“Don’t tell anyone.” I rolled my eyes. Why would I tell anyone I was thinking of becoming a prostitute? I locked my phone and threw it into my bag. I spent the entire train ride home in my own world. I was lucky I didn’t miss my stop. The only thing that was really going through my head was the $150 an hour I would make. My mind was battling between what I always thought was wrong, a job that only the lowest of the low do. Girls, who dropped out of high school, got knocked up and needed an easy job. I’m not a high school dropout; I attend one of Australia’s best universities. But WHY does it seem so wrong? I couldn’t understand. It’s just another job, it’s a service, a service that would easily fund my current expensive lifestyle and even possibly my future. Two sides of my brain were fighting, and wasn’t closer to making a decision.
You know how in movies, the best friend always says ‘Just sleep on it, promise ?’ when it came to the main protagonist having to make a plot twisting decision. Well that’s what I did. My logical side told me to sleep on it.
Thank goodness I did, because that night my mind wondered into other possible branches similar to prostitution. I sat up, fumbled through the dark to turn on my laptop.
From Google, escorting seemed to just be the same thing but better pay. As I was scrolling through the search page I noticed ‘sugar daddy’ on the right side. I wasn’t 100% sure what a sugar daddy was, I just knew it would be something similar to gold digging, and I had always joked about becoming a gold digger. So I started looking more into the world of sugar daddies. I typed “Sugar daddy” into Google and a long list of websites helping older rich men look for young attractive intelligent women who need financial help came up. “Dating service, cater[ing] specifically to those seeking Mutually Beneficial relationships”, “No Cheap Sugar Daddies. Meet only Millionaires.” and “The Largest Site for Sugar Daddy Dating” flooded my screen.
Those websites weren’t very helpful, I still didn’t really understand what a sugar daddy was. I refined my search and found blog after blog from both men and women and their point of view of being a sugar daddy or sugar baby. It was such an interesting world I was delving into. I found stories of women finding great, successful men who would help financially fund their lives. They spoke of amazing nights having long, bonding conversations about their lives and interests. It seemed like being a sugar baby didn’t involve sex. I never came across a single story that mentioned a sugar baby having sex with their handsome rich sugar daddy.
It was decided.
I went back to my ‘sugar daddy’ search page and clicked on the first online website for sugar daddy’s, sugardaddymeet.com. The website layout was more like a forum but was still professional. I was determined to give it a proper go. I’ve always been a natural at talking to strangers, making others feel comfortable and I’d like to think I was some what attractive. So I filled in my details, Summer Smith, 2- years of age, 5’9”, slim, you know the usual stuff. And as I was waiting for my profile to go through, I pictured a handsome, tall, blue eyed 30 year old. A smile grew across my face, this might actually work. This could be my new job, entertaining older men for money without the sex. Or maybe getting fuck with a slightly older hottie.
Well so I thought…