My new sugar daddy, Michael, was starting to feel lonely and kept insisting for me to move in with him. He thought this would be more ideal for me, since the maid could take care of the cooking, cleaning, and laundry while I focused on school and Michael. We talked it over before deciding to take a few days to think about it.
One night, while I was over at his place, he randomly said, “Hey, what do you say I send the driver to pick you up in the town car and we go to my favorite steakhouse for dinner? You can go home and get ready. Wear something very nice, classy, and not a lot of cleavage. Tonight we will dine with friends.”
“I have nothing to wear. I haven’t had time to go shopping between studying, sleeping, and seeing you,” I responded.
“No big deal! Let me call Anthony—he will take care of you right away,” Michael said as he walked into his home office to make the call. I had no idea know who Anthony was, or how he was supposed to help me, so I just waited.
Michael returned from his office with a piece of paper and a check. “This is Anthony’s number, this is where you are going to meet him now, and this is to pay for whatever makes your heart sing. I want you to feel truly beautiful tonight. Be ready by 7 p.m. sharp.”
That was it. I left his estate feeling more confused and frustrated than before, and headed to the address as instructed. My needs weren’t being met—he hadn’t even really considered them—and I was a little angry about how the whole thing was turned around to focus solely on him. Yet again, he had gotten what he wanted with money, and I didn’t even realize he was doing it to me.
I arrived at Saks Fifth Avenue feeling nervous. We had never really gone out one a date yet, and I had never been inside this store before because it was always out of my price range. Everything was so nice, and so expensive. Before I could pull out my phone to call Anthony, he approached me as I wandered through the store.
“Vivian? I can tell it’s you because you match the picture Mike sent me from his security system. Well, here we are! Let’s get moving. We don’t have a ton of time,” Anthony rambled off quickly as he ushered me towards the women’s department, where he had a rack of clothing waiting just for me.
“OK, so here’s the deal,” started Anthony. “Mike has me on payroll and I have privileges on his credit card. So, I’ve gone ahead and picked out 10 outfits that I know for certain Mike will like, and being that you have a much paler complexion than this picture shows, only half of those outfits will work for you. So, take them into the dressing room and try them all on. We will pick two that work the best and then I will buy them for you. Don’t worry about paying me back; it’s all part of my job. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve done this for girls just like you.”
I was at a loss for words…