Sugary Goodness

"What the fuck is your problem, Fred? You know how hard I've been training for this night. I'm not going to go down in a couple of rounds." I was preparing myself for the ring.

My stupid greedy brother kept on pushing me to take a punch on the fifth round and take the fall. He was riding his money on my fight.

"Oh come on, Gary. You can always win the next fight. Your statistics are good. I just need this one night only." He gloved me and prepared me for the canvas. I didn't say anything further to him. I was beyond pissed.

The match went on for ten rounds. Fred was palming his face and looking furious at me when I finally delivered a knockout punch to my opponent. The referee did a count-out and declared me the winner. The crowd cheered, but Fred was quiet. Then he was on his phone, frantically speaking to the other line.

"What the fuck, man? I had it in the bag. Now I owe a lot of money to some shady Russian. Shit! What the fuck am I going to do now?! Your next match isn't for another couple of weeks. And I’ve been banned in several of the matches. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Fred was pacing back and forth in my changing room.

He was seriously not excited that I just won the match. I didn't care about him, as I quickly changed and was about to leave when five guys came into my changing room.

"Fred...my friend. It seems that you owe us some money. So this is your brother, yeah? So... you decided to make a winner out of yourself, huh? Well, then congratulations, Gary Evans. Now you just have to pay us five hundred grand in cash. We expect to be paid by the end of the month, that is, in two weeks from now."

Then two of his men grabbed Fred, and the other two grabbed me. "Now don't resist, Gary. We're just going to show you that we are serious. Just take it like a man and it'll be over soon enough. Now, boys, you can start. None in the face. That's for next week." Then they punched us in the gut. Hard.

Fred instantly slumped to the ground. He was moaning in pain while I was trying to hold it in. But the big guy kept punching me like a sack over and over again until I slumped to the ground and spit out blood.

God fucking damn it! What did Fred get himself into?

When the goons were done, Fred drove me home. He apologized during the whole drive, but said he really needed my help with the money. He said he could only gather one hundred grand. I just stayed silent and didn't say anything to him. I was still very pissed.

Staying up and drinking wasn't the best thing to do when tomorrow was a working day. But I did stay up drinking my strongest whiskey to numb the pain. Then I finally fell asleep only to be woken up by my alarm a couple of hours later.

I lazily got up and took a hot shower. That was when I looked at the bruises. Damn! I put on a thin layer of Arnica cream, then put on my work clothes. I needed to heal fast, so I gulped down a couple of Arnica pills with my black coffee.

I took out the ingredients for my spinach and strawberry smoothies that were scheduled for my morning smoothies this week.

I had been racking my brain since last night, trying to find a way to get the money. Fred was right. My next match wasn't for another couple of weeks, and it still wouldn't generate the amount of money that we needed.

Damn! That fucking asshole! He fucking gets me into this fucking mess! Shit!

I pressed start and watched the spinach and strawberry mix together, then added a banana and the last cup of yogurt. I drank it all and put the dishes in the sink for later. I was already late for work. I grabbed my helmet, put on my jacket, and picked up my leather backpack from the couch. I was out the door five minutes later.

I arrived at the office and arranged everything for opening hour. It was a pretty easy, mindless job that paid me a nice chunk of money to support my boxing hobby.

Damn! I couldn't even believe I was considering this, but I needed to talk to Adriana. She was scheduled to come today for her monthly meeting with Kamaria.

Oh, fuck! I could use a smoke right now... I'm so fucking stressed out.

Adriana always suggested I join the sugar baby listing since a couple of her clients had asked for me. I never felt the need to even consider it. Every time she asked, I would just smile and keep on working. I knew she hired me to be her assistant and some eye candy. I was apparently attractive enough for both the daddies and mommies that passed through her doors.

My sex drive was thrown into the ring. I rarely dated. I didn't feel the need to. Between my day job, my matches, and my training, I was set. I even had to limit myself to sex before fight nights. I would fuck some random groupie chick or even two. Fred would shove them to my changing room right after my wins. He said it would be good for my reputation to keep the fans happy. Hell, I was all good as long as they knew how to please me. And I always made sure to have protection with me. I never trusted them, not one bit.

