Truth about the 'Glamorous Lifestyle' of a Sugar Baby/Escort.
To Aspiring Sugar babies and Escorts
Listen ladies, I’ve been privileged enough to have been on private jets, exotic ‘vacations’, dined in x number of Michelin star dinners, worn the most beautiful dresses on the arm of SD’s, played that Pretty Woman scene when she goes shopping, etc….
I wish I had known the truth before joining, especially since I was so young.
Let me tell you this now: it’s not real. It’s not OUR reality. This is an example of a typical ‘upscale’ escort/sugar baby experience some will probably encounter at some point in their SW career.
Their reality: A sexy 18-29 year old in an even sexier dress hanging off of my arm. I can afford the caviar AND her. Every man in this bar is jealous, and trying to talk to her while I cop a feel of her ass. Another bottle of expensive champagne? Why not. She deserves to try the best. This is an incredible life.
Your reality: I’m in a foreign place where I don’t know anybody, wearing a dress that normally screams “rape bait” (at his request), with a man old enough to be my father, if not my grandfather. The host suspect I’m probably a “hooker” since I didn’t even know what the name of the reservation is under. This dress is making it difficult to breathe. Oh god, I need another drink of whatever it is in that bottle to get through another dinner where he’s trying to drunkenly fondle me under the table. I have to smile sweetly. Need to repeatedly remind myself to ignore the sneering glances from the waiters.
His reality later that night: I can’t wait to show her the top-floor suite of this place with the beautiful view. I even had my assistant go pick up some nice sets of lingerie from the store she mentioned she likes. I already made sure the rest of her envelope with her gift/donation is ready with her name on it. I’ll get the candles lit, have another bottle of wine sent up, and romantic music to top it all off. It’s gonna be a night of romance and passion with a beautiful girl. God, she’s gorgeous.
Your reality later that night: This view would be beautiful if it weren’t for the 50 year old behind me, nibbling his dry lips on my ear while I’m trying to enjoy the ambience. At least my rent money is in that envelope with a random name on it. He hands me a bag from Victoria Secret. I have to pretend to be super excited to get try on see-through lace for an old man now. He takes off his shirt, it’s just a forest of white hair and wrinkly skin. Next to the candle lighter, I see the magic blue pills. This is going to be a VERY long night.
Next day reality for him: I think I have enough time for room service before my flight. I’ll see if I can call the other SW from that other town to arrange another rendezvous for when I’m done with work. I should probably order two dozen roses, delivered to my wife so she knows I’m thinking of her. Note to self, call assistant to order roses and withdraw more cash. Oh wait, what’s that girl in my hotel room right now called? Ashley? Sarah? I’ll leave her a few hundred dollars as tip, save her number and I’ll call her again when I’m in town. I’m glad she really enjoyed the sex. She deserves it from all those times with unattractive and gross clients. At 54, I still got it.
Next day reality for you: Fuck, I have no idea how to get back to my own town without using all of the money he gave me for fare. My rent is due tomorrow, and tuition is due next month. I still have a client in 5 hours, my paper is due tomorrow but I haven’t even started. I have the worst hangover ever. At least I don’t remember much from last night, except his sandpaper tongue running all over my body. I shivered, but thankfully I fake moaned so it sounded like I was enjoying it.
Moral of this post: Don’t join the industry based on the glamorous lifestyle of the CLIENTS. Many of the blogs I see paint the image seen through HIS (the client) eyes, not YOURS (the service provider).
When your service is over, you turn back into a normal girl; back to grocery nights at Ralph’s, back to yelping the cheapest nail salon place, back to having fun with friends playing beer pong, back to being “Sarah or Ashley” because you have bills. Part of your service is renting you as a prop for their lifestyle. Never confuse that with YOUR lifestyle. ‘Vacationing’ in Cabo with him is NOT the same as doing so at your leisure with your friends.
If you still don’t quite understand what I’m saying, let me put it this way; bedazzled French pedicures are beautiful, right? You love being pampered in that massage chair, getting massaged, and ending up with a gorgeous pedicure. It’s stunning and glamorous experience, no?
Guess what. Not from the perspective of the pedicurist scrubbing your feet. There’s nothing glamorous about it for her because whereas she’s the service PROVIDER, YOU are the CLIENT. Same situation, very different experience.
This is something many of us learned the hard way. Yes, this lifestyle can come with many glamorous perks and experiences but there’s definitely a price to pay. Don’t be delusional. If this was all that easy, don’t you think every female on this planet would be in the industry?
After several years of experience I’ve learned to be immune to the ‘wrappings’ of the industry. You are here to make money. All those Roseshire roses, expensive dinners, fancy car rides, delicate lingerie are for HIS fantasy, and does very little for YOUR wallet. Don’t be blind sighted by the fancy tricks he pulls because it isn’t tangible. Never lose sight of your 'paycheck’. Once you see this lifestyle as what it truly is - a job; you become far less naive and more focused on your goals.
