About a week after our last trip together, my older sugar daddy, Michael, called. It was 11:45 p.m. I had an exam the next day that was a final for the class—I couldn’t afford to not ace it, since it was required to pass the class.
This time, instead of answering his call right away, I put my phone on silent and just let it ring. Michael left about four voicemails before giving up on me for the night. I slept the whole night through and woke up feeling greatly relieved. I finally did it. I turned him away, and I felt good about it.
The next night, the same thing happened; he called and I ignored him. And that made him want me even more. He was so used to everyone giving him what he wanted because he had money that he was now seeing red when I ignored him. The third night came along, and I finally answered. “Hi Michael—”
“Where have you been?” he interjected. “I have been trying to reach you! Were you ignoring me on purpose? I want to see you. When can you get here? I have a new toy for us to play with.”
I agreed to see him, knowing that my time with him was limited by my own lack of desire and enthusiasm. He sensed this and for him, it wasn’t something he enjoyed knowing. We played around in his bedroom with several of his new toys, and while were in the middle of having sex, the doorbell rang. “Who’s at the door, Michael?” I asked. “Is it important or can we ignore it?”
Michael answered quietly. “It’s the new girl. I want you to train her the same way Kate trained you. She’s terrible at playing the way I like,” he responded.
I let the new girl, Ashley, inside and he brought her to the bar. I looked at her and smiled, feeling a slight tinge of jealousy, but more so just pity for her. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. It was at that moment I realized that, all along, all of those judgmental women and men had felt the same exact way about me. They pitied me, because until I had reached this point, I couldn’t see what they were seeing when they looked at Michael and I.
By this point, I had enough money to live minimally on for about a year; I wouldn’t have to work and could truly focus on school and on myself. I trained Ashley, just like Kate had trained me, and when I left Michael’s house that night, he had given me yet another large sum of money. This time the memo line read, “Down payment for a house.” It was like he had read my mind.
As I left, I made a promise to myself to never see Michael again. And only one time would I break that promise, but that’s all it takes, right?
A few weeks passed by and I was finally just doing my own thing. No sugar daddy, no Michael, no anyone—just me and my schoolwork. I started biking every day for at least two hours at a time, really building up muscle in my lower body. My thighs were getting so muscular that my clothes weren’t fitting properly.
Keegan, the guy I had met at the strip club I worked at, and I chatted online nearly every night. Some days we would even video chat. We had good times and became great friends. I felt like I could trust him with anything. I finally felt like I was at a good place in my life, and it all had to do with cutting Michael loose.