Just then Adriana entered the office. Since she married her hotshot movie guy and had a kid, she was slowly backing down from the business and handing everything to Kamaria.

I decided to just go with it. I was fucking doing this, just for the five hundred grand, then back to the usual shit. I knocked on her door, and let myself in.

"Ah, Gary, how are you this morning? You look like shit, by the way. Late night with the ladies?" She smiled and sat down gracefully in her boss chair.

Shit! I really need to smoke.

"Er...hm, yeah…I need to talk to you about personal stuff if you have time?" I asked her, trying to look as casual as I could.

"My god, Gary! Did you decide to join my listing? Fuck! You're fucking serious, aren't you? Hell, Kamaria will just have to wait. I've been waiting for this for years." She got up and hugged me. I winced as she touched my bruise.

"Hey, shit, sorry Gary. I know there’s probably a trigger for you to finally decide to join us. Do you want to talk about it? It'll just be between you and me." Then she went to her mini bar and poured us each a glass of her finest whiskey.

"Come, consider yourself hired already. Sit and vent. You’ll feel better." She pointed to her one-seater for me to park my ass there.

I told her everything about my boxing match, my brother, and the Russian thugs who hassled us for money. I told her I was just doing this for that money, then I would be back to administration work again.

She didn't object with my terms. I know she always takes care of her babies. That was why this company was one of the favorite playgrounds for the rich and the wealthy. She got the best babies in the market.

We talked for more than an hour, then she scheduled me for my photoshoot with Francois and the contract signing with Kamaria. I finally sighed deeply, as the issue with money was settled.

Now I just have to wait for the next step.

Damn! I can't believe I'm fucking doing this.

"Gary...leave the administration work for tomorrow. You need to strip and get in the studio to pose for Francois. Wait, have you waxed?" Kamaria asked me as she passed my desk on her way to the pantry.

She never allowed me to make her coffee. She always made her own, though I was officially her assistant/errand boy. But she was just like Adriana. She respects people no matter what their job is.

But Kamaria took it to the next level since she wouldn't even let me make her coffee. She just shrugged when I asked her why, saying she liked the random things that she could do without even thinking. So, I just let her be and put it down as one of her quirks.

"Yes, I'm currently trimmed and hairless and already covered up my bruises. I'll let Francois check it again before the shoot." Adriana had informed Kamaria of my reason for joining the sugar baby listing, so she knew about my bruises.

I went to the studio and stripped for Francois. He asked me yesterday to bring my boxing shorts and the works. He wanted me to tell a story in my poses. He was as good as Adriana said.

"Hey Gary, put on your boxing hand wraps and just hold the gloves. Pose with one of the small briefs on the racks there. The white one first, then the navy one later. You can sit on the stool, legs apart...yes, just stay like that, perfect. No, don't smile. Just look at the camera. Gorgeous, damn! You're good at this. Okay, now turn to the side a bit, show me your back...flex your back muscles just a bit, great, sexy…" The shoot went on for a little more than an hour.

I was feeling good when he showed me the end results. It actually looked good, provocatively alluring. He told me that he might know some people if I wanted to do some underwear modeling on the side.

"You're a natural, Gary, and those tattoos…they're currently a hot thing in the industry. Adriana said you're doing this baby thing temporarily. So just come to me, if you need some extra money. It won't be as much as the baby thing, but it could open more doors for your career. You follow my instructions very well; that's one thing photographers like in their models…"

We talked over coffee after the shoot. I understood why Adriana used to have a casual fling with him. He was a really nice guy, and easy to talk to.

I finished my day with the legal department, putting my signature on all the necessary documents. Then I went back to my desk and finished my work for the day.

"Damn Gary, I thought I told you to leave that for tomorrow. Come! The babies and I are going out for a beer." She closed her office door and sat on my desk.

