Illegal ( Drug Lords, Mafias etc,Majorie Harvey notoriously dated two drug dealers before marrying Steve-
I ain’t encouraging nothin )
Types of ladies
Models/ Actresses/Beauty queens/Presenters
Lingerie, print or runway models(or women who look like them) can often be the desire of wealthy men. There’s something inherently ego-boosting to some about people able to say they’ve dated a woman in a magazine or on TV! Almost as if they’ve captured a rare pokemon or something. I guess it is how some girls get delighted when they say “I’m dating a whale”. Business women
I love the phrase “business women” because it is such a multifaceted term. Anyone can be one whether you are a makeup artist to the stars or venture capitalists. Business women are able to attend exclusive events and conferences!
Society women/ IT girls
Women in the right circles who are able to enter into exclusive events, galas, resorts, leisure activities, country clubs and elite parties.
The Evelyn Lozada types, who have made a career out of hustling & gold digging. They could also be society women depending on their social stature. They sometimes accompany one type of guy in a single industry for instance only athletes or mostly men in oil.
Knowing that you’re working towards something is important to some daddies.
Ladies who have made it their business to be at all the hot spots at all times. They are in Ibiza during the summer, London during the fall and St Barth’s for Christmas. They are always in the baddest clubs & high class venues.
Career women whether they be air hostesses,strippers or junior analysts can often encounter potential.
Places to meet
We all know about SA, Sugardaddie, Tinder & Luxe
This is probably the fastest way to meet daddies, whether it is efficient, it depends on the ladies in question. I love the online method because of the simplicity, you aren’t having to pay $30 admission fee to go to a gallery to get your hustle on!
Social media can be a good option if you’re smart and saavy. Instagram & snapchat has become a revolutionary way to meet people you otherwise could not!
Bars and Restaurants
Most cities have places of recreating designated for wealthy crowds. In some bars, it is impossible to not see someone famous or excruciatingly wealthy.
Escorting/ Sex work
A handful of wealthy men use our services.
We all know about "going to Dubai”. The old age way of securing a Middle Eastern daddy or wealthy clients. Lagos, LA & the French Riviera are places where women congregate to find the daddies of all daddies!
Working where these men work or working for them can be a dangerous game. But makes sense logically because many whales are workaholics!
I used to feel such places where the haunt of new money rich kids & it is. But everyone wants to shake it down everynow & again so clubs are a fun option especially if you’re a regular.
Galleries, Museums & auctions
Wealthy people congregate these places like a church!
This is the haunt of executives & business men.
Charity balls & galas
Another place where you are guaranteed to find wealthy men.
everything from Country Clubs to Yacht Clubs or Hobby Clubs or art clubs”
“sailing, horseback riding, snow-skiing, tennis, and golf”are often associated with wealthy people. You do not have to play, you can merely attend.
White Tie & Black Tie events
The best tickets are usually boxes, center orchestra, and grand tier—for opening nights, only—if you want to mix and mingle among the Rich. The Rich want to see the first performance. It is new and fresh. That is also when the critics will be there, as well as any social photographers for the media society photographs
- Ginie Sayles
* This is all very simplistic, but it makes it so much easier to delve into the psyche of our targets. See Meet the Rich by Gine Sayles for more :)
“For example, tech savy dude: loves math and computers, he’s an engineer. I start by breaking down the personality, ex: he likes math solving a problem makes him tick. So i play mysterious and in control.
“ - Vanitythynameiswoman
Authors note: Greek mythology seventeen au hell yeah! Based loosely
on the Hades-Persephone myth.
Summary: who would’ve thought Persephone would’ve fallen for
someone from the underworld?
word count: 9k
“Seriously, you nymph! Stay still” you teased Hoshi as he
fidgeted with his bow and arrow of hearts. You were trying to fix his hair how
his mother liked it like she had asked of you. There was to be a banquet later,
and everyone needed to look their best.
Peter choked on his milk, the dark chocolate liquid escaping the sides of his mouth as you jumped and patted his back.
“W-What?” His eyebrow twitched. “What are you talking about Y/N? Of course I’m not Spiderman.”
“Just a question,” You shrugged, returning to your lunch. Peter continued to stare so you rolled your eyes and relented.
“I’ve been asking everyone all day just for fun,” You grinned, chuckling softly. “And so far your reaction has been the best.” You cocked an eyebrow, leaning into his personal space and smiling mischievously. “Unless…you really are Spiderman?”
