#sugarbaby!john laurens

[jumpingjackets]

Baby Facetiming (Part 4 of Sugar Baby)

Request/s:

Anonymous said: MORE SUGAR BABY JOHN PLEASEEE??? I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE HIM AND GOSH HES SO ADORABLE AND YOURE SUCH A GREAT WRITER I CANNOT

Anonymous said: sINCE YOU DO SMUT CAN U DO ANOTHER JOHN SUGAR BABY ONE WITH SMUT

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: i really never thought i would write 4 parts like this cause i haven’t really liked any of em omg i never planned this far ahead, had i known i would be asked to continue it i would’ve done it sooo much nicer and more organized from the start im so sorry (imma still do it tho cause im a warrior and i aint giving up, but sorry if it’s too short & also thank you 1st anon i wasn’t super confident about how I was doing his character portrayal i appreciate u)

Part 1 x

Part 2 x

Part 3 x

You were rudely woken up at 3 A.M, after sleeping for just an hour. Your phone rang mercilessly on the marble table at the other side of the room. Groaning, you stood up and walk over to it.

“Ms. L/N speaking. How may I help you?” you said, trying your best to sound like you hadn’t been woken up.

“Miss, there’s been a problem at the chain in California. They need you down there as fast as you can.” Burr was on the other line. You rubbed your temple in frustration.

“Can’t they handle it themselves?”

“Apparently not.” Burr sounded apologetic. You sighed.

“Fine. I’ll take the jet in 20 minutes.” You muttered, ending the call. You headed to the bathroom to look at yourself through the mirror. Your hair was a mess and you could see part of the makeup that you hadn’t washed off. Taking a suitcase out of the closet of the bathroom, you tried your best to tip toe your way to the walk-in so you wouldn’t wake John up.

You stuffed in two random dresses, just in case something happened, and changed to a more comfortable dress. Styling your hair up again, you walked back to the bedroom.

John was stirring, and you prayed to God that he wouldn’t wake up. He just turned to his side and continued sleeping. You put on a pair of small heels and walked out the door. Your walk downstairs and to the streets was quiet, with mostly you thinking about numbers and things about the hotel in general. You took a cab to the private airport nearby and payed him in cash.

You were quiet as you walked over to the aircraft, saluting all the crew that were waiting for you. You walked up the staircase, and just sat back in the leather seats.

You waited until you were in the air to check your phone again. It was 4:30 now, you had no missed calls nor texts. You decided it was way too early to call anyone, so you just laid back and began to doze off before fully sleeping.

Two hours later, you were woken up once again from the buzzing of your phone.

“Ms. L/N.” Your voice was much more slurred and heavy with sleep than before.

“Yes, ma’am. Hello.” A shy voice on the other line said, and you sat up straighter. A smile crept into your lips.

“Hello, baby. How did you sleep?” You said, rubbing your eyes roughly with your hands.

“I slept well. Kinda bummed that you weren’t here.” He said and yawned.

“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t want to wake you just because I was leaving. I may not be back for a couple of days, too.” You said, crossing your legs and laying back down.

“O-Oh, really?” He said, his voice a mixture of surprise and sadness.

“Yeah. You can do whatever you want during that time, since I won’t be there. I also left my folder in the marble table in the corner of the room, if you get bored and feel like reading it.” You said, voice low.

“I’ll make sure to look through it, ma’am.” He said. There was ruffling on the other line which you guessed was him getting out of bed.

“Can I facetime you? I want to see you.” You said, rummaging through your purse to look for your earphones.

“Sure, gimme a sec.” he said. The call ended, but it was quickly replaced with a facetime call. You answered, and his face showed up on your phone.

“Hi, baby.” You smiled, enjoying how flustered he got.

“Hey.” His smile was big and child-like. You loved it.

“What are you doing now?” You asked, wanting to keep the conversation flowing.

“I was gonna take a shower, ma’am.” He responded simply.

“Go do it. Take your phone with you.” You said, looking back at the small icon of yourself. You could do with some sleep.

