Shade sashayed into the noisy lecture hall with a smile stamped on her heavily powdered face. She was in good spirits. A designer hand bag dangled from her arm and her long manicured fingers clutched a shimmering new smart phone which she intentionally flaunted. Her stilettos made drumming sounds on the wooden floor as she walked up the aisle, scanning the lecture hall, looking for a convenient place to sit. She finally chose an empty seat at the back of the hall - unperturbed by disapproving looks from a group of gaily dressed girls sitting on her left. She disliked them; they were her former friends turned foes, the same ones who had ostracized her for failing to have a smart phone. Pretending to be engrossed with her new phone, she smiled intermittently, bursting into short fits of laughter at intervals, determined to draw the attention of her adversaries. Taking a sly glance towards their direction, she was confronted by envious faces which quickly turned away, chewing their gums noisily, pretending not to watch her. Shade was satisfied, the sacrifice for the phone was worth it. It didn’t matter that she had to stay up all night during the holidays, catering to the sexual needs of a man old enough to be her father.

A chat alert from Eric made her temporarily forget the girls. She had told him off a week ago. Though the romance felt good, the wads of note from her new sugar daddy felt better. Popping open the chat window, she was stunned by what she saw. The caption read, “Remember this?” Weeks back, on Eric’s request, blinded by passion and the excitement of finally owning a smart phone, she had sent him several poses of herself in her birthday suit.
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