I was afraid of men after my sugar daddy, Keith, and I broke up, and I avoided any serious relationships. I had just put my head into working hard at school and on the weekends, my friend Tamla and I would go to the North Coast to unwind. Tamla and I got along so well because we were both single. Keith and I had broken up over a year ago, and Tamla’s engagement had come crashing down when her man left her abruptly.
When Tamla called me on Friday, she told me that she had been dating this older guy whom she had met at the mall. I thought it was funny, because I had actually just met an older man at the mall a few days earlier. He was a lawyer; it turns out that her man was a lawyer, too. As you may have guessed, we were both talking about the same guy, Barry.
He had money, but didn’t seem to want to spend it. Tamla told me that Barry was older, but he looked like the type of man you’d be proud to be seen with, and she didn’t mind him being her sugar daddy. She just wished he had spent more on her. But the point is that Barry was with her, but was hitting on me. So, we called him on a conference call and busted him.
“Hi Barry, don’t you miss me?” asked Tamla.
“Of course I do,” he said. “What are your plans for today?”
“Oh, nothing much. I’m just here with my girlfriend,” she replied.
“And what fun stuff are you guys up to today?”
“Actually, we were just about to get it on,” she said smiling.
“If I was in town, would I be able to come over and watch?”
“Sure, but it’s too bad you’re not here,” Tamla said seductively.
Tamla hung up with Barry and we were cracking up when the phone rang again. It was Barry, saying that he was going be around the following day, and if we were free, he’d love to come by—he still had no idea that I was the other woman.
We decided that I would arrive at Tamla’s house early the next day, and as soon as he knocked on the door, we would open it and without giving him time to come in, we would go out and get into his car. That’s exactly what we did when he arrived at 10 a.m.
As he followed us down the steps, he asked us what we wanted to do and Tamla shouted, “Go to the mall!” Barry wasn’t even fazed by the fact that he had just been caught hitting on two friends, so we figured we might as well go along with it.
We stopped at the first mall that was about five minutes from Tamla’s home and she kept grabbing stuff off the rack, while I just watched. Barry spent a couple thousand dollars. And then we moved on to the next mall. He had already spent so much money that I almost felt a little sorry for him. But Tamla had only just begun…
“Aren’t you going to pick stuff up, too?” Tamla whispered to me. “Had it not been for you, he would not even be here.”
I got myself a couple pieces of clothing, shoes, and accessories. Although my conscience was ringing in my head, I still shopped a little bit. After all, he wasn’t my sugar daddy, so I felt a little guilty going too crazy. But Tamla kept grabbing stuff without trying anything on and without looking at the prices.
At this point, Barry was down about $20,000 and he was clearly annoyed. He realized that he had been tricked. By that time, no amount of sex could have made him feel better. When he dropped us back at Tamla’s place, he was so angry that when we offered for him to come in, he told us he had to go. It was the perfect setup!
We got inside and burst out laughing. We got him to spend loads of money on both of us without so much as touching either of us. That’s what happens when you try to play two smart women.