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.