Storm || Veda & Elsa
Veda was not particularly thrilled to be going to this event with Elsa. They knew that they were just going to be in for misgendering and uncomfortable situations. But the promise of a significant amount of money was too good to pass up, especially when they lost one of their regular customers to someone who was giving services for free. Ugh.
But of course they couldn’t just go out and have a decent time. A dust storm had to pull through and they could do nothing but wait in their car while it blew over…with her in the passenger seat. They groaned, staring out the window despite not being able to see more than a foot in front of it. No way they could drive through this now.
Elsa was a sugar momma. She wasn't ashamed of that fact. She could throw her money at people she wanted, to get the people she wanted — it was good. She loved it. Veda was no different than any other potential sugar babies. They were attractive, tall, hell she wanted them and wasn't going to let them escape her that easy.Â
The festival was ending poorly, with a horrible dust storm replacing what would have been a fireworks show. It was a damn centennial, why did their big finale to the event have to end in such a mediocre, usual way?Â
The brunette looked to Veda with a smirk, placing a hand on their thigh. "You know, no one can see in here," she said, hoping that they could catch on to what she was implying. "Wanna earn some extra cash, lover boy?"
