her Sugar Daddy and his friend when they met at the hotel for a full night of earning her tuition payment.

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It was late in the Common Room. Samantha Child was staring at the wall, the bank statement spread out before her.
"Penny for your thoughts," Ellen Tutweiler said.
"$212,280," Samantha said. "If they had allowed me to finish a year early, which I could have done if I'd worked a bit harder, it would only have been $159,210. How do you start building a life with that kind of debt hanging over you? In addition I've still got three years of law school ahead of me. That makes a grand total of $371,490? I start life in debt over a quarter of a million in debt and the jobs have dried up. Josh has been looking for a year. It's like they've pulled up the rugs in all the big corporations and on Wall Street."
"Marry rich?" Ellen said.
"I'm in love with Josh and he has the same debts I do and no job prospects at all," Samantha said, her compelling blue eyes dark with unhappiness.
"Become a prostitute," Ellen suggested. "Your pretty enough, men will love you."
"Yeah like prostitutes make that kind of money," Samantha retorted.
"There's this .com company that's one of the remaining advertisers on Rush that's been advertising Sugar Daddy's, you could try there," Ellen said. "I'm thinking of giving it a try."
"Do they take videos so Rush can watch?" Samantha shot back, her voice rich with disdain.
"They probably would if the men would allow themselves to be filmed, but I doubt that would happen," Ellen said. Her voice was very stable and Samantha could hear a sincerity in it that indicated the seriousness of the conversation.
"Do they tell you what the Sugar Daddy's want you to do?" Samantha asked, shooting Ellen a quizzical look.
"No," Ellen said. "But they do say that the Sugar Daddy's have to be up front about who they are, what they expect and what they offer. At least that's a start."
"You're serious," Samantha said, looking hard at Ellen.
"I'm facing the same debt as you are," Ellen shot back, "and yes I am serious. I've put off applying until I can get someone to do it with me. At least if I have a partner in crime and something goes dreadfully wrong someone will know where to start looking."
"You could leave a note in your room if you wanted that kind of coverage," Samantha said.
"Well, maybe I wasn't brave enough to do it alone," Ellen admitted. "Maybe I'm just a coward at heart and the idea of doing this just scares the shit out of me. Do you want to look into it?"
Samantha took her time to reply. She was interested. It would be great to start life with less debt. Sex was sex, she thought. How bad could it be? It could be very bad a little voice argued in her mind. If she was having sex with Josh and he wanted her to do things she wasn't into she could just say no. If she was fucking for money she would have a harder time, maybe she wouldn't be able to say no at all.
"Okay, let's look into it," she said at last, tucking the bills into her bill folder. "I can't face getting married, starting a life and a family with this hanging over my head."

Two weeks later she stepped onto the red carpet at the Omni New Haven Hotel, her three inch spikes digging into the plush floor covering on her way to John Davenport's Restaurant. She looked at her little gold watch. She was just on time.
A gruff voice had responded to her application on the .com site. She had sent a picture that Ellen had taken on her I-Phone against a white wall in the dorm. It hadn't been fancy. Even to herself she looked young and stupid. Evidently young and stupid won the day.
Now here she was, walking past the obviously expensive furnishings, wearing her best, most simple little black dress that had cost her a fortune back in high school when she'd had money. She had put on make up, her long brown hair brushed to a gleam. She still looked young and stupid, but at least she looked well dressed young and stupid.
"I'm here to meet Mr. Fulton," she said to the hostess.
"Right this way," the older woman had replied. Had she given Samantha a knowing and judgmental look before she turned to lead the way to a corner table? Samantha couldn't be certain. Maybe it was just her nerves.