Sugar Girl--Erotic Short Story

by Lisa Vild

  “Do we have a problem here?” Claude puts a hand on Victor’s shoulder and gives it a soft but firm squeeze.

  Ella feels her heart drop into her stomach, and for the first time that night, she realises how drunk she is. The champagne turns in her stomach when she sees how Victor pulls away from Claude’s hand and walks off as swearwords pour out of his mouth. Ella looks at Claude, and she can see both disappointment and anger in his eyes. He says nothing—he doesn’t have to.

  “I’m going back to the hotel.” She whispers with tears streaming down her face.

  Although Claude is obviously annoyed with the situation, he takes his time to wipe the tears off her face and kiss her forehead.

  “Take a taxi, I don’t want you to walk home alone in the dark,” he whispers.

  Ella wraps a scarf around her shoulders and leaves the gallery. She considers taking Claude’s advice and take a taxi, but the warm evening feels so good against her hot skin. She feels like moving—that way. She will have to focus on standing up and walking instead of thinking about those brown eyes. The brown eyes that are now in front of her. Victor is waiting for her outside. His anger turns in to despair when he approaches her. Without a word, he puts his hot, friendly hands on her cheeks and kisses her with passion. It takes her a second to understand what is happening, and at that point, it is already too late. Her hands in his hair and her open mouth. She lets him in.

  The plan had been to walk alone through a dark Copenhagen and to breath the fresh, comforting evening air. To get to her hotel room where she would drink some water and go to bed. Instead, she is sitting in a taxi with Victor, on her way to a completely different hotel. Ella has no idea what he is doing in Copenhagen. She isn’t going to ask either. The only thing that matters now is his lips against hers. His hands all over her—hungry and desperate to make up for the time they have been apart. It has been more than a year since she saw Victor after he had dumped her for someone else.

  But right now none of that matters. The fact that Claude is about to take a taxi to an empty hotel room doesn’t matter either. Ella is driven by lust, and everything else is blurry. Surreal. She wants Victor. The cab stops outside of his hotel, and two minutes later their clothes are on the floor of the hotel room. They don’t speak, words are unnecessary. Instead, they let their bodies find each other again. He kisses her, and instead of pulling back—as she always did when they were together—she opens her mouth wider and lets his tongue explore hers. Lets his saliva mix with hers.

  His cock is hard. She feels it press against her thigh when they stand close together, wrapped in each other’s arms. The sensation makes her moan straight into Victor’s mouth. She didn’t know until this moment how much she had missed the feeling of his body.

  “I want you inside of me,” she moans as he kisses her neck.

  He lets his tongue move from her earlobe towards her collarbone.

  “Now.” She says.

  Victor takes his time. He moves slowly—to her despair. She wants him hard and fast, with passion. She wants to cum together with him—find release. But Victor takes his time. He places her carefully on the bed and continues to kiss her neck. His soft lips burn her skin, turn her on even more. Kiss me down there, she thinks and tries to push his head down. He laughs and shakes his head. She sees a glimmer of triumph in his kind, brown eyes—he is acutely aware that he is driving her crazy. Ella gasps as his tongue finds her nipples.

  Victor wets them with his saliva, shower them with kisses and lifts his head. He looks at her breasts for a moment before he blows on them. Ella gasps when the cold air makes her nipples stiffen. She opens her eyes and looks into Victor’s eyes.

  “Please, Victor, lick me.” She whispers, and a smile spreads over his face.

  “Is it just me, or is this the best sex we have ever had?” Victor breaths in the dark room.

  It’s three in the morning, and the sun has already started to rise. She presses her ear against his chest and listens to his heart that works vigorously to pump blood throughout his body. She opens her eyes and turns her head up to meet his gaze. He looks happy.

  “I mean,” he continues carefully, “it was never this good when we were together. You never really seemed into it. But now... wow, Ella.” He laughs and hugs her, pulls her closer and kisses the top of her head.

  The old Ella had loved this—cuddling up in Victor’s embrace. The new Ella, however, feels like crawling out of her own skin. This whole thing had been crazy. To come with Victor and leave Claude. The orgasm sobered her up.

  “I have to go back to my hotel.” Ella sits up, and suddenly, she is reminded that she is naked.

  She wishes that Victor would look away, that he would go to sleep. Instead, he takes her hand.

  “What? You don’t mean that you are leaving me for him?” When Victor talks about Claude, he sounds so disgusted that it makes Ella feel embarrassed.

  “I saved you from that old man. You don’t have to go back!” Victor continues and squeezes her hand harder and harder.

  “Victor...” she starts to say, but Victor kisses her again and interrupts her.

  “Let’s try again, Ella. You are completely different now. If I had known that this would happen, I would never have... Please don’t go. Everything has been crap without you. I love you.” He breathes into her ear.

  The room is spinning. Ella doesn’t know what to say. She needs a cold drink. She needs some fresh air. Without a word, she breaks free from Victor. She puts her panties on, and without a word, she pulls her dress over her head. In the hallway, she steps into her high heels, and before she closes the door, she looks at Victor, who is sitting on the side of the bed with his head resting in his hands.