You heard a noise of surprise, and smiled to yourself. He set the phone down in the sink where you could see his entire torso down to midthigh. He started to undress, his face flushed.

“Do it slower, baby.”

He did as he was told, and a minute later he was naked. You stayed quiet for a minute, admiring his tone body.

“Were you planning on masturbating, John?” You asked, hand rubbing yourself slightly over your underwear.

“Y-Yes, ma’am.”

“Do it.”

He didn’t hesitate to wrap his hand around his shaft, taking in a deep breath. You bit your lip at the thought of what was happening. Your hand sped up only slightly. His hand started pumping up and down his length slowly, low moans escaping his mouth.

You watched his hand intently. You wished you were there with him to take him in your mouth and swallow him, but you could settle for this at the moment. You saw his hand started going faster.

“Stop. Do it slowly. I don’t want you to cum yet.”

The sound he emitted gave you a shot of pride through your body.

“Ma’am, I-” He started, whine evident in his voice.

“Don’t question me, John Laurens.” You said firmly. His full name seemed to give an effect as his hand slow down. His head fell back in desperate moans.

“What a good boy you are. If you’re good, you’ll get a special reward when I get back.” You said, your praise making him whine again.

“I’ll be good, ma’am. For you.” His voice was low again, quick breaths escaping his lips. He was looking directly at the camera now, and you couldn’t help but lick your lips.

“Oh, baby, I wish I was there with you. I would love to kiss from your lips down your toned chest all the way to that delicious cock of yours.” You said in a voice as innocent as you can muster. John groaned and put his hand on the edge of the sink to lean into it. “I would suck you off until you were begging me to let you cum.”

His knuckles had turned white where they gripped the edge of the sink. He was biting his lip as to not moan too loud, which was kind of useless because you would bet money that people walking down the hall could hear how loud he was being.

“I bet you’re close to cumming, huh?” You said, he nodded frantically. “I bet you’re dying for release.”

“Y-Yes, ma’am.” You could tell that he was close from his expression. Open mouth, closed eyes and taking in small breaths.

“I want to see you cum, baby. Look into the camera and cum for mommy.” As soon as you said this, he looked up and his body physically shook. He let out a few low groans as he continued to pump his length, now with a faster pace, but you didn’t mind.

When he finished, he rested his hand on the fold of his arm as he regained his breath.

“I’ll call you later in the day, okay, baby?” You asked, letting your hair down.

John just hummed in acknowledgement and smiled to the camera. “Thank you, miss.”

[jumpingjackets]

Sugar Baby (John Laurens x Reader)

Request:

awkward-silence-turtle said:I don’t know if you’re up for longer requests, but something with SugarMomma!Reader x SugarBaby!Laurens? That would be awesome!

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Yo, I was originally going to write something short and quick but I got a lil carried away. I really would like to write a full length fic about this at one point. Also, I’m gonna post requests like this from now on. Hope you like it!

Having money was everything it was hyped up to be. Luxury hotels, private jets, weird dog breeds. You were living just about the best life you could imagine. Your hotel chain just continued to grow, and you were practically swimming in money.

Problem is, you were lonely. Excruciatingly lonely.

You tried to fill the hole in your heart with alcohol, sex, and partying, anything that would give you a different perspective, but nothing really filled you enough. Friends were scarce, considering that most people used you for your money, but that didn’t bother you much.

You could always count of your dear friend Angelica. She helped keep you sane.

One particular day, you were lounging in one of the suites with her in one of the most expensive rooms in the building (the perks of owning a hotel company). It’s king side bed in the center, over a (ridiculously) expensive carpet, elegant curtains covering half of the windows and a terrace where you could view over a busy New York. It was Angelica and yours’s favorite place to hang out. Angelica laid back in the bed while you were in the terrace on a phone call.

“Have you heard of SugarMom.com?” She said. You didn’t really hear her from being so focused on a heated business call. You noticed she was glaring at you, and motioned her to wait.

“I don’t care what that useless idiot says, tell him to send me the reports by tomorrow or he’ll be out of a job quicker than he can spell his name.” You shouted at the phone, tapping the screen angrily to end the call. You sighed deeply and looked back to a patient Angelica. “I’m sorry, love. Business things. What were you saying?” You sat in front of her in the bed, and she immediately smiled.  

