The year was 1995, you had been somewhat of a sugar baby to drummer Tommy Lee. It wasn’t a massive age gap between the two of you, you were just a girl at a bar that he found really attractive and someone he wanted to provide for. Tommy had been your sugar daddy for the past 2 years, you didn’t mind all the dinners, shopping trips, cars, or any of that he was giving you at all. Throughout the time you and Tommy were together you two never did anything sexual not even once and for it to be thee Tommy Lee that was very surprising. He kind of caught feelings for you but never acted on them, you felt a little something for him too but didn’t want to make it obvious either. Ever since you had been his Sugar baby you didn’t have to worry about a thing in life. Your bills were paid, your jewelry was designer, it was like Tommy was giving you the world, and you smiled through every bit of it because opportunities like this don’t come up daily.

On a beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon Tommy did what he did best and that was taking you out shopping and letting you run wild woth his card. Even though he was more than financially okay you still tried to keep your limit under 5,000 dollars anyway. You went to a couple of your favorite stores and Tommy followed along behind you to carry some of your bags, and pay for the stuff when it came time. You stopped into a different store to look for a new dress, you went into the store and after a little while you found yourself the perfect dress. You went to try it on and it was a lovely fit just a little too tight at the top, it squeezed your breasts but in a sort of good way because they looked bigger. When you stepped out the changing room you showed Tommy who was sitting down and your shopping bags right next to him. You asked him how did it look and Tommy’s jaw dropped at the sight of you. You were already beautiful but the way the dress fit on your body was just making it harder for Tommy not to fall for you a little more than what he was already feeling.

Tommy: Damn…You look…perfect

He mumbled, it was like he was in a trance thag he couldn’t get out of. His eyes were glued to your chest as his mouth hung open. When he asked you to be like his sugar baby he promised himself that he wouldn’t grow an attachment to you, but the more he got to know you the harder it was for him.