  “I need to think about this, Victor.”

  And then she leaves.

  Ella walks into the hotel room. She holds her breath and listens for movements. The room is completely still, except a curtain that is moving softly in the open window. He is asleep, and she thinks and feels relieved. If she just sneaks into bed and goes to sleep without waking him up, maybe she can get away with it. Perhaps she can pretend that she got lost on her way home and that he was asleep when she got back. She leaves her shoes on the doormat and walks through the hallway. She walks carefully around the corner and gasps when she sees him.

  Claude sits on the hotel bed, fully dressed, and watches her ridiculous attempt to sneak in.

  “So this is a good time to come back?” He doesn’t look angry or sad.

  He looks tired. He seems like a worried man who has been waiting up all night. Ella wouldn’t be surprised if that was exactly what he had been doing.

  “I...” she starts, but she has no idea how to finish the sentence, so she leaves her words hanging in the air between them.

  The silence is unbearable. Claude sighs and stands up. He walks towards her, and suddenly she is almost scared. What will he do? But then he passes her—lets the wind that follows him blow her hair out of her face. She expects him to get out and leave her there. She deserves it after cheating on him like that. But then she feels his hand grab hers. His lips against her neck.

  “Let me at least show you what you are missing,” he whispers in her ear as his fingers find the hidden zipper of her dress.

  The warm, rough fingers against her back send a shiver down Ella’s spine. Her dress falls to the floor along with her underwear. The cool room gives her goosebumps and makes her nipples hard. Invisible traces of Victor’s fingers still linger on her body, but Claude soon erases them. They move towards the bed. She is motivated by disappointment, frustration and shame. Ella kisses Claude hard as he lets his big hands take back her body, little by little. They squeeze her small breasts hard, hard enough to leave red marks on her pink skin.

  He penetrates her with two thick and merciless fingers as she moans into his mouth. Ella came a bit less than an hour ago, but she is close to climax again. The muscles inside her body cramp and Claude feels how Ella contracts around his finger
s. When he has brought her to the place where he wants her, he pulls his fingers out and leaves her there trembling on the bed, frustrated.

  “Continue, please continue,” she whimpers with pleading eyes.

  Claude stands next to the bed and looks at her as she lies there on the bed, begging him to make her cum. She lifts her hand to finish herself, but he stops her, forbids her to move a muscle. Ella lets her hand fall, and Claude starts touching himself. His already hard cock stiffens even more in his hand as he jerks himself off in front of her. For a moment, Ella thinks that he is about to cum, that he is about to spread his seed all over her. His balls tense up, and his jaws clench in a familiar way. But then he relaxes and takes a few breaths. His pre-cum trickles out of the red and swollen tip of his penis. His cock cramps and his breathing is irregular.

  “Get on all fours,” he pants and Ella immediately spins around.

  She struggles to raise herself up on her hands and knees as her arms and legs are shaking. She stands like this for a couple of seconds, waiting. Then she feels Claude’s hands on her hips, and she is pulled back so that her knees are on the edge of the bed. He places a hand in between her shoulder blades and gently pushes her upper body down towards the soft bed. Her ass is up in the air, the perfect position for Claude. Soon he will put his cock in me, Ella thinks and prepares mentally for the thrust. She pushes carefully against him.

  Claude looks at her behind as it is presented in front of him, red, moist and swollen. It is open to him, ready to be taken. He sees her tremble and he wonders if she is aroused or if she is scared. He touches her vagina and feels how the sudden touch makes her flinch. His thumb slides into her wet pussy, and the surprise makes her moan. He pulls his thumb out and moves it to her anus. He rubs it until it’s almost as wet as the rest of her pussy. His cock is incredibly hard, and he can’t wait. He has to have her now.

  With one hand on her hip, he pulls her back at the same time as he thrusts into her. His cock slams into her with a force that makes her scream out loud. Her hands are gripping the cover of the bed—she holds on for dear life. He presses his thumb—that was just resting in the opening of her anus—deep into her tightest hole, and the rest of his hand squeezes her buttock as he fucks her hard. The thumb buried deep inside her anus is a surprise. She has used a butt plug before.

  She has even tried to put a dildo in there once, but she has never allowed anyone to touch her there. Not until now. And oh my God, she loves it. She loves how her muscles squeeze his thumb and how his grip allows him to pump faster, faster and faster. He carefully removes his thumb only to push it in again—Ella blushes—she is almost ashamed of the fact that she enjoys this so much. Claude’s weight makes Ella slide forwards, and she falls down on her stomach—he pulls his thumb out of her anus and keeps fucking her with both hands on her ass. Each thrust makes Ella moan.

  She has no control over what is happening to her—she was close to the orgasm, then she was denied it, and now she is almost there again. Will he pull out again? Does he enjoy torturing her like this? Even if she can’t see him, she can hear by the sounds of his breathing that he is close—just as close as her. She prays silently to herself that he will continue. Please let me cum.

  “Do you like it?!” he roars through his teeth.

  Ella can barely make a sound. All the air that she manages to breath in leaves her lungs every time Claude thrusts into her. Claude grabs her long, red hair and forces her chin upwards.