“You should sign up for those sugar momma’s sites and get you a sugar baby.” She said confidently, laying across on the comfortable bed and wiggling her eyebrows at you. You began to laugh, but quickly shut up once you noticed her expression.

“You’re not serious… Right?” You asked her, half worried, half considering the idea. She shook her head with a genuine look in her face.

“Could be fun, you never know. Want me to help you get started?” She asked, already taking out your laptop and signing in and opening chrome. You weren’t a stranger to that world. You’ve had a few sugar babies, but all of them eventually left you for someone richer or more attractive. You felt indifferent and bittersweet going back into it so abruptly.

You watched as Angelica signed into a strange website and put all your information in. “Oh, dear.” You said with a gulp.

“Don’t you worry about anything. I’m going to make your profile the hottest in the entire site. It will take a miracle for you to not be flooded with young boys.” She said, typing away endlessly with an evil smile.

“How do you know so much about this?” you teased and punched her side playfully. She looked over her shoulder and gave you a wink, which made you laugh.

“Oh! Two already!” She exclaimed excitedly. Angelica is literally a miracle worker.

You laid down beside her to inspect both requests. There was one from a kid named Alexander Hamilton, beautiful in appearance overall and he seemed nice enough, but Angelica did not look pleased with him. You could’ve sworn you heard her mutter “Not this one” under her breath. The other one was a kid about the same age, equally as beautiful.

His picture was a side angle selfie, and he was undeniably breathtaking. His face was littered with freckles and had a smile that reached his ears. His hair was tied back in a tight bun, but soft, loose curls framed his face beautifully. You scanned through his pictures and continued to stalk his profile. It said he was a 20-year-old who had just moved to New York from South Carolina and was looking for an honest person.

Angelica looked over at you with an evil smirk, and quickly typed in a message before you could realize what she was doing.

Hello, Mr. Laurens.

I’m very interested in you as a sugar baby. You’re very beautiful and no doubt have a very interesting personality. I’m intrigued by you. Can you meet up with me at the restaurant in Hotel Abernathy tonight at 8 to discuss further exchanges?

Message back when you can

xo

She hit send before you had the chance to read it fully, and groaned loudly at her direction.

“‘I’m intrigued by you’? You’re so lame, Angelica.” You said in a whine, to which she responded with a laugh.

Ding.

He had responded.

Good evening, Miss L/N,

You’re very kind. You can expect me there at 8 sharp. :)

Xo

You gasped when you read that message, so did Angelica once she did.

“Look at you, Cougar.” She said in a teasing tone, but you could see she was excited, “You have to go now. You won’t keep such a pretty face waiting, now, would you?” She looked at you with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

She stumbled out of the bed and headed straight for your walk-in closet.

“You need to look like you have your shit together. Do you have anything that screams ‘I have so much money I practically have to eat it’?” she shouted from the closet. You had to think for a moment. Your wardrobe did generally give that message.

You were about to answer her when you heard her gasp. “Y/N, you are wearing this and there is no arguing it.” She said, holding one of your favorite dresses. It had been a while since you’ve worn it, you didn’t have the body you used to the first years of your wealth ten, maybe 15, years ago. You did take it from Angelica’s hands, though.

You looked over at the clock, it read 6:53 P.M. You still had time.

You couldn’t believe you were actually going through with this.

You arrived at the restaurant at 7:30. Fixing the heavy bracelet that hung from your hand, you looked down at your dress. It was a skin tight, knee length, cream-colored dress with short sleeves that looked unbelievably elegant if worn right. You were surprised to find that it still hugged your body like it did before. You felt a certain level of confidence that you hadn’t felt in ages.

You walked into the restaurant and were immediately greeted by a waiter that lead you to a corner of the restaurant, so you could talk to John in private comfortably.

Sitting down, you scanned over everyone dining in the restaurant. The owner was a man you trusted deeply, and you could see that everyone was having a good time. You really did give yourself completely to your company.

