[ it’s taken penny some time to grow accustomed to the rhythm of her dates with sansa. there’s an ebb and flow - because sometimes they just watch a movie, or head out to get some pizza or take-out. penny’s managed to drag her to an arcade a few times, and sansa’s weirdly great at shooting hoops and ski-ball. they don’t even have sex on every date, though they usually make out, like, at least a little.
but then there’s the nights that sansa wants to go all out, or at least flex her wealth. it’s not every time, but it’s probably a plurality. tonight was a dinner out, some sort of cocktail party (she honestly tries to remember what every soiree and fundraiser is for, but they all run together), a new dress for penny to wear. one that was a pale red, and clung to her like a second skin, and sansa kept on brushing her fingers against the hemline.
that was earlier - they’re back at sansa’s place now, and it could have been anyone’s guess what would happen next. a movie, a bath, some video games, getting eaten out - until sansa offhandedly mentioned that she had some ‘money to give,’ and penny knew exactly what that meant. ]
Th - Thank you, Daddy.
[ her dress is in a heap on the floor, and penny shivers as sansa’s fingernails trace against the bare skin of her waist. the lights are down low, music playing, and her girlfriend (slash-sugar-daddy-slash-occasional-mistress) is lounging on her favorite seat. penny’s legs are open, straddling on sansa’s lap, as she slides another hundred dollar bill into penny’s thong.
is penny wearing the skimpy lingerie that, in sansa’s clipped words, brings out your fat arse? yes. is sansa still in her suit? also yes. ]
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Date: 2025-04-08 04:14 am (UTC)but then there’s the nights that sansa wants to go all out, or at least flex her wealth. it’s not every time, but it’s probably a plurality. tonight was a dinner out, some sort of cocktail party (she honestly tries to remember what every soiree and fundraiser is for, but they all run together), a new dress for penny to wear. one that was a pale red, and clung to her like a second skin, and sansa kept on brushing her fingers against the hemline.
that was earlier - they’re back at sansa’s place now, and it could have been anyone’s guess what would happen next. a movie, a bath, some video games, getting eaten out - until sansa offhandedly mentioned that she had some ‘money to give,’ and penny knew exactly what that meant. ]
Th - Thank you, Daddy.
[ her dress is in a heap on the floor, and penny shivers as sansa’s fingernails trace against the bare skin of her waist. the lights are down low, music playing, and her girlfriend (slash-sugar-daddy-slash-occasional-mistress) is lounging on her favorite seat. penny’s legs are open, straddling on sansa’s lap, as she slides another hundred dollar bill into penny’s thong.
is penny wearing the skimpy lingerie that, in sansa’s clipped words, brings out your fat arse? yes. is sansa still in her suit? also yes. ]