  “DO YOU LIKE IT?” His cock is buried deep inside of her, and it slams into all her most sensitive spots—massaging her from the inside.

  “Ye-yes,” she moans and feels how she is falling.

  She screams as her legs cramp up under the weight of Claude. Her head falls back into the bed when he lets go of her hair. A warm sensation spreads throughout her body, and her vagina is pulsating hard against Claude. To see her pleasure and hear the sound of her giving in to her orgasm is all that is needed. When Claude is deep inside of her, he pauses and trembles and with his head high. His eyes closed, he explodes into Ella. They are both lying on the bed afterwards, breathing heavily.

  Claude is still on top of Ella, his body completely relaxed, and she is too exhausted to push him off. This is how sex is supposed to be, Ella thinks. This is probably the best sex she has ever had. She smiles to herself and makes an effort to turn around, to kiss Claude. But something feels wrong.

  “Claude?” she whispered carefully.

  “Remember this the next time you try to make a fool out of me. I can give you everything you could ever wish for, Ella. What does he have to give you?” Claude squeezes her shoulder hard, and Ella watches the birds that are flying freely outside the window.

  The nice relief of the orgasm is replaced by a dark and uncomfortable feeling that spreads in her stomach.

  Later that day, when Claude goes out to have lunch with a future client, Ella decides to go for a walk. She goes to a botanical garden—Botanisk Have—and walks around in the lush greenery. If it wasn’t for the vibrating phone in her pocket, she would have enjoyed it. This is absurd. She thinks when she picks up her phone and sees that she has ten missed calls from Victor. She decides to call him up, and he answers straight away, out of breath. Thirty minutes later, he walks there next to her, smiling. Maybe he sees it as a good sign that she agreed to meet him.

  Maybe he thinks that she will agree to his suggestion from the night before; let us try again! He tries to take her hand, but Ella pretends to be interested in a plant a couple of metres away. She walks over to a plant with tiny blue flowers and reads: “Ipomoea tricolo” on a little metal plaque. The flower of the day. Victor stands behind her, and she gets the same feeling as she had received earlier that morning, in bed with Claude. The feeling of being trapped, robbed of her freedom. She can feel the weight of Victor’s expectations, and the weight of Claude’s demands.

  Both of them want her to make a choice. None of them is ready for what that choice could actually mean.

  “What’s on your mind, Ella?” He grabs her hand and carefully pulls her closer.

  Something breaks inside of her. She becomes furious. How dare he come here, more than a year later, and be jealous when she has finally moved on? How dare he pretend that he cares, just to stab her in the back?

  “I don’t need to be saved, Victor.” She gives him a sour look and pulls back her hand.

  Had she really loved this man? Had she really missed him—longed for him?

  “I don’t want to try again. We don’t work together. There are no feelings to build on. Yesterday was only about sex. Nothing else.” Her harsh words make him take a step back.

  The old Ella would have jumped into his arms and screamed, save me! But Ella was not that girl anymore. The new Ella turns her back to him and walks away. Leaves him alone, just as he had left her once.

  The game with Claude had been fun as long as she’d had her freedom. She had loved being wooed and appreciated and being desired and placed on the top of his pedestal. But suddenly the joy of it all was gone. It had all turned into a competition. Victor wants to save her. Claude’s grip around her is tightening. He gives her more money than before. He buys her fantastic gifts. Her summer of freedom and the possibility to discover her body even more—together with someone else—was supposed to be fun and simple, but it is now filled with rules and anxiety. She is no longer in control.

  Instead, she feels more and more controlled by the men around her. This is enough. That night when she and Claude eat dinner at the restaurant of Grand Hotel they don’t speak much. Claude can’t stop thinking about what she has done, about how old he is compared to her and about the fact that there will always be someone younger and more handsome that she will want to be with. But they don’t have his money. He can buy her company, but he knows that he will never be able to buy her love, however hard he tries. He knows that it’s over—he can tell by her empty eyes. She is somewhere else. He clears his throat and says,

  “Ell
a, you have to choose.”

  When she walks in the door, she is met by a mountain of letters, bills, flyers and magazines. She steps over them and looks around the little room. The bed is there, just as she left it, messy and covered in books. Her computer is on the chair next to the foot of the bed, and the plants on her windowsill are dead. It smells like coffee, perfume and dust. She is back in her tiny apartment. She is alone, for the first time in forever. She smiles and feels her lungs fill with air. She feels how they grow in her chest. The smell of home, of freedom. She is so happy that she chose herself.

  About Sugar Girl - Erotic Short Story

  It has been a year since Ella started working as a cam girl. She meets an older gentleman online, and he promises to give her everything that she could ever want in exchange for one thing: her company. Ella’s summer as a sugar baby is full of fancy dinners, expensive clothes, trips and most importantly, it is a continuation of her sexual awakening. But when Ella runs into an old boyfriend, everything reaches a turning point, and she is forced to make a choice.

  Sugar Girl is the second short story in the series about Ella, a young and inexperienced woman who explores herself and her sexuality. Sugar Girl is the free-standing sequel to Cam Girl.