After a while of looking over the restaurant and taking a few calls, you saw a nervous boy approach your table. “Miss L/N?”

You gave him a warm smile, stood up and offered your hand for a shake. “Lovely to meet you, John. Please, call me Y/N.” He smiled, shaking your hand. You motioned for him to sit down.

“I’m sorry if I seem nervous, this is my first time doing this.” John said, with a nervous chuckled.

You offered him a genuine smile and took his hand in yours.

“Don’t you worry about that.” You said reassuringly. “I’m just glad you showed up. I couldn’t believe someone as beautiful as you was messaging me.” You sat back and watched his face get flustered.

Oh, you were going to enjoy this.

[jumpingjackets]

Baby Gets Shown Off (Part 3 of Sugar Baby)

Request:

None, whoops

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N:  This is just in celebration of getting to +100 followers and because a lot of people wanted me to make a series out of SugarBaby!Laurens. I still can’t believe I hit more than 100, I love all of y’all! Hope you enjoy this one, too!

The work day was dragging much more than usual. Burr’s problem had been annoying and time consuming. By the time you were done with him, it was almost midday. You hadn’t eaten breakfast, and your stomach was now remining you with painful grumble.

“And, there.” You said, sighing in exhaustion and leaning into Burr’s computer chair.

“Okay, thank you ma’am.” Burr said plainly, leaning in to start working. An elderly couple walked towards the front desks with big smiles. Burr quickly went to attend them, and seeing as your work there was done, you bolted right out of there.

You took your phone out to call John, then Angelica, when someone patted your shoulder. You swung around dramatically to see a young woman holding an envelope. You took it, intrigued when you saw the ‘Erdster’ logo printed in the back. Mr. Washington must be hosting another one of his parties.

“Good evening, Miss L/N.”

“You too, darling.” You said, stuffing the envelope in your bag and watching the woman leave. You dialed up Angelica’s number, half expecting her to not answer up until you heard the familiar voice.

“I am so mad at you,” She said in the other line, but you could practically hear her smile, “I called so many times yesterday and you didn’t answer. How did it go with Sugar baby Laurens? Did he agree? Did you?” She asked, excitement clear in her voice.

“How ‘bout I tell you over lunch? I’m starving. My treat.” You responded, looking over your lobby with the corner of your eye.

“Not if it’s your treat. Let’s go to Big Belly.” She said, you could hear ruffling in the other line. That’s one of the things you loved most about your best friend.

The mention of food made your stomach go off. “Sounds good. I’ll meet you there in 20.” You said, ending the phone call. You were going call John, but you decided on going to the room and checking up on him instead.

A quiet elevator ride later, you opened the door to hear a shower running.

“Ma’am, is that you?” You heard John’s voice from the bathroom, probably startled.

“Yes, sweetie. It’s me.” You answered, taking off your heels and laying back in the bed. You set your purse on a nearby chair. The shower had turned off and as you were dozing off, you felt the bed dip. When you opened your eyes, John was on his back next to you with a soft smile. He was still naked, so his entire body was on full display, still damp from his shower.

“Well, hello, you.” You said, winking at him. You wrapped your hand in the back of his neck and pulled him in for a lustful kiss. Your hand trailed down his torso and brushed over John’s shaft, earning a surprised moan and an involuntary hip thrust. You smiled against his lips, moaning as your hand slid back up his body, feeling every muscle tense under your touch. You licked his bottom lip and pulled away, panting slightly.

“H-hi.” John said, still recovering from the impromptu make out session. You laughed at how flustered you made him, kissing from his jaw down to the crook of his neck and stopped at his shoulder. All the while, John gave little squeaks and small moans.

“How did you sleep, baby?” You said, running a hand through John’s soaking wet hair.

“Great, ma’am, better than I’ve had in a while.” He said as he settled to rest his head on your chest while you still played with his hair.

“I’m glad to hear that.” You said. You kissed the top of his head when your phone buzzed.

With an annoyed groan, you fetched it from the floor where it had fallen from your purse. Burr was calling you again, but you couldn’t handle him right now. You could only take that man a few hours at a time.

