www.SeekingArrangement.com
Indeed. I tend to try to reach out to different avenues for fun time. Maybe I have too much time on my hands but I bore easily and need to keep my mind and body stimulated or I grow idle and meld in to the paint and furniture.
I discovered this site through a couple of different avenues, not that I didn't know something like this existed, but wanted to hear about the adventures from both sides. A couple of the working ladies told me they've had some experiences being a Sugar Baby and how well it's worked out for them; long term and short term. I'm happy it was a good symbiotic relationship. A friend or two has told me they have had arrangements as Sugar Daddies and it's worked out well for them as well.
When I started interviewing for potential SB's, it was chock full of pain and deceit; funny how we are involved in this lifestyle that is mostly built on fantasy and (sometimes) lies yet, here I am pointing it out as a deficiency during my interviews.... I managed to find a couple of girls who were University and mature age, and upon our first meeting(s), they seemed genuine and needed some help. So I put two on retainer and we had a wonderful time with outing, vacations, good conversations and genuinely, decent companionship. As usual with me, I start to get attached and I found myself in an awkward dilemma of a NSA relationship; so I end the arrangements. OR it's the other way around. Rare, but it has happened.
I receive a couple of messages and views per week of interested ladies from the Sugar Daddy site. I weed through them and drop questions that usually indicate what space they're in and asking them if it's a pay for play, one on one or what they're ideal arrangement is; followed shortly by what they're expected compensation is. I find most of the ladies on this site to be less than truthful....HAHAHAHA, I have to laugh at myself whenever I say that...teehee.
One day, i get a plethora of messages throughout the day from one individual. She has the game down pat. All the right words and phrases. I have to meet this girl just to see the game in play for myself. A late evening meeting is set up. Before that though, she asks "If we get along after this meeting, do you want to come back to my place for a bit of fun?" Pay for play scenario. "Sure, but I have to be comfortable with you". Now this last statement is a bit of a juxtaposition. I see working girls whom i've never met before. Going only on their pics and menus. Most of the agencies I deal with, look after me quite well. I'm known and perhaps not as prolific with some of your guys, but I am not an A-Hole to any of the ladies on their rosters and have had some very nice compliments about my service (lol). So is it the leading emails from initial contact that is the "getting to know each other" stage or selling point? As with agency ads and BP ads, that is the sell point, but we don't have a chance for any "real" conversation with those ladies and or owners or bookers. Food for thought....
I meet "Victora" at a spot in the west end. She says she will be alone and texts me that she's arrived. I'm there within 15 minutes and we sit and chit chat. The interview process begins. Since this isn't my first time at bat, I start off with validating some of the things on her profile. "Easy going, drama free, wants only one gentleman in her life....blah blah blah". For the ladies I visit regularly, they open up to me fairly quickly. I've been told I have a very calming voice and I deal with conflict and risk management on a daily basis for work. I listen, absorb, suggest and help fix things. Pretty soon, this "drama free" vixen is telling me all about her past and present drama. It's when she tells me about her heroine addicted roommate, is when I cut the interview process off and decide this is going no further. Yes, she might only be a roommate, but there is no way that I'm giving a girl who voluntarily told me about her drug addicted past boyfriends, (yes plural) and how her roommate is probably strung out in her room where she wants me to come and have "fun time" under the same roof tonight. She's already spotted my truck and sees $$$$$$. Who knows if she's texting someone at the destination saying "he's driving a xxxxxxxx and we're heading over in the next five minutes...be ready".
If I weren't so street smart, I'd be stupid. Before our meeting, I removed all cash from my person. My only ID that i have with my is my drivers license, bank card and credit card. Wallet is not with me...oh, and it's the CC with the lowest limit
. My dash cam is on and records video (AND audio from inside). I've texted my buddy about my location and who I'm meeting. Hey ladies, does this all sound familiar...?
I can't go on with this much longer and I pay for the food she ordered (the least I could do to get out of this horror story). I offer her a ride home. It's upon arrival that things start to get sketchy. She starts to coo and beg about how she wants to fuck me for $300. I laugh. Maybe not the most polite thing, but I did. It was late and I was tired and I had wasted a couple of hours and needed to get home and get some rest before my day started in 5 hours. She's relentless. Touching me, kissing me.
"I have a condom"
"Of course you do..."
"Come on baby, I have a nice shaved pink pussy that needs to be fucked by you. We can just go in the back seat. Okay whatever, we can do it up front here or let's just go inside, my roommate won't mind"
"Right, it's because she's passed out on H...no thanks, I need to get going"
"How about a blow job then? I really need the money"
Fuck, I'm never gonna get outta this situation. No...yes....no....fuck....
"Fine, I'll give you $100 for a BJ, but it better be good" If it costs me a C note to get rid of her, so be it.
