HOME | DD

Description
Brooke knew instantly who had sent the gift. She had been chatting with a possible sponsor on a sugar daddy site. She had learned quickly he had been very wealthy when she mentioned in passing that she had damaged her laptop when a classmate had dropped their bag on it and arrived home to find Apple macbook pro waiting for her.
And so it continued for months. They chatted, flirted and enjoyed each others company with no commitment. He was looking for something she wasn't. A trophy wife, arm candy, someone to take to events and soirees. A pretty companion on his arm to make him look more successful at these occasions. He had dismissed such a notion, he could easily afford a high priced escort if he so chose but wanted something more. A companion, a woman who shared his desires, his joys, his passions.
Dressed in only the finest labels and furs. He liked furs. He said they reminded him of a time in the fifties when many women aspired to owning furs but lived in a time when wages for women in most jobs didn't pay anywhere near enough to afford them. An out of reach luxury they aspired to. Working in a job like secretary, retail or manufacturing dreaming of wearing something beautiful. Or a housewife who earned no income at all. Dependent on her husband for everything. So for many the only way would be to have a man provide one. A husband, a boyfriend, an admirer. And somehow that stuck in her head. She started to imagine what a woman then would have to do that would earn her a fur coat. She'd see a movie from the fifties and see women in gorgeous furs and her imagination would run wild... What a woman would do to earn her furs... Filling her head with wonderful ideas... Lighting a fire in her libido...
But that life was not for her. Maybe she would marry but not for a few years at least. She had a career to start. Finish college and become a successful business woman. And so she had, and done quite well. Hard work but she was capable, and determined. And she had earned enough to buy herself nice things. Very nice things. And the idea of a fur coat had been on her mind as a sign she had made it so she had gone and tried a few. And found one she really liked and bought it. But the satisfaction of wearing such a beautiful item was.... missing. She owned it, she had bought it with money she earned. But somehow it wasn't qiute right. She had acquired it but hadn't 'earned' it. That fantasy of earning her furs wouldn't let her enjoy it. She felt like an imposter wearing it.
She knew how to fix that. As she took a selfie to send to her benefactor with an invitation. She was already planning their weekend together to truly earn her furs... He'd make her dependent on him. He'd have her give up her career. But she knew that was ok. She'd be earning the something that money couldn't buy. And her collection of furs would show just how very well she was doing at it...

And a big shout out to the best muse findingmywayforever for a great picture and also BellyDancer018 for allowing me to bounce ideas of her...

Description
Brooke knew instantly who had sent the gift. She had been chatting with a possible sponsor on a sugar daddy site. She had learned quickly he had been very wealthy when she mentioned in passing that she had damaged her laptop when a classmate had dropped their bag on it and arrived home to find Apple macbook pro waiting for her.
And so it continued for months. They chatted, flirted and enjoyed each others company with no commitment. He was looking for something she wasn't. A trophy wife, arm candy, someone to take to events and soirees. A pretty companion on his arm to make him look more successful at these occasions. He had dismissed such a notion, he could easily afford a high priced escort if he so chose but wanted something more. A companion, a woman who shared his desires, his joys, his passions.
Dressed in only the finest labels and furs. He liked furs. He said they reminded him of a time in the fifties when many women aspired to owning furs but lived in a time when wages for women in most jobs didn't pay anywhere near enough to afford them. An out of reach luxury they aspired to. Working in a job like secretary, retail or manufacturing dreaming of wearing something beautiful. Or a housewife who earned no income at all. Dependent on her husband for everything. So for many the only way would be to have a man provide one. A husband, a boyfriend, an admirer. And somehow that stuck in her head. She started to imagine what a woman then would have to do that would earn her a fur coat. She'd see a movie from the fifties and see women in gorgeous furs and her imagination would run wild... What a woman would do to earn her furs... Filling her head with wonderful ideas... Lighting a fire in her libido...
But that life was not for her. Maybe she would marry but not for a few years at least. She had a career to start. Finish college and become a successful business woman. And so she had, and done quite well. Hard work but she was capable, and determined. And she had earned enough to buy herself nice things. Very nice things. And the idea of a fur coat had been on her mind as a sign she had made it so she had gone and tried a few. And found one she really liked and bought it. But the satisfaction of wearing such a beautiful item was.... missing. She owned it, she had bought it with money she earned. But somehow it wasn't qiute right. She had acquired it but hadn't 'earned' it. That fantasy of earning her furs wouldn't let her enjoy it. She felt like an imposter wearing it.
She knew how to fix that. As she took a selfie to send to her benefactor with an invitation. She was already planning their weekend together to truly earn her furs... He'd make her dependent on him. He'd have her give up her career. But she knew that was ok. She'd be earning the something that money couldn't buy. And her collection of furs would show just how very well she was doing at it...

And a big shout out to the best muse findingmywayforever for a great picture and also BellyDancer018 for allowing me to bounce ideas of her...