“Work?” John said, looking up at you.

“Yes, but of lesser importance.” You said. Checking the time, you still had 15 minutes to kill. You ran your fingertips up and down John’s exposed back. He cuddled closer to you, practically purring at your touch. You remembered about the Erdster envelope, so you took it out to investigate it. Ripping open the side, you took out a card. As you guessed it, it was one of George’s annual parties that you were practically obligated to go.

“What’s that?” John asked after observing you.

“Work friend invited me to a fancy party. Would you like to go with me?” You said casually. John nodded enthusiastically.

“Definitely! I would love to.” You could tell he was excited, which you found totally endearing.

“It’s tonight. Do you have clothes for it?” You asked, still focused on reading the card.

He went quiet before his cheeks reddened. “I don’t think so, ma’am.”

Your heart broke at how sad he sounded.

“Don’t worry. We’ll shop for them.” You said, cupping his cheek with your hand. He seemed to relax. “Okay, my dear, I’m going to have lunch with a friend. Do you want me to grab you anything from Big Belly? You can always order room service if you want, too, I can’t remember if I told you that.”

“I’m okay. I’ll call you if I need anything.” He said with a lazy smile. You kissed his lips one more time before getting up. Your heels were a no-go, so you went to get other flat shoes.

“How will you keep yourself busy, my love? I would hate for you to be bored.” You said when you were at the door to leave.

“I’ll find a way, ma’am, I won’t be bored.”

With a wink and a blush later, you were out of the house and on the way to the burger chain across the street from your hotel. You wanted to be early to be able to order earlier.

Angelica was already sitting in a booth. When she spotted you, her smile widened and she ran up to you. Her strong arms wrapped around you in a bear hug.

“How is my favorite cougar doing?” She said with a teasing voice, but you only responded with shaking your head and laughing.

“She is doing wonderful.” You said, playfully winking at her. Angelica grabbed your hand and dragged you back to the booth where she had been.

“So, did you take him?” She asked eagerly.

“Yup.” You said, a smile crept to your lips at the memory of the naked and flustered boy who’s in your hotel room right now. Angelica gasped.

“Really? And he’s the same as the profile said?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” You said, thinking it over.

“You’re lucky it wasn’t an old guy tricking you. You can thank me later, sweet pea.” Angelica said, flipping her hair dramatically, which made you laugh.

“Let’s just eat, already.” You said, she responded with a hum in agreement.

There’s a reason that restaurant was called Big Belly. You left there with a full stomach, a broad smile and a bag of leftovers for John. You said goodbye to Angelica and headed up to your room. You knocked twice, and went in silently. John had put on underwear and was comfortably sprawled on your bed, reading a book.

“Hello, again.” You said, heading straight for the bathroom.

“How was lunch?” He asked, closing his book and laying on his stomach to look at you.

“It was good. I brought you some leftovers.” You said, brushing back the stray hairs that had fallen from your ponytail. You heard an excited squeal from the bed.

“Thank you, miss. I love that place.”

You smiled. You couldn’t get enough of him.

“Hey, are you feeling up for shopping?” You said, walking back into the room. John was rummaging through the plastic bag you had brought in, but looked up at you to nod.

“Yes, ma’am.” He said, standing up. John scanned through the room for his clothes, spotting them exactly where they were left the night before.

You waited as he got dressed, and headed out the door with your hand in his. You walked to the elevator and once in the lobby, you took out your phone and ordered an uber. John was close to your side, looking around the room. You could tell from his expression that he was in awe.

You waited around there while the driver texted you that he was there. You led him out to the busy street of New York, and practically stuffed him into the car.

The day had been fun. You took him to various high-end stores, the look on his face never ceased to amuse you. You had bought him a tuxedo and had him model it for you in the store. He was playful about it, which you loved.

The ride back was pleasant, too, with John kissing your neck and continuously repeating “thank you” and “I love you”. You occasionally kissed his lips in an attempt to shut him up, but to no avail (not that you were complaining).

