And We’re Gaining Traction

Anna was wearing a short red dress and black leggings with pump heels. She was seated at the bar at the Sheraton Hotel. She was sipping a glass of tap water and the bar man was giving her slightly nasty looks…like are you going to buy anything yet? No, she was not. She was finally meeting her Tinder date and it was six pm. She saw a man that looked like the one that she had been talking to on Tinder. She waved to him and he smiled. He was in his mid-forties and quite well-groomed, he’s not even infected with the usual big belly that men of his generation who have money tend to have. Actually he’s quite attractive.

He hugged her and sat at the bar next to her.

“You must be Mary,” he says to her. For precaution Anna had not used her real name. Anna smiles.

“And you must be Clinton,” she says perfectly aware that he is possibly also using a fake name.

“Can I order you a proper drink?” He asks her with a charming smile. This is a guy that in normal circumstances Anna would have actually liked to date. She smiles at him.

“Okay,”

“What shall I get you?”

“A Shirley Temple?”

“That’s very non-alcoholic,” he says with a little laugh. He orders himself a vodka tonic. “So tell me about yourself Mary,” he says. He has a deep and soothing voice. Anna remembers that the girls in the forum said that she must always keep an eye on her drink in case a guy might try and roofie her. So Anna has one eye on her drink.

“I’m not very interesting,” Anna tells Clinton. “ I’m an artist ,I’ve been trying to build my portfolio and make my living through that,” She continues and takes a sip of her Shirley Temple. Not really a lie. Clinton nods.

“Proximity to the arts is soothing for the soul,” he tells her in his deep voice. Well-spoken and able to express himself well. Anna is feeling a little too attracted to this guy. The truth is Anna wants to have sex. She wants to be able to express herself sexually, kiss and be physical with guys and maybe even girls but her mother’s strictness and sexual repression have always been the chains holding her back. She constantly plays the lyrics of WAP in her mind.

Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker, I need a henny drinker, I need a weed smoker, not a garter snake, I need a King Cobra with a hook in it, hope it lean over.

Okay, Anna is sexually attracted to this guy and also developing a romantic attraction. Is it possible to actually date-date a guy that you want to be your sugar daddy?

“What do you do?” Anna asks Clinton.

“I’m a doctor,” he tells her. “I have a private practice in Borrowdale Brooke,” He tells her. That’s the elite neighborhood next to Anna’s. Her neighborhood is also considered an elite neighborhood that she and her mother somehow live in by some twist of fate. They are not rich like their neighbors at all. But he must be doing very well. He’s serving the richest one percent (possibly less) of Zimbabwe. “Despite me being a bit of a pill I am quite knowledgeable in the arts. I can tell my Matisse from my Kadinsky,”

Anna laughs. “Wow, a doctor that knows more than just anatomical terms,” she says.

“Artists and doctors both have that in common don’t they? We both study anatomy,” he says in his low deep voice sending a shiver down Anna’s spine. Anna is aware of the sexual connotations behind that statement. She’s aware that she’s not disgusted by them. She smiles at him.

“Maybe you could be the subject of my next painting,” she tells him and takes a sip of her drink. On the forum she was told that you have to act like you would sleep with them even if you are revolted by them because that will lure them in and make them open their pockets. But here it’s not really acting. Anna sucks in her breathe and remembers that she has not moved out yet. She cannot risk having sex and her mother finding out. Her mother already accuses her of having sex when she is not.

They continue to talk and find that they both like gaming. He’s very much into Mortal Kombat, while she’s very much into Genshin Impact. Anna agrees to have a match of Mortal Kombat with him if he tries to play Genshin Impact.

“This is actually fun,” Anna begins to think. Eventually nine pm strikes and Anna realizes that she has to get home. She had been hoping initially that the date would end at eight pm so that she could possibly catch that last bus that headed to her area. There’s definitely nothing now. That means that she will have to order a ride through Hwindi. That’ll cost her about twenty dollars. She cashed out the hundred dollars she got from Harare Daddy already so she has the money but that is already a fifth of her cash gone…without anymore cash to make up for it.

“I have to get going,” she tells Clinton. “It was amazing to meet you Clinton,” Out of impulse she kisses him and he kisses back. He has thick, soft lips and the experience of an older man. Able to use simple touches to arouse you. “I have to order my taxi,” she tells him.

“Oh, let me cover the taxi for you. Where do you live?” He asks her.

“Helensvale,” she tells him. He raises an eyebrow. Right beside Borrowdale Brooke.

“And you’ve never come to my practice,” he teases. She smiles.

“I’m a broke, starving artist, when I get a rich benefactor to sponsor my art I’ll go to your practice at the hint of a headache,” Clinton laughs.

“Well at least let me cover the cost of a taxi for you,” he tells her and hands her a fifty dollar note. Anna takes it.

“That’s very generous of you, I owe you a portrait,” she tells him.

“I’ll hang it at the entrance of my practice,” he tells her. She smiles. He walks her to the entrance of the hotel where her ride is already waiting for her. They kiss one more time. Anna’s head is in the clouds until she realises that she needs to change out of her red dress and black tights and into her black jeans and top that she usually used to return home in after a shift at work. She makes the Hwindi stop two houses down from hers and drop off. The driver looks confused that she wants to be dropped off by the bushes, but anyway they take their money and leave. The cost of the ride ended up being eighteen dollars meaning that she has thirty-two dollars left. Thats’ a significant amount of money for her. She’s now got more money than most people earn in a month, but she’s not going to spend it on anything else except rent.

She changes into her jeans and stuff in the bush, then begins to walk home. She hears footsteps behind her and nearly jumps out of her skin. She turns around, ready to fight. It’s a security guard with a flashlight.

