When financially struggling Lisette Bergamaschi leaves her job at a trendy Williamsburg boutique to go meet her wealthy sugar daddy for their regular Saturday afternoon liaison in Manhattan, she finds herself descending into an unfamiliar world where everything she thought she knew about sex, power and the appeal of her youth turns out to be wrong.
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The arrangement had been great for Lisette. She received enough extra money to cover books, room and board and going out with her friends. And she liked him in a platonic way. He was polite. Didn’t ask her to do anything she was uncomfortable with. And was chatty and friendly yet seemed to have no interest in her beyond their arrangement. She began to trust him so much they started to talk about their personal lives. She told him about the guys she dated at college. He told her about his wife, who always seemed to be ill and unable to do much. Lisette liked that he was so devoted to his wife and was always so worried about her. It was sweet. Lisette saw herself as providing a distraction for him. Something to take his mind off running a company and providing for a sick wife.
One day, he’d been lying back on the bed and she’d been hovering over him, when she’d accidentally kissed his penis. She hadn’t meant to do it. She’d often put her mouth close to it and mime licking it or she’d blow on it without touching it. But this particular time, she’d gotten carried away and without thinking, she’d given it a brief yet firm kiss.
He’d moaned in utter pleasure. “Do it again,” he’d begged her.
Lisette had smiled at him, but hadn’t repeated the gesture. And then he’d offered her more money in exchange for blowjobs. To which she’d agreed as long as he would wear a condom. So their sessions had progressed to her dressing up in an elaborate costume that he would strip her out of as quickly as possible, she’d grind against him and let him finger her and then she’d kneel in front of him, put a condom on him and blow him until he came while still in her mouth. This would repeat another time or two.
And then one weekday, while she’d been in class, he’d texted her to ask what it would take for her to agree to have sex with him. And she’d written a flirty, polite yet firm message telling him that she wasn’t willing to do that. But he’d kept at it and in the end had offered her so much money that she couldn’t turn it down. It had been hard for her to accept that she was going to make that much money in a single afternoon. Most of her friends didn’t make that much in a week.
