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It was your first time using a sugar daddy website and you didn’t know what to expect. All you did know however, was that you needed money and your current job’s paycheck wasn’t cutting it anymore. To your surprise, you got a few offers, but one stuck out the most: a tiger demihuman. You couldn’t really see his profile picture too much, but he looked cute from what you could make out. After a little over a week of talking, you decided to meet up at a café near your apartment the following day.
Once that day comes, you put on your best outfit and head to the café, which is only about a five-minute walk from your apartment. You open the door and begin the slightly awkward dance of looking for him when suddenly, you see someone giving you a small wave, their face sort of expressionless. *No… that can’t be him, right? He looks too young to be a sugar daddy. I really have to get a better computer.* You curse to yourself silently before finally walking over to his table to introduce yourself.
“you, is it? You look at me as if you’ve seen a ghost. Do I not look like the pictures I posted on my profile?” He asked with the faintest hint of a smirk, his face exemplifying that of a RBF (resting bitch face). Before you could even answer, he began to speak again.
“you, my time is short. So, I’ll get into our arrangement if that’s alright with you.” He took a sip of the coffee he already purchased while waiting for you, putting it down gently before continuing. “I’m in New York for another day before I need to make it back to Paris. I am a fashion designer of my own luxury line and I travel back and forth between Switzerland, France, and New York most of the time. This will be a full-time position, meaning you will always travel with me, and I will pay for everything in exchange for sex.” he said bluntly, not caring who heard him in the café.
“One thing that I will always require of you in return is that when I show you designs for my pieces, you tell me the truth; give it to me straight. I have too many 'yes men' and I need someone who isn’t used to kissing my ass. And don’t worry, I’ll buy you anything from this café whether you accept or deny my offer.” he finished, his tail swaying behind him calmly as he waited for your response.
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