Page 26 of Brat Baby (Sugar Life #1, #3)

Emery

“Ems, you home?” Oakley calls out just before the door to our dorm closes.

“Yeah,” I call back from my bed. Since getting back to my room after Hudson’s class, I’ve jumped feetfirst into all the required reading. My backpack hangs from the back of my desk chair, a little sad looking, now that it’s completely empty.

My entire bed is covered in textbooks, a few handwritten notes, and a half dozen lists. My study method might be a little chaotic, but it’s gotten me this far, and I don’t plan on changing it.

The grin on Oakley’s face as she barges into my room, with a piece of paper clenched in her hand, looks like it hurts. “You are going to want to kiss my feet when you see what I have.”

I raise an eyebrow at her. “Oaks, I may have discovered that I’m a lot kinkier than I thought I was, but I can guarantee you that I absolutely do not have a foot fetish.”

She waves the hand clutching the paper dismissively, her blonde waves swaying with the motion. “Figure of speech.” Stopping at the side of my bed, Oakley thrusts the piece of paper in my face. “I managed to get to this before anyone could rip off any of the tabs.”

I put my laptop down on one of the open textbooks and take the paper from her, smoothing it out over my thigh as I attempt to read it.

Casual Position(s): Life Art Models

Newton University’s College of Arts is hiring several life art models. Models will be paid $100 per completed session. Sessions are on Thursday evenings, between 4-7pm and are subject to the requirements of the class.

Requirements:

· Nudity or semi-nudity

· Long periods of holding the same pose (2-3 hours)

· All body shapes, skin colors, and ages welcome

· Models of any gender encouraged

· Physically fit enough to maintain a pose for extended periods

To be considered for a position, please email a full-length body photo of yourself to Professor Darcy Reign’s TA, Marie Villas. Contact details are available on the tabs below.

Sessions will start during the second week of the semester.

Closing my slack jaw so quickly my teeth click, I snap my head up to look at Oakley. “Where did you find this?”

Her eyes light up and the smug grin turns to excitement that takes over her entire face.

“Oh my gosh, that was the other thing I had to tell you! I was walking past that massive library with the snooty name. Do you know the one I’m talking about?

Brand-new section awkwardly attached to the older, cathedral-looking building? ”

I nod and gesture at my textbooks. “Alderidge Hall. The fancy part is the library.”

She nods. “Right, yeah, well, I was walking past it, and I thought I saw one of your daddies. And cause I’m nosy, I took a small detour and tried to investigate. It was the one with the blond curls? Xavier, I think?”

“Did you find him?” I ask, anxious to see if she has any new information about one of my daddies that I haven’t been able to discover on my own.

“No,” she sighs, with a shake of her head. “Sorry, and I’m not even one hundred percent certain it was him. I only caught a glimpse. But anyway, on my way back out to the main path, I saw the poster.”

I stare at the wall unseeingly. This is how I can connect with Darcy.

“You totally want to kiss my feet now, don’t you?”

I look down and scan the paper again, still a little in shock. “I think I might actually want to.” Could it really be this simple to get close to Darcy?

Just send a message to his TA with my photo and, boom, I get two to three hours of time with him while I am mostly naked? Will he be a part of the group drawing me? Painting me? Or will he be critiquing the way his class sees me?

Why do all those options turn me on a little?

Fuck, I’d love to pose for him. I’d lie there, holding whatever position he bent me into, and let him render me in 2D for the rest of my life.

My bed dips, and I startle back to the present. Oakley is staring at me from the corner of my bed. “How did today go? Did the outfit work?”

I have to mentally shift gears, but I jump into the conversation headfirst. “It went perfectly. I don’t think it could have gone better.

I thought Derek’s head was going to explode by the end of the class.

And Hudson, he asked me to stay after class to discuss ‘coursework’”—I use my fingers to make air quotes—“and then he asked me if he could take me shopping for my remaining rewards.”

Oakley grins. “Amazing. And you said yes, of course. When are you going, tomorrow?”

I shake my head. “Nope. I’m letting him sweat a little. Next Tuesday.”

Her mouth pops open in horror. “Aren’t you worried he’ll get annoyed? Or lose interest?”

That is my biggest fear, but in the spirit of believing that this is all going to work itself out, I give a one-shoulder shrug.

“If he does either of those things, then he isn’t a daddy I want to keep.

I can’t just roll over and be available to him whenever he wants.

That’s not how this is going to work. We are playing by my rules now. ”

Oakley stares at me for a moment before the grin returns, her cheeks going slightly pink. “I’m not sure I’m going to get used to the way you actually call them your daddies. Like, I mean, I call the men I see Daddy , if that’s what they want, but they aren’t my daddies.”

“Maybe you should give it a go,” I reply with a smirk. “You never know, you might like it.”

Her blush deepens and she looks away.

Since discussing everything with Oakley and hatching our plan, I’ve stopped referring to my daddies as “them” or “the men,” both out loud and in my head. They are my daddies, until they are one hundred percent not. And that is how I plan on referring to them.

At first, I thought all of Oakley’s blushing was because my relationship with four older men was making her a little uncomfortable, but I’m honestly starting to think that she might actually be into it too.

I know she is fine with the sugar dating thing and having a sugar daddy, but I guess that is pretty different from how my daddies look after me.

I’m not going to push her. She’ll have to take her own journey to figure herself out. But if I happen to meet any of my daddies’ friends who are looking for a young lady to share, I definitely won’t hesitate to mention Oaks to them.

Reaching across the space between us, I cover her hand with mine. “Thank you for all your help.”

She shrugs and has a small smile. “It’s my fault you’re in this situation. I could have just shared my food with you that day and waited for your meal card to kick in. Now, you’ve got more man trouble than most women deal with in a decade.”

I mentally bite my tongue; I much prefer this kind of man trouble over the Tray kind. Just thinking his name makes his pinpoint, soulless black eyes appear in my mind.

I’m cut off from replying when her phone starts ringing. Oakley shoots me an apologetic smile and reaches for her phone. Seeing the number, she glances up at me. “Mexican or Chinese for dinner?”

I frown at her. “What?”

She shakes her still ringing phone at me. “Payment for this call is going to be our dinner. Text me your preference.”

Oakley answers the call as she exits the room. “Hi, Andrew, how was your day?”

I stare at the empty doorway for a minute, then look back at the sheet of paper in my hand.

Life art model.

Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to be a student in that class.

The model will have to be good enough for now.

I put the paper to the side, grab my phone, and quickly text my Chinese order to Oakley. I’ve always wanted to try Szechuan beef. Hopefully it isn’t too spicy.

Then I open my student inbox on my laptop and start typing the email. There are several minutes of messing with my phone to get a picture of me, and then several more minutes of me trying to figure out how to get it off my phone and onto my laptop. But I get there in the end.

I hit send on the email before I can think too hard about it.