There are a lot of euphemisms for prostitutes: call girl, courtesan, working girl, escort, etc.Even though it may be a controversial position to take, I’d add another term to that list: sugar baby.After taking a little time to get to know each other the talk would always lead to a negotiation of what my “allowance” would be and how much time my suitor would get in return.Every single man I spoke with made sure to inquire if sex was part of the equation.we’re uneducated, have no goals or other options, and the one that bothered me the most: that, unlike sugar babies, we don’t have real affection for our clients.I have a number of long-term clients that I care very much for.When he picked me up he handed me a reloadable Am Ex card and said he’d put half of the weekly amount I expected onto it.I told him that it wasn’t necessary as we were still getting to know each other.
Although I loved working at the ranch, I found it increasingly difficult to explain the long periods of time that I was spending away from my home in the Midwest.
He insisted and said to keep it just for having dinner with him.
He ended up taking me to the same restaurant, and afterwards he said he wanted to stop by his house to check on his dogs.
The idea of maintaining a good income locally while continuing to work in an ostensibly legal manner appealed to me.
My work as a legal prostitute caused me to approach the sugar baby game with a skeptical but open mind.
When it came time for our second date I tried to call and cancel because my car was in the shop.