Seeking Partners for M/F Modern Day Stories

[Airindel]

Seeking

It was always a temporary fix for money, being a Sugar Baby. She always drew boundaries, firm and hard, and made certain that the Daddies were clear about it. Most of them agreed, and those who did not, she politely declined. She didn’t make a career out of it, but for months—on and off again—while she was in school.

Rent was sometimes paid for, and it cost her a few hours of her time to sit and have a meal with a particular man, to listen to him, have conversation. Sometimes, she never realized how lonely she was until the next day when she missed the conversation. From it, she learned that strangers could be the best conversationalists.

A year’s tuition was paid for if she accompanied another gentleman to Europe while he worked there, for two months. He gave her a thousand dollars a week to spend on whatever, he just wanted companionship.

Another fellow enjoyed taking her to films, to the theatre, to be his escort instead of going alone, and that paid for her school books.

And so it goes.
The men were all successful. All had been in their late 30s-early 50s. Some were good looking, some were average, or plain. Some smoked. Some were more refined than others. Some, she dared not pry into their lives because they seemed a little dangerous, ‘sketchy & shady’.

After graduation, her profile was removed, the account, closed. She disappeared, no longer needing financial support, but the one Sugar Daddy tracked her down, and would manipulate events to show up at her work and insert himself into her life yet again. But what did he want? Did she have anything to fear?

Notes: Seeking partner (gender unimportant) to write from the Sugar Daddy’s perspective. Plot and characters are deliberately open for discussion, brainstorming together to create either something light/fluffy romantic or we can venture into darker themes. Third person past tense please, story heavy, on forum only.   
If interested, please send me a PM. Thank you.



El sicario

Notes:  I would prefer to write the male character in this story, so I'm seeking a talented individual to write from the Female perspective, however it is negotiable. Not looking for a happy ending or a happy-go-lucky story in general. Plot over smut (any sexual encounters should flow with story/plot). Coarse language. Violence. Gore. Drugs, drinking, smoking. Social issues. Third person past tense.


White trash.
It was a derogatory phrase, coined by some Elitists, to label white poor people, those in the South.

Maybe he was. He grew up in a trailer park. His Momma raising him the best she could without his father—whoever his father was; he’d never know. Momma was a waitress, a bartender, and one of those women who hung around highway gas stations at night crawling into trucks for a few bucks a bang. Momma did what it took to provide a roof over their heads, to get food on the table.

He did his best to survive. He never forgot all those in school who kicked him down, who called his Momma a whore, who called him poor, who threw him into a locker, who followed him in their posh car to corner him and beat him.

Then, one day, he just went away.
He slipped away like rain trickling into a crack in the ground, down into the dark depths.
But from wherever he went, he always gave his Momma money. Hundreds of dollars would arrive in the mail for her in an unmarked envelope, a simple note saying he was okay, that he loved her and to take care of herself. Monthly those envelopes would arrive.

A friend of a friend of a friend would eventually phone him and tell him the news that his Momma was found dead alongside a highway. Strangled. Sexually tortured. That the killer was known to her was no surprise, and how he would be returning to prison to do another stretch of time.

He had no choice but to go home to tend to the trailer, the legalities.
But going home was never easy.

At the trailer park, he meets a woman. She lives nearby to that of his Momma’s home, that place where he grew up, or rather his property now. He learns through tidbits of conversation, that she takes care of her mother; that her mother suffers from [disease of your choice]. She does what it takes to take care of her mother. Odd jobs of various kinds to pay for the household bills as well as the medical expenses.  A close reflection it is on his Momma’s life.  Fate has yet to decide if their friendship can withstand becoming lovers, if they can rescue each other from a world of violence and poverty or perhaps they descend further into it.

This is a story about murder, revenge and payback.
Of accepting what you are, what you’ve become and being all right with it.
That while the past can emotionally hurt, there’s only one choice in life: to move forward.

If interested, please send me a PM. Thank you.

[Airindel]

Seeking was added & made edit to El sicario