“Oh, it’s you,” he tells her. I heard that there was a disturbance around her and people thought it might be a thief,” he tells her. Anna shakes her head.

“Sorry,” she tells him and hopes he didn’t see her change. That gossip would reach her mother easily. Anna was changing in the bushes at night. She continues walking home. The lights of their house are off which either means that electricity is switched off( a thing that is very common in Zimbabwe. The electricity company has problems supplying enough power and routinely does load shedding.) or that her mother is asleep.

She knocks on the door. There’s no answer. She knocks on the door again.

“Who is it?” She hears her mother asks from the lounge couch. Anna sighs.

“It’s Anna,” she responds.

“Where were you?” Her mother asks.

“At work,” Anna responds. “I had trouble finding transport to get back home,” She’s becoming quite adept at lying now. Her mother unlocks the door and Anna heads to her bedroom. She lies in her blankets after carefully unpacking her backpack and folding her dress and tights into her wardrobe. She keeps seeing images of Clinton in her mind. The way that he looked, dressed, smelled, the taste of his lips on hers. She felt her lower quarters throbbing at the thought of something more. Anna got up and switched off the lights to her room. She lay back down and put her hand in her pants. She imagined Clinton’s hands on her, his beard scrapping her chin. She rubbed herself to the motion then began to panic a little that her mother might hear. She takes her laptop and starts to play an episode of ‘Modern Family’, that will block out the sound of her pleasuring herself even if she moans. She imagines him in her and the pain of initial penetration, her breathing gets heavier. She wants this so badly. She rubs faster and in circular motions. After five minutes she feels an intense feeling of heat and pleasure run through her entire body and she shivers. Anna groans as silently as she can. She hasn’t orgasmed like that while masturbating in years. She’s actually breathing heavily. That felt so good. Was that what it would be like to have sex with…

No, she must remember her primary objective in all of this….make money. She can’t afford to get dickmatized. The goal is gaining enough money that she can start something on her own and not have to rely on anyone. She now understood why in ‘Being Mary Jane,” Gabrielle Union’s character had tapped before going on a date. Horniness could make you make silly mistakes.

Clinton was just so perfect though….successful and he played video games? Since he was in his mid-forties he must have a few kids. Was she ready to deal with someone with kids? Considering that she was nearer thirty than twenty it wasn’t outrageous to be with someone with children. It was hard for Anna to swallow sometimes that she was twenty-seven, so much of her life she felt had been lost due to her mother’s behavior. She was a fully grown woman…physically at least.

She fell asleep after that, feeling a little satisfied and a little annoyed that she had to sneak around to have a little sexual relief at her age. As though she was a teenager. Yes, she could not fall into any dick sand. Being single and childless at her age had also shown her the horrors of being married and having kids with an irresponsible partner. A lot of the people that she had gone to school with were married and having kids. Their relationships at first had been really great. The guy all sweet and attentive but the moment that they got married and had kids they started to act up. You couldn’t rely on a man no matter how much you vibed and got along. She could very well be trading one jail for another.

Anna started to go through furniture websites. She looked at all the nice beds and beddings with high thread counts and imagined a day where she wouldn’t need to sleep on the floor. When she had been younger she had had a huge bed and comfy blankets when her father had been alive. That was another thing that made her realize that she couldn’t fall into Clinton’s dick sand. Her father had been the type of ambitious man that provided everything and while he had been alive her mother had not had to lift a hand. She didn’t have to work and there had been both a housekeeper and a gardener. It was not that they were outrageously wealthy but just well off at the time. When her father had died her mother had not been able to adjust well. In fact one person commented that it was if her father had gone with his money as well. Anna realized that because her mother had been over reliant on a man she wasn’t able to function alone. Maybe that’s why she was so abusive as well. One person that knew that particulars of how her mother treated her had told her that her mother acted as though she had never wanted her. But Anna realized that her mother was angry that she was the one that had to take care of her. Mrs. Moyo had banked on her husband always being there to take care of everything and resented it went the duty of raising a child fell solely on her shoulders. Anna didn’t want to fall into that trap as well. Of never having taken care of herself and then having that thrown on her shoulders later on in life.

These thoughts kept running through her mind as she tried to fall asleep. After one hour she realized that sleep was evading her that night. She decided to log into the sugar dating forum.

-I found a potential sugar daddy on Tinder, but the thing is I might really be into him- Anna types into the forum.

-Ncaw, a baby sugar baby. This is so cute-

-Girl, we have all been through that. Don’t get more attached to him than he is to you-

-The best way to not get invested in one man is to have a roster of men that you have on rotation. As a beginner, have three men to start off with. There’s nothing wrong with being attracted to your sugar daddy, many sugar daddies have married their sugar babies but you must be smart about it and let him be more into you than you are into him-

Anna re-reads the third comment several times. A lot of the women repeat that advice in one way or another. She has two other guys on Tinder that she’ll be going out with in a few days. The prospect of going out with them doesn’t seem so exciting anymore when she thinks about Clinton. Hold it! Anna shakes her head and reminds herself that she has to make sure that he’s more into her than she is into him. She reads on the forum some threads about having a roster of men. Apparently in order to make sure that you don’t get too reliant or overly attached to one man you have to have three or more that you see until there is one that shows enough commitment and generosity to be worthy of your sole attention. It’s also a safety net in case you end things with your sugar daddy to have other options. You don’t want to end up being that girl that was living a glamorous life then falls into (relative) poverty when she loses her sugar daddy. Anna puts her phone on her chest. That was kind of a description of her mother.