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Well, hello, Casey. This isn't a surprise.

I'm sorry, Ricky.

I don't know where else to go.

Come on in. Can I get you a drink or something?

No, I'm fine.

I just need to chill.

All right, have a seat.

Let me see you relax some.

So what happened?

I thought you were living large with Monty.

Ugh, no, I left him. He was a fucking nightmare.

That was quick.

Ricky, Monty has five sugar babies. Did you know that?

Not only is he a control freak, constantly telling me what to do, I have

schedule.

Every time he wants to see me, I have to wear this dumbass fucking Sailor Girl

outfit. That's how he takes me shopping.

All of us have costumes we have to wear for him.

It's too fucking much.

I need some control in my life, Ricky.

Yeah, I hear Monty can be pretty controlling.

Uh, yeah.

I have 25 texts since I left.

Maybe you should stop getting your sugar daddies off of that app.

I know, but it's just so easy.

I just wish they were better looking.

God, sugar babies match more like old ugly dudes picking hot young girls.

Casey, that's the definition of sugar daddy.

What happened to that guy in San Diego? I thought he was going to marry you.

His wife found out.

I bet she loved that.

Ugh, whatever.

You're trash anyways.

Except you.

You're the best sugar daddy I've had.

You know that.

You're the only one in the play to feel. A girl has to explore her options.

How about you?

Are you seeing anybody right now?

Nobody steady.

Maybe we could read something.

You don't have anywhere to go, do you?

Well, I left Monty's.

Monty? Monty.

Answer it.

Hello?

Yeah, I just saw the messages.

Because I'm busy.

That's because I left, Monty.

Yeah, I took everything.

What? Fuck you. I'm not giving you back those bags. Those are gifts.

Bullshit, Monty. If you want to buy me things, that's on you. I don't fucking

owe you. The amount of pussy you got off me is going to last you a fucking

lifetime. Let me see the phone.

Hey, Monty?

This is Ricky.

Yeah, that's me.

Listen, dude, Casey is not your property. You blew it.

You know the sugar daddy rules.

Bags, trips, that shit ain't a wedding ring.

She's not your sugar baby anymore.

Yeah, maybe you are talking to her new daddy.

Because babies come home.

Yo, leave Casey the fuck alone or you're going to have to deal with me.

And it won't be a dick up your ass, it'll be my foot. You got it?

That means I'm your new sugar baby?

I guess we can try it out.

You're on a probationary period.

You know, it got me a little hard how you handled that.

Two big bear sugar daddies fighting over this little baby.

Look what you did to me.

Why don't you let me take off your shoes?

You like how soft they are?

I could have fresh pedicure for you.

Did Monty pay for that?

Yeah.

But they're for you.

Oh, daddy.

Yeah. I'm sorry. It's been a while.

I know you missed me.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

I missed your tongue.

Hmm.

Daddy.

Fuck.

Hairy chest.

Oh.

Oh, my God, yes.

Holy book.

Oh, yeah.

Um...

Oh, God.

Mmm.

Fuck.

Oh, I don't feel it. My car is so good.

Mm -hmm.

Let me eat my apple.

Fuck yes, yes, yes, yes.

Fuck,

your tongue feels so bad.

Thank you.

Oh, yeah.

Oh,

yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, you're welcome. Yes,

it's so good.

Yes, daddy.

Yes, daddy.

Oh, yes.

Oh, fuck.

Give me a fuck.

Give me a fuck. Yeah.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Holy fuck.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh, yes.

Yes, you want to go to your pretty face, huh?

You think that was the audition?

I knew I was going to pass the guidelines.