In this industry things move fast, first thing i was browsing through seeking arrangements and well i guess you could say I’ve moved to the next level. I’m not addicted to drugs, alcohol or sex but i am addicted to money. In fact I’d say my appetite for cold hard cash is almost insatiable, the more i make the more i desire.
My hunger for money exceeds the value most people tend to place on it, no amount could ever be enough to fully satisfy me. I suppose it might not be the money itself I’m hooked on, rather the thrill of the chase in receiving it. This is not a new sensation for me, the only new thing is the way I’m earning it.
I’ve always been fascinated with the sex industry whilst never expecting myself to dabble in it, i’ve enthralled myself in every documentary about prostitution, trophy wives and the sex trade. I’ve read and researched on almost every element of this subverted section of society without a shred of disdain. The funny thing is that the thought of entering it myself never crossed my mind when my love of money, entrepreneurial mindset and carefree attitude towards sex meant that i was perfectly organised to fall into it. And fall into it head first is what I’ve done.
I’m continuing with my first-born, sugaring. Personally i can’t understand the taboo of this activity when apps like Tinder are so main stream and accepted in society. In my mind it’s entirely a beast of the same nature – the only difference is that money changes hands. Sugaring to me is exciting, the thrill of not knowing the person you meet, yet understanding that you must become everything they desire in order to earn your pay. Going home with strange men, keeping secrets from my inner circle and most importantly counting the cold hard cash on the journey home in the back of a taxi. I love the fact that i can browse the sites looking at all the profiles of all the men each purporting to be something different, the sugar daddy with the perfect arrangement, gods gift to women when all i see is dollar signs. At present i have 3 consistent sugar daddies, but i prefer to refer to them as clients. There is seldom difference between me and an escort, except for the important ones such as the fact that i work independently and that every client wants the girlfriend experience.
I love the moment I walk out the door, claiming to be off to another meeting with friends; a concert, a bar or merely their houses when in reality i am off to be dazzled, admired and paid. Of course not every experience is wonderful nor glamorous, but i like to think of myself as a high-class sugar baby. I don’t work for peanuts, i have a short and exclusive list of clients with each i share a level of chemistry. I refuse to beg for money, and why should i have to. I know what I’m worth, and i am only worth men with the right means to treat me how i wish to be treated, i look innocent and appear sweet but i am a business woman down to my core, every transaction is business not pleasure but they’d never know it.Whilst Madison is the name i choose, she can be anything you want her to be for the right price. I am exceptionally good at reading people and situations alike, i can scan rooms and take temperatures in a heart beat and that’s what makes me good at my job.
My newest indulgence into this world is the art of sensual massage. I work with a cluster of girls in the city, operating out of 5 star apartments and catering to the city’s financially elite. Although the company takes a percentage of our earnings the real money is to be made in tips. I thouroughly enjoy this job and it is easy, runs to a tight schedule and reaps huge rewards. I love my body and i figure i may as well be admired, complimented and rewarded whilst i still have it, it’s like heroin for the ego. During these sessions i have clients boast about their high paying jobs, flash their current bank balance in my face and talk down to me like i could only dream