"I have to pass on that, Kamaria. I’m sparring tonight..." I was still typing when she grabbed my mouse, clicked save, then turned off my computer.

"You could make it if we leave right now. Just one glass, then I'll let you leave. Boss's order. I won't let you say no." She giggled and took my hand in hers. Then Francois joined us and wrapped his arm around her waist.

Okay...wait, when did that happen?

"So, where are we going? I have to get my bike. I'll meet you there?" I asked as I changed to my leather jacket, then grabbed my helmet from under my desk.

"Players. You know where it is, right? I'm hitching a ride with Francois. We will meet the rest of the babies there." She smiled at me and took Francois's hand, and walked to the elevator.

I spent an hour at Players with the babies. They were all having a good time, drinking their asses off. I had to limit myself to just one beer since I needed to ride my bike to get to the boxing club and get my training done for my next match.

I said goodbye to them as they booed me for leaving so soon. But then one of the babies found my boxing match online.

"Fuck Gary, is this really you?" Jacqueline asked as she showed me the footage of my latest match. I was still the proud owner of the upper eyebrow stitch for that match.

"Yup. That's me. Got stitches from that." I pointed them to my left eyebrow. I grinned at them and then waved goodbye. They were still busy passing Jacqueline's phone to see my match.

The boxing club was a bit quiet when I got there. It was a weekday, and a bit late for a regular training session. The club tends to fill up in the afternoon just after office hours. Fred was already there, and he was antsy, waiting for me.

"So? Did you get the money?" he asked me eagerly.

"Not yet," I answered truthfully and passed him to get to the locker room, deliberately not explaining my plans to him.

Besides, I was not telling him that I was joining the sugar baby listing. He didn't even know that I worked for them. He assumed I worked at some lame corporate office as some boring administration staff. I also didn't want him to know it would be that easy for me to get that kind of money. I didn't want this kind of thing to be repeated in the future.

"But where are we going to get that kind of money?" Fred was pacing back and forth in the locker room. He was obviously panicking. They must've hit him hard. I smirked and looked at him.

"You should think with your head next time. I'm looking for ways, but you should too. I'm not sure I’ll have the money in time. Just stop with the fucking bets, Fred." I put on my shirt and boxing shorts, then changed to my boxing shoes. I started to put on my hand wraps while Fred kept on babbling that he was sorry, and it would not happen again.

I was just glad that he finally got what he deserved. Those Russian thugs sure as hell could throw a punch. I could still feel the bruise every time I stretched my abdomen muscles.

"I'm not going to do the usual workout tonight. Just hold my sack. I'm just going to throw some punches, then I'm going back home to rest. My abs still hurt like hell," I told him. He just nodded and went to one of the sacks to hold it for me.

I was letting out my anger for Fred on the poor sack, and he knew it. He just kept quiet and held it still for me. We were taking our thirty-second break when Fred popped the question. "Should we ask Grandmother for it?" He looked desperate now.

"Fuck no! You know how she is. She would definitely give you the money, but she would own your ass in return. But then again, it's your problem. So, if you decide to go to her, just leave me out of it. I want nothing to do with her. She cut off her relationship with our parents. Or do you not remember how we would starve at night just to be able to eat breakfast?" I readjusted my hand wraps and started my punches again.

He was still, and quiet again for the next three minutes of my punches. Then at the next thirty-second break, I told him, “Look, just wait for me. I will try to gather the four hundred grand. You're good with the one hundred grand, right? If we cut it too close to the end of the month, then you can contact Grandmother. But I'm staying out. You don't mention my name in your conversation with her." I looked at him sternly as the thirty-second break ended, and I started to assault the sack again.

This went on for the whole twelve sets, then I decided to call it a night. My abs still hurt with every punch.

We ended the night by having dinner at the small diner just across the street from the boxing club. I ordered my usual white meat and vegetables. We ate in silence, but I could tell that he was more relaxed than when I saw him before. We closed the tab, ordered our coffee, and talked about everything else but the money.