Hours passed, you were now in the bathroom dressed in a floor-length, black dress with a sheer material from just above your cleavage to the collar, which had beaded detail. The skirt was plain black, which you paired with black heels. You wanted to impress, and it was evident. You knew well that Washington was going to be over-the-top, too.

You walked back into the room where John was brushing his hair back to a tight bun. His eyes widened when he looked down at your dress.

“Woah, you look amazing.” He said, his mouth half opened as he kept checking you out. You laughed, walking over to him and holding out your hand.

“You’re not so bad yourself. Whenever you’re ready, my darling.” You said. He quickly took your hand and were out the door in an instant.

The party was being hosted at Washington’s hotel. The entire building was beautifully elegant, not even yours could compete. You had meet Washington when you had just moved to New York, dreams still big in your mind. He was always very formal about your encounters, but you created a quick friendship with the man and, if you had to admit it, you couldn’t have done it without his support.

When you arrived, you hooked your hand with John’s. He seemed to always be smiling, right now was no exception. Walking over to the receptionist, the woman behind the desk seemed to recognize you.

“The party is in the first door through that hallway, Miss L/N.”

You smiled at her, and walked towards where she pointed out with John by your side. There were people walking in and out of said door, all dressed as formal (if not more) than the two of you. Once walking in, you recognized a few familiar faces.

Washington appeared at your side with two glasses of champagne.

“My dear, it’s so great you could come at such short notice.” He said, his voice always firm and business-like. He handed you and John the glasses.

“Thank you, sir.” John said quietly, probably intimidated by such a tall man.

“Washington, this is John Laurens. John, Washington is a colleague and a very good friend of mine.” You introduced them, George offering his hand.

“Nice to meet you, young man.” He said as he took John’s small hand in his. John smiled up at George, and looked back at you. “Well, my darling, I hope you enjoy tonight as you deserve, I have to report back to Martha in a minute.” George excused himself, and you were left alone once again.

The entire night was spent introducing John to a couple of work colleagues, business partners and friends. Some didn’t think twice at the small boy, but others looked back at you with a knowing grin. John was just happy to be in such an expensive venue.

When you got back, to say you were exhausted would be an understatement. Both you and John flopped on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

“Did you have fun? I know these business parties can be a little overwhelming, if not a little pretentious.” You asked suddenly.

“Today was great, ma’am. I enjoyed every second.” He said, looking at you reassuringly. His smile was radiant and youthful. You smiled back, warm and tired from today’s events.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

“I won’t argue with that.”

And with a kiss to his head and cuddle, you fell asleep with John in your arms.

[jumpingjackets]

Official. (Part 2 of Sugar Baby)

Request: 

Anonymous said: Can you do a continuation of the Sugarbaby!John story? owo

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Aye, y’all wishes r my commands (btw I really don’t know how I feel about this cause I haven’t read that many sugar baby fics so im sorry if it sucks!)

T/W: mention of sex, nothing too detailed

Part 1: Sugar Baby (John Laurens x Reader)

You woke up to the sound of someone calling your phone. Groaning, you leaned up and rested your weight on your elbows and sighed. You looked at the clock in your nightstand. It was 4:30 A.M. Whoever was calling you better be something important, you thought.

Before you sat up completely, you felt something shift in your bed beside you. You looked over, and saw a sleeping, shirtless John. He was snoring lightly, which you thought was absolutely adorable. In his sleep, he looked even more beautiful than he did awake. A lot of his hair escaped his bun, he looked relaxed and peaceful. It could be that the bed you were in was comfortable. You had stayed in the same suit you and Angelica were in just hours before meeting John. You brushed some of the curls that were covering his face, and went for your phone.

It was Angelica. She can wait.

You also had a text from someone you named “Burr at front desk” telling you that he needed your help at front.

You set your phone back down on the nightstand and stood up gently, to not wake John. The room smelled like sex, which made you smile. You walked over your purse, taking out a stack of money, maybe $300 to $500. You spotted John’s jeans in the corner of the room, and stuffed the money in the back pocket. That was only just an advanced payment, he will be receiving much more in the upcoming week. Probably at his arrival when he moves in, too. The memory of the night before crept into your mind.