She starts with CBJ - Just to be clear, this isn't a review LOL...but I'm a sick fuck soooo.. Lacklustre at best. Kept stopping, begging for the $300 full service.
"No, just finish up so we can both get on our way"
"Sorry honey, that's it. 100 strokes for 100 bux."
Zip up "Wow...you really are worth the 100. A buck a suck. Just like the dollar store. (Prick mode). Okay, you can leave now."
She's not leaving. Trying to talk me in to coming inside to fuck her. All I can hear now are her screams of rape and me getting the fuck outta Dodge. This is getting no better than picking up a street walker. An argument ensues. No longer is the calm cool voice of reason coming out of me. What's coming out of me is the angry, focused ex bouncer/biker who took shit from no one from 20 years ago.
"If you don't get the FUCK out of my truck NOW, you're gonna be a wet spot on the sidewalk. You exit quietly and calmly. Take the 100 and get the FUCK OUT!". During this calm and focused statement, I'm reaching in to the back seat and fumbling around. I have nothing...trust me LOL. But she doesn't know that. I curve the knuckle of my index finger and I reach around the head rest and I'm pressing it up against the back of her head. She left. Calmly and quietly. I drove away in the same manner. My windows are tinted but I made sure I cracked the passenger window a bit as I was passing by her on the street and made eye contact.
About a block down the road, I go to reach for my phone. I don't see it in my console. FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. I completely gapped that part. I come to a screeching halt and pull a U-ey. Bad feelings are coming over me. She's probably long gone. I'll never see my Note 4 again. I need to get to a phone and cancel the service. Pounding on the centre console in anger at myself for forgetting to always have my belongings secured...fuck me. I get back to her neighborhood and I exit my vehicle and start to scan for her. It's then I see my phone on the seat of my truck. Thankfuckinggod. I did have it secured in my back pocket and must've fell out when I took down my drawers LOL. I kiss my phone and get back in for the drive home.
So what do we take away from all this?
ASSMAN is a dumb fuck? = Confirmed (but only at times.)
Trust your gut? = Confirmed
Never let your dick do the thinking? = Confirmed...but why are we all here...?
All potential Sugar Babies are douche bags? = No. I've had some pretty good arrangements.
Sometimes you just need to be a prick = Confirmed. I don't like it as it brings back bad memories, but I always have it in my back pocket.
I need help? = Confirmed.
Indeed. I tend to try to reach out to different avenues for fun time. Maybe I have too much time on my hands but I bore easily and need to keep my mind and body stimulated or I grow idle and meld in to the paint and furniture.
I discovered this site through a couple of different avenues, not that I didn't know something like this existed, but wanted to hear about the adventures from both sides. A couple of the working ladies told me they've had some experiences being a Sugar Baby and how well it's worked out for them; long term and short term. I'm happy it was a good symbiotic relationship. A friend or two has told me they have had arrangements as Sugar Daddies and it's worked out well for them as well.
When I started interviewing for potential SB's, it was chock full of pain and deceit; funny how we are involved in this lifestyle that is mostly built on fantasy and (sometimes) lies yet, here I am pointing it out as a deficiency during my interviews.... I managed to find a couple of girls who were University and mature age, and upon our first meeting(s), they seemed genuine and needed some help. So I put two on retainer and we had a wonderful time with outing, vacations, good conversations and genuinely, decent companionship. As usual with me, I start to get attached and I found myself in an awkward dilemma of a NSA relationship; so I end the arrangements. OR it's the other way around. Rare, but it has happened.
I receive a couple of messages and views per week of interested ladies from the Sugar Daddy site. I weed through them and drop questions that usually indicate what space they're in and asking them if it's a pay for play, one on one or what they're ideal arrangement is; followed shortly by what they're expected compensation is. I find most of the ladies on this site to be less than truthful....HAHAHAHA, I have to laugh at myself whenever I say that...teehee.
One day, i get a plethora of messages throughout the day from one individual. She has the game down pat. All the right words and phrases. I have to meet this girl just to see the game in play for myself. A late evening meeting is set up. Before that though, she asks "If we get along after this meeting, do you want to come back to my place for a bit of fun?" Pay for play scenario. "Sure, but I have to be comfortable with you". Now this last statement is a bit of a juxtaposition. I see working girls whom i've never met before. Going only on their pics and menus. Most of the agencies I deal with, look after me quite well. I'm known and perhaps not as prolific with some of your guys, but I am not an A-Hole to any of the ladies on their rosters and have had some very nice compliments about my service (lol). So is it the leading emails from initial contact that is the "getting to know each other" stage or selling point? As with agency ads and BP ads, that is the sell point, but we don't have a chance for any "real" conversation with those ladies and or owners or bookers. Food for thought....