Always remember: There’s a price to pay for money.
Liam Payne, you beautiful talented creature. Strip that down is not an easy song to perform live. No Quavo, no rap piece to bolster it. Liam had to carry it on his own, and he did it and how. He was nervous but he picked up so smoothly. THOSE NOTE CHANGES LIKE, CLASSIC LIAM. And my boy’s got moves. POC DANCERS. LIAM DANCING WHILE SINGING. LIAM’S WHOLE PERFORMANCE WAS SOOOOO SOOOO SPLENDID. As a viewer, I am so impressed but as a Liam stan, I am so proud. 💖💖
I’ve said much lately regarding Liam and his & his teams promo of Strip That Down and his situation, but I need to get this out, then I’m officially done with speaking on it. I have been part of this fandom for 4 years. I have watched this fandom rally around each of the guys in moments of despair in moments of joy and love and frustration. I have watched this band give back everything they have to this fandom & then some. I have seen friendships develop because of this band, my own friendship with my best friend which I wouldn’t trade for the world. I have found love thanks to this band and I know well each and every one of you have in some ways found those same things. I understand that liams promo has been something else which is the number one reason it should appear as shady af to all of you instead of bashing him your support was more needed than ever. You have rallied for each of the guys getting them chart numbers and mass love and appreciation and yet when Liam needed you the most you failed. I get you may not agree with everything that’s been said but if you truly stop and look, take your blinders off, step away from Larry, babygate 1.0, and every other thing that has you blinded to just how fucked up Liams situation is, you’d see just that. It’s fucked up. Nothing about his promo has been normal. Debut singles are promoted for that, not promo for his personal life and stunts. You have all given so much to this band and they in return, Liam especially, whether you choose to admit that or not. He needed you all this week the way you were there for Harry’s, Nialls & Louis with Steve, he needed you to give back to him the way he has for years. He needed your support and love to achieve something he’s DREAMT of his entire life and you let him down. So so many of you. My heart utterly breaks for him because you’ve fallen to exactly what this promo was. I hope you’re all happy with yourselves. Regardless of whether you love the song or not he’s part of one d and has over and over made that clear to you, you could’ve at least not voted against him in every poll you saw. The other boys all had their moments, they all deserved it & so did Liam. Thank you for truly showing me what so many of you are made of and who you are, I’ve truly never been so disappointed.
Finally got over my fear of making huge cash deposits at the bank through a teller. I hated taking up time separating my cash at the ATM because I thought it was super sketchy. First time I went to a teller to deposit my ~*hoe earnings*~, I had a young woman helping me and she gave me the dirtiest fucking look when I handed her a stack of 20′s. Now I just don’t give a fuck. Yeah I fucked for this, now give me my receipt with my balance and go about your fucking business.
A/N: I’ve decided to jump on the train and write these small drabbles based on various prompts as a way to take a break from my super long fics and have a different creative outlet. ALSO, highkey based on the song Small Bump by Ed Sheeran.
Delete your SA and get on tinder or freestyling asap
So since I get bombarded with sugar daddy offers at work (haven’t gone through with anything yet except a few very high paying dinner dates) I thought I’d reactivate my SA account just to see what’s become of the bowl since I deleted mine a year ago. My GOD I deactivated again within 6 hours. These men are getting more and more ridiculous and infinitely more cheap. I understand if some of yall need to do what you gotta do, but I’m fucking shocked that the current market price in my city seems to be $400 a meet. It’s so insulting now that I’m a stripper and making $400 just to talk to guys and give air dances is a subpar night for me. A guy from my club gave me $700 to go to dinner with him just in the hopes of impressing me. God I swear 95% of the men on here do not have what it takes to be a sugar daddy. The real whales wouldn’t waste their time on a site like this. I’ve realized I can’t stand these environments where men think they have the upper hand. Stripping has showed me how valuable my time is like nothing else can. Honestly if you just danced for like a week in that amount of time you could find a real sugar daddy with real money and a real desire to shower you with it.
Your number 1 priority isn’t to make money; it should always be your safety. What good is that $1200 offer to do bareback if you contract HIV?
Don’t gamble with your safety.
•Always have someone checking up on you at EVERY meeting, knowing exactly where you’re suppose to be.
•Showing up early to new client’s location to scope and observe.
•NEVER, EVER doing bare service. Keep in mind, why would you trust somebody who wants to do bare with a service provider they’re aware could be seeing hundreds of other clients? Chances are they probably already have something so they’re not scared.
•SCREENING. Never meet anybody until they have passed your screening standards.
Ladies, it takes ONE careless mistake for ONE psycho/asshole to end your life or infect you with a TERMINAL illness. Stay smart.