
You can buy this baby sugar glider all the necklaces in the world, but he's not going to blow you.
For me, the worst part of prostitution was always setting up appointments with new clients. I had a few regulars, but by the time I decided to quit the economy was in a tailspin. Their business was no longer frequent enough to sustain my standard of living. It may have been the tableau reflected in a mirrored ceiling that made me decide to quit, but it was the monotony of arranging appointments that made me stick to that decision. I didn’t repost my ad after I decided to quit whoring, but I went on a few calls with regulars anyway. After all, I had to eat.
Right about this time, it struck me that I had been very, very reckless with my money: I had enough to live on for about a month, but I should have had more. I had assumed I’d have the luxury of time during to decide which direction I wanted to go in but when I took a good look at my finances… I realized I had no such thing.
I considered looking for a straight job, but as I thought of all my friends who languished in cafes and behind cash registers it was obvious that I was destined for better things. Once again, I went to Leslie for advice. Leslie had recently embarked on what she hoped would be a flourishing career as a sugar baby, that grey area between actual dating and prostitution catered to notoriously by sites like Seeking Arrangement. The entire sugar daddy arrangement sounded wonderful to me; it provided the convenience of a regular client with (hopefully) greater financial rewards. So far, Leslie hadn’t had the best luck as a sugar baby, but I assumed that this had more to do with her reluctance to give so much as a single blowjob, than any flaws in the actual system itself.