Peter rolled his eyes and shoved you away by your shoulder while you laughed. “Oh shut up, Y/N.”
When you weren’t looking Peter turned away slightly and clutched his chest with a hilarious look of relief. So you had been joking. Thank God.
A hand clasped down on Peter’s shoulder from behind just after his spider senses tingled.
Peter jumped and spun around so fast it was a blur. You collapsed into gasping laughter, shaking your head.
“You look like you were caught on a prank show or something!!” You accused while trying to get a hold of yourself. You cleared your throat and looked dead forward and spoke with a husky tone. “And Peter Parker has just been pranked! Join us next week Monday at our special - celebrity pranks!”
Peter snorted at your attempt at a male spokesperson while you wiggled your eyebrows and walked forward.
“That was horrible,” Peter exaggerated, walking along side with you. Then he stopped and looked you in the eyes. “But seriously, you should stop calling me that. People might get the wrong idea.”
You blinked then scoffed. “Right. No one would think that. Like you could be Spiderman.”
Peter paused, a little offended and hurt. “What? You think I couldn’t be?”
Confused at his tone, you looked at him to see his put off expression.
“Oh!” You said in realization at what he thought you meant. “No, no I didn’t mean it like that.” At Peter’s expectant look you continued. “It’s just that if you were Spiderman, there’s no way you wouldn’t have told me. I mean we are best friends.”
You jabbed him in the shoulder, too busy laughing to see the flicker of guilt that passed on his face.
He bit his lip then chuckled when you brought your eyes to meet his again, ruffling your hair. “W-well you’ve got me there.”
Over the next couple of days you couldn’t figure out what was wrong with Peter.
He wouldn’t even speak to you that much in class anymore, staring out the window dazedly. Everywhere he went he was unnaturally silent, looking as if he were in deep contemplation.
He was avoiding you, no matter the excuses he made you knew he was lying. You could always tell.
You thought about this as you walked on the sidewalk from your friend’s house, coming to the conclusion that you would straight out ask him why he was avoiding you the next time you saw him. You would take no crap.
“You know, you can talk to me if something’s bothering you,” You practiced out loud, making a sympathetic face. Then you exhaled and slumped, steadily walking again. “Too subtle,” You mumbled, lifting your head to stare at the bright moon illuminating the star filled night.
“So…are you okay?…” You fiddled with your fingers then face-palmed. “Ugh no.”
You breathed in deeply then stopped, planting your right foot into the ground slightly in front your left and pointing forward dramatically. “What’s wrong with you?!”
"That one was just a tad bit forward,” A voice came from right behind you and you squeaked, turning around with your fists raised in a defensive position.
“Whoa, whoa,” The figure donned in red dropped from the light-post he had been hanging down from. He raised his hands in surrender. “Just giving my advice.”
You eyed Spiderman cautiously, lowering your fists and shifting uncertainly. “Well thank you uh…Spiderman.”
On the inside you were actually chaining your inner fangirl to the floor. THE REAL SPIDERMAN WAS TALKING TO YOU!! DNDKSNWNELDJGHTVEN!!!
“No problem, just doing my patrol,” He shrugged. You raised an eyebrow, knowing he just lied but ignored it. “What’s a young girl like yourself doing all alone at this time of night?”
You glared a bit, shifting your stance and crossing your arms below your chest. “I can take care of myself thank you very much.”
You must have been hearing things as you thought you heard him snicker fondly under his breath.
For some reason the action reminded you of Peter and you were reminded of your predicament.
“Well then I bid you adieu,” Spiderman saluted playfully to you.
He was about to leave when you stopped him, an arm shooting out and grabbing his arm. You furrowed your eyebrows and fidgeted. Spiderman was a guy right…?
“Yes?” Spiderman asked slowly and you realized you still had custody of his arm. You retreated your hand hastily.
“Hey…I know you don’t know me and all but can I ask you something?” You stuttered, clearing your throat. “I need a little more advice on something that’s been bothering me.” Spiderman chuckled and stepped closer to you.
“Sure,” He said and for some reason you imagined a smirk behind his mask. “But first you have to give me a little favor.”
“Wha-” You started but before you knew it his arm was wrapping around your waist and you were flying through the air.