He repositioned himself in his seat and coughed to mask how flustered he was. Showed you that you still had it in you.

“Yeah,” John said with an innocent smile. The waiter handed both of you the menu, and you scanned through it.

“Pick whatever you want. The chef here is a good friend of mine.” You said, looking over the menu at him. He simply nodded in acknowledgement. You ordered a Pappardelle with Sea Urchin and Cauliflower and he ordered a Lamb Salad with Fregola.

“Very nice choices” the waiter said as he took away their menus and left your table.

“Tell me, sweetheart. You’re 20, right?” He nodded, “What made you decide you wanted to be a sugar baby?” You asked, cocking your head in interest.

John looked into your eyes and you guessed he was trying to think of what to say. “Mainly because I don’t want to go to college. That’s why I moved to New York, really. My father wanted me to study,” he winced at the mention of his father, “but it’s not really for me. My friend suggested this, uh, job, and it seemed liked the best thing ever.” He laughed nervously, and the sight of it was so beautiful that you couldn’t help but smile.

“Would you like to start discussing this straight away, then?” You asked, sipping on a champagne glass you asked for previously. John just nodded enthusiastically, always willing to do as he was told. You gave him an approving smile.

You thought for a moment, and sat up straighter. “I want you to know, Dear Laurens, that I’m a very busy woman. Even though I work at my own schedule, I’m always on a business call or being called back into the hotel, basically always working. All I expect from you is to see you being pretty and naked and waiting for me once I get back. You can stay at whatever room you want, and you’ll receive weekly allowance to spend at your liking.” You stopped to study his expression. He nodded patiently and seemed to be taking everything in. “Is that okay? Do you have any questions or things you want to let me know?”

He thought for a moment. “No, ma’am.” He said, sitting up straight with a shy smile. “Wait, yeah, I do…” You waited patiently, “what do you do for a living? If you don’t mind me asking, of course.” he said, his cheeks reddening a bit.

You had to laugh. He looked so delicate that you couldn’t wait to get back to the room and explore this boy. “I own Abernathy Hotels.” You said, and studied John as his eyes grew wide. “I’ll be giving you a folder when you move in with all of this written down, everything about me, what will be expected from you, how much you will earn, all of it. I encourage you to do the same.”

John nodded. “I have one in my car.” You smiled at his response.

“I love it when people come prepared. That’s a very good sign.” You said, and he felt a sense of pride run through his spine.

In that moment, your food had come in. John looked like a child who had just been given candy, and you found it endearing.

You said nothing for a few minutes as you ate. You stared at him throughout the entire moment of silence. You noticed he covers his mouth while he eats, a strange gesture, you thought.

After a few moments, he looked up from his plate.

“So, when can I start moving in?” He asked after a big gulp of food. You thought for a moment.

“Maybe in a few days, while I sort it out with the staff and everything.” You said as you ate the last bite of your food. You wiped your mouth with the cloth napkin. John finished as the waiter came by with the check, and you paid him without even looking at the amount. John noticed this, and you saw the corners of his lips curl up.

“How about you come up to my room with me?” You asked, licking your lips in anticipation. This seemed to be in John’s comfort zone, because his eyes darkened a bit as he nodded.

“I would love to, ma’am.”

You are definitely going to enjoy the young boy. He still had the glow of youth and sexual inexperience that gave you an exhilarating thrill. You quickly got dressed in something from your seemingly endless closet, and headed out of the room when you heard a yawn. You looked back at the bed and saw that John had woken up.

“Did I wake you, sweetheart?” You said, walking back to the bed to sit on his side. He shook his head.

“No, don’t worry. Where are you going?” He asked when he noticed you were dressed.

“Work things. You can stay here as long as you like, though.” You said, cupping his cheek. He smiled and kissed your hand.

“Alright. I will.” He said stretching his body. The blanket that was previously covering his body was now bundled up at his waist. You had a nice view of the boy’s body, and it took the strength of a God to not suck him off then and there.

You pat his thigh and stood up. You gave him a kiss on the top of his head and with that, headed out the door.