I meet "Victora" at a spot in the west end. She says she will be alone and texts me that she's arrived. I'm there within 15 minutes and we sit and chit chat. The interview process begins. Since this isn't my first time at bat, I start off with validating some of the things on her profile. "Easy going, drama free, wants only one gentleman in her life....blah blah blah". For the ladies I visit regularly, they open up to me fairly quickly. I've been told I have a very calming voice and I deal with conflict and risk management on a daily basis for work. I listen, absorb, suggest and help fix things. Pretty soon, this "drama free" vixen is telling me all about her past and present drama. It's when she tells me about her heroine addicted roommate, is when I cut the interview process off and decide this is going no further. Yes, she might only be a roommate, but there is no way that I'm giving a girl who voluntarily told me about her drug addicted past boyfriends, (yes plural) and how her roommate is probably strung out in her room where she wants me to come and have "fun time" under the same roof tonight. She's already spotted my truck and sees $$$$$$. Who knows if she's texting someone at the destination saying "he's driving a xxxxxxxx and we're heading over in the next five minutes...be ready".
If I weren't so street smart, I'd be stupid. Before our meeting, I removed all cash from my person. My only ID that i have with my is my drivers license, bank card and credit card. Wallet is not with me...oh, and it's the CC with the lowest limit
. My dash cam is on and records video (AND audio from inside). I've texted my buddy about my location and who I'm meeting. Hey ladies, does this all sound familiar...?I can't go on with this much longer and I pay for the food she ordered (the least I could do to get out of this horror story). I offer her a ride home. It's upon arrival that things start to get sketchy. She starts to coo and beg about how she wants to fuck me for $300. I laugh. Maybe not the most polite thing, but I did. It was late and I was tired and I had wasted a couple of hours and needed to get home and get some rest before my day started in 5 hours. She's relentless. Touching me, kissing me.
"I have a condom"
"Of course you do..."
"Come on baby, I have a nice shaved pink pussy that needs to be fucked by you. We can just go in the back seat. Okay whatever, we can do it up front here or let's just go inside, my roommate won't mind"
"Right, it's because she's passed out on H...no thanks, I need to get going"
"How about a blow job then? I really need the money"
Fuck, I'm never gonna get outta this situation. No...yes....no....fuck....
"Fine, I'll give you $100 for a BJ, but it better be good" If it costs me a C note to get rid of her, so be it.
She starts with CBJ - Just to be clear, this isn't a review LOL...but I'm a sick fuck soooo.. Lacklustre at best. Kept stopping, begging for the $300 full service.
"No, just finish up so we can both get on our way"
"Sorry honey, that's it. 100 strokes for 100 bux."
Zip up "Wow...you really are worth the 100. A buck a suck. Just like the dollar store. (Prick mode). Okay, you can leave now."
She's not leaving. Trying to talk me in to coming inside to fuck her. All I can hear now are her screams of rape and me getting the fuck outta Dodge. This is getting no better than picking up a street walker. An argument ensues. No longer is the calm cool voice of reason coming out of me. What's coming out of me is the angry, focused ex bouncer/biker who took shit from no one from 20 years ago.
"If you don't get the FUCK out of my truck NOW, you're gonna be a wet spot on the sidewalk. You exit quietly and calmly. Take the 100 and get the FUCK OUT!". During this calm and focused statement, I'm reaching in to the back seat and fumbling around. I have nothing...trust me LOL. But she doesn't know that. I curve the knuckle of my index finger and I reach around the head rest and I'm pressing it up against the back of her head. She left. Calmly and quietly. I drove away in the same manner. My windows are tinted but I made sure I cracked the passenger window a bit as I was passing by her on the street and made eye contact.
About a block down the road, I go to reach for my phone. I don't see it in my console. FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. I completely gapped that part. I come to a screeching halt and pull a U-ey. Bad feelings are coming over me. She's probably long gone. I'll never see my Note 4 again. I need to get to a phone and cancel the service. Pounding on the centre console in anger at myself for forgetting to always have my belongings secured...fuck me. I get back to her neighborhood and I exit my vehicle and start to scan for her. It's then I see my phone on the seat of my truck. Thankfuckinggod. I did have it secured in my back pocket and must've fell out when I took down my drawers LOL. I kiss my phone and get back in for the drive home.
So what do we take away from all this?
ASSMAN is a dumb fuck? = Confirmed (but only at times.)
Trust your gut? = Confirmed
Never let your dick do the thinking? = Confirmed...but why are we all here...?
All potential Sugar Babies are douche bags? = No. I've had some pretty good arrangements.
Sometimes you just need to be a prick = Confirmed. I don't like it as it brings back bad memories, but I always have it in my back pocket.
I need help? = Confirmed.