The next second you were screaming, eyes clenched shut and your arms clinging to him like your life depended on it - well it kinda did.
The feeling of your stomach dropping to the floor like in a roller coaster was similar to what you were feeling now, only now was much worse. There was no safe chair to be bolted in and the reassurance of tested technology. Instead it was just your body being flown and jerked over 100 feet in the air, Spiderman swinging from building to building.
“Hey, hey!” You could barely hear his voice over your shrieking but when you did it sounded reassuring and a bit hyped with energy. “Open your eyes!”
“Are you crazy?!” Your brain managed to form thought, and as he took another sudden drop you cringed. You felt unbelievably scared and your throat was growing hoarse, your heart pounding in your ears.
“It’s okay,” His voice was softer this time, closer to your ear and his hand wrapping tighter around your waist. If you weren’t currently fearful for your life you would slap the stranger for touching you so intimately. “I won’t let you fall. Just open your eyes.”
For some reason his words sounded genuine and flooded you with a sense of familiar trust. You reluctantly opened your eyes only to squint at the air rushing past you and hitting your face. The streets were far below you as he swung from the tallest buildings, the area lit up with the colorful artificial light from lampposts and restaurants.
The moon was shining brightly in the sky above, so full and so close you felt like you could touch it with your fingertips. Spiderman dived again and your heart jarred once more but you were getting used to it, the adrenaline pouring through your system making the world so much more clear. Your eyes widened as you realized what you were experiencing.
Spiderman looked slightly back at you only to hear you scream - but this time in delight.
“Enjoying yourself?” He chuckled. The sense of panic still lingered but now you were laughing, your grip on him loosening. You grinned, even daring to let loose one arm and leave it trailing through the air.
Spiderman seemed to bask in your glee and took another brave lunge towards the ground before swinging up just in time for you two not to go splat. You laughed loudly, clinging to him and letting your h/l hair flow behind you.
“Can you see your house from here?!” He asked over the wind and you paused to actually look. You nodded, pointing to your home in the close distance.
“Over there!” You said.
“Alright, hold on!” He shouted, glee overtaking his voice. “WOOHOO!”
If there were any citizens walking in the streets that night, all they would hear would be the delighted screams of a girl and the cheers of a male, their voices echoing together as they swung among-st the rooftops.
You wheezed as Spiderman let you off at your front door, face flushed and the feeling of the ground beneath your feet strange.
Phantom sensations of your stomach plummeting and the air stinging your skin still crawled over you and you couldn’t suppress the grin that lifted your lips.
“That was…that was…” You started breathlessly, staring at Spiderman who didn’t looked to be ruffled in the least.
“Amazing? Crazy? Awesome?” He asked smugly.
“…wow,” You finished lamely. He laughed and shook his head.
“Of course you would say that,” He smiled to himself. Before you could question him he continued. “What did you want to ask me now?”
“Well you see..there’s this guy,” You started, tucking your hair behind your ear.
Behind the mask Peter’s smile dropped.
“A…guy?” He asked, trying not to sound jealous.
Your eyebrows shot up. “Oh not like that! Well…a little like that but that’s not the point.” You had to admit to yourself that you had a crush on Peter. A severe one actually but this guy didn’t need to know that.
For a second you paused and wondered why you were confiding in a complete stranger before shrugging it off. He did fly you over the city and take you home. Least you could do was trust him.
“He’s been acting a little weird recently and kinda ignoring me. Plus I kinda like him and that just makes it worse,” You rubbed your arm. “Sorry to ask but you ARE a guy…what do you think I should do?”
Spiderman stared at you for a while - well you assumed he was staring as he didn’t move for a bit - before answering you.
“Well to me this guy sounds like a complete douchebag,” He started. “But if you’re close with him you shouldn’t be scared to ask him what’s wrong. I’m sure he’ll understand and might not even know you had felt that way.”
Peter was tempted to tell you to ditch the guy - you shouldn’t be that upset over anyone except for hi- but his morals overcame and he found himself sprouting his thoughts.
You smiled, a fiery determination aura practically lighting around you. “You’re right! Hey you think I could practice on you?”
He shrugged and you walked up to him. You cleared your throat and took in a deep breath that burned your chest before slowly letting it out.
“Hey Peter,” You started, not noticing Spiderman tense in shock. “You’ve been distant these past few days and I was wondering if I said or did something wrong?”
