Each time I went to see my new sugar daddy Michael it was never for more than an hour or two. Each time he gifted me some combination of jewelry, money, and most importantly, attention. The attention I got from Michael was intoxicating; just as my friend (and his ex) Kate had said it would be.
All in all, he maintained gifts of money in the $3,000 range at minimum. I usually saw him two or three times a week, sometimes at midnight, otherwise around 2 or 3 o’clock in the morning. That was our unspoken arrangement, just as it was for Kate and surely many others before and after me.
I learned a lot from Michael about the business world, about men of a certain age, and what not to say when it came to erectile dysfunction. It was around this time I met Keegan while working at the bar.
The number one rule when working at a bar is to never take a guy’s phone number, and to never give out yours. In between school, Michael, and working at the bar, I met a very handsome man named Keegan. We talked several times about college; Keegan was working in the same field of study. The first time we met, he told me that he had some training material he was going to give to me for free, if I wanted to give him a call. Being a good employee with a lot on my plate, I threw his number out.
He kept trying to give me his number and I kept throwing it out. But the third time he gave it to me happened to be the same night I decided to quit working at the bar. Because I was upset with management over my scheduling, I wasn’t thinking properly and just shoved Keegan’s number into my bag along with my tips and huffed out the door, slamming it behind me. And that was it.
I tossed my bag of work stuff into the trunk of my car and it stayed there for a month or two. I was so busy with exams and Michael that I completely forgot it was there. I had picked up some hours at a local bakery, just to have some form of employment other than living off of Michael.
The job didn’t last long though; I simply had too much on my plate and being stuck at work was not an acceptable excuse for Michael. I remember him specifically saying to me once, “You would choose working in a bakery over me? I give you 10 times what you will make in that place in a year. Quit the job and come home to me, now.” So, I quit the bakery job.
Being a kept woman for Michael was nice for a while. I confided in my mother about Michael’s occasional erectile dysfunction, which got me thinking; I have needs too, outside of being taken care of financially. So, I carefully broached the topic of trying the little blue pill with Michael, just to see if he had tried it and if it could add to our relationship in some way. I wasn’t getting as much sex as I was used to, and really needed some kind of “relief.”
I was terrified to bring it up out of fear of losing Michael. But when I finally did, I never would have expected things to go the way they did…