You paused to let Spiderman assess that beginning only to hear complete silence. Spiderman was standing stiff in surprise and you freaked out. “What?! Was that bad?! That sounded stupid didn’t it-”
Peter tuned out your rambling as he mentally punched himself in the face. He didn’t even notice he had been avoiding you. Over the past week he had been caught up in his thoughts about his secret concerning you and his guilt. I mean yeah, sometimes he didn’t want to face you and occasionally he walked past you in the hallway and that one time he-
He was an idiot.
Peter looked around at the area, spotting a few security cameras nearby and frowning. That wouldn’t work with what he was planning to do.
He cut off your chatter by scooping you up and swinging into your room through the window he knew you always left open.
“What was that for-?”
“I’m sorry,” Spiderman said, closing the window and spinning around. “I’m sorry. You haven’t said anything wrong. I’m an idiot for not realizing it sooner. I’m so sorry Y/N.”
You backed away, a bit scared he knew your name, the words he was saying not quite registering yet.
Then Peter took off the mask, his brown locks spilling out messily as he quickly crossed the room to you.
“Peter?!” Shock, betrayal, embarrassment at everything you’d confided in him, love and fear all mixed together and overwhelmed your senses.
Then you were in his arms, your face smushed suddenly against his chest.
“I’m so sorry Y/N,” He repeated, hugging you tighter. You could smell the faint lingering off the cologne he had on earlier as well as a musky cinnamon scent that was just…him.
You shook harder, everything starting to make sense. “Peter, you’re…” Giving up, you let your head fall limply on his chest.
“I guess that’s why you were so jumpy when I asked you those questions,” You gave a short laugh of exhaustion but was still in a state of shock.
Peter chuckled, bringing you out of his chest so he could see your face. “Yeah. I’ve just been stressing out about not telling you. I’m sorry I’ve been such an idiot Y/N.”
You hummed. “Yeah, you were.”
Peter pouted and you giggled.
“Apology accepted, dork,” You shoved his shoulder softly.
“You know I would never hurt you,” Peter softly caressed your head and you melted into the feeling.
There was a silence in which Peter smiled gently before it turned mischievous. “So Y/N~ What was that earlier about you having a crush on me?”
You went rigid, going to escape his grasp but he only tightened the hug once again. You tried to pull away his arms but failed utterly, your hands feeling the rock hard lean muscles under his skin through the suit.
WHA-When did Peter get this strong?!!
“Let go of me!” You sputtered, so embarrassed you wanted to go crawl in a hole.
Peter laughed and you shut your eyes tightly, wishing this wasn’t happening.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You ended up denying. Peter only laughed louder.
“No, You don’t know what you’re talking about,” He calmed slightly. “I bet you don’t have a clue how happy that made me. I’ve liked you for a very long time now Y/N.”
You were surprised to see a red tint on his cheeks and your fingers clenched.
“You’re joking,” You choked, not believing him. He raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe I should prove it then.”
The words made your mouth dry and temporarily paused your breathing process. Any light mood between you and him was now completely gone, swallowed up by the now intense atmosphere.
Peter bent closer into your personal space and slowly brought his palms up to cup your cheeks. You couldn’t control the way you were shaking in anticipation and fear.
Peter’s gaze drifted from your eyes to your lips then back up again. You licked your lips reflexively which drew his attention back there.
“Can I kiss you?” His voice was hoarse with want and restraint. You weren’t just some girl he had a crush on and wanted to kiss. You were much more than that. You were also his best friend, the one he spent everyday with and the one who he trusted with everything. The one he cried with and laughed with and was there to comfort him during his Uncle’s death. You had earned his respect and he had earned yours.
You wanted to cry.
“Yes,” You whispered and the word had just left your lips when he closed the space between your mouths.
Your eyes fluttered close and your arms raised to bring him closer. His warmth encircled you and his mouth moved with yours - at first gently then more desperate as the kiss slowly grew more passionate.
You leaned your head back and got lost in the unfamiliar pleasure of the kiss, unaware when your back hit the wall.
Peter broke apart from you only to attack your lips at a different angle. His left hand left your cheek to slip down your neck and rest on the back of your nape.
You let out a shaky sigh as chills swept up your spine. You couldn’t believe this was happening and you pushed yourself closer, not wanting it to end. Your bodies were mushed together so that there was no space between the two of you and your hands couldn’t stay still.
“Peter,” You gasped into the kiss as he invaded your mouth. You shuddered and reciprocated as best as you could, threading your fingers through his hair.
Soon enough you grew lightheaded and pushed gently on his chest to let him know you needed air.
He immediately separated from you, though reluctantly, and watched your disheveled, panting form in admiration. You took a minute to catch your breath before speaking.
“That was-” You started.
“Wow?” He finished, teasing. You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder your signature shove.
“Shut up, I didn’t know that was you,” You intertwined your fingers with his and laid your head against the wall.
“My parents are gonna kill me,” You smiled.
Peter shrugged. “Should I buy something nice for the funeral?”
“You won’t be saying that when my dad hunts you down.”
Peter’s face was so hilarious it made you start to almost cry in your laughter.
“What? Little Spiderman’s scared of my dad?” You covered your mouth in surprise before breaking into giggles again. Peter flicked your forehead, acting annoyed but you both knew the two of you were extremely happy.
*He fed me. He bought all food, cooked all meals, washed all dishes.
*He dressed me in the morning, undressed me at night, and took my laundry to the cleaners along with his. One evening, while taking off my shoes, he decided they needed resoling and took them to the shoemaker the next day.
*He read to me endlessly: newspapers, magazines, murder mysteries, Katherine Mansfield short stories, and my own files when I brought them home to catch up on work.
*Every three days he washed my hair. He dried it with my hand dryer and was clumsy at it only the first two times. One day he bought an outrageously expensive Kent of London hairbrush and beat me with it that evening. Its bruises persisted beyond all others. But every night he used it to brush my hair. Neither before nor since has my hair been brushed so thoroughly, for such long periods at a time, so lovingly. It shone.
*He bought tampons for me and inserted and extricated them. When I was dumbfounded the first time he said, “I eat you while you’re menstruating and we both like that. There’s no difference.”
*He ran my bath every night, experimenting with different gels, crystals, and oils, taking an adolescent girls delight in buying great varieties of bath products for me, while sticking steadfastly to a routine of showers, ivory soap, and Prell Concentrate for himself. I never stopped to contemplate what his cleaning woman thought of the whip lying on the kitchen counter, of the handcuffs dangling from the dining room doorknob, of the snakes’ heap of narrow, silvery chains cooled in the corner of the bedroom. I did idly wonder what she thought of this sudden proliferation of jars and bottles, nine barely used shampoos crowding the medicine chest, eleven different bath salts lined up on the edge of the tub.
*Every night he took my makeup off. If I live to be a hundred, I won’t forget how it felt to sit in an armchair, my eyes closed, my head thrown back, while the gentle pressure of a cotton ball soaked in lotion moved across my forehead, over my cheeks, lingering on my eyelids…
WHAT I DID:
Elizabeth McNeill, Nine and A Half Weeks: A Memoir of A Love Affair
“I must say, I find that girl utterly delightful. Flat as a board, enormous birthmark the shape of Mexico over half her face, sweating for hours on end in that sweltering kitchen, while Mendl, genius though he is, looms over her like a hulking gorilla. Yet without question, without fail, always and invariably, she’s exceedingly lovely.”
alright, so one morning I go to my campus’s main library to study, no one is really there & there is no line so I go to get a coffee. It’s a good coffee place and I’ve been going there since freshman year.
There’s also this delightful butch girl that has this short brown curly mohawk and tattoos and she’s really cute and laughs a lot with her coworkers. But again, I’ve been going there since freshman year, so you’d think I’d get used to her and the radiance of her coffee scent. Wrong. Wrong, wrong.
Anyway, that morning I go to get my coffee thermos filled up and they had a new system: a credit card thing that lets you tip. So I’m paying and the ‘you can tip’ thing lights up and I get a bit flustered, it was only a coffee refill…and yet.
‘this is a really cool thermos.’ She says to my $25 thermos because it is and she smiles, smiles. I was customizing the tip at the time and obvs wasn’t looking at my goddamn hands. I hit an extra zero.
Anyway, instead of tippng .50 cents for a coffee refill I tipped 5 dollars, hit send and became so embarrassed I ran away. Five dollars, that’s like a 150%.
The punchline is that coffee shop AUs are a LIE and being gay is a lot of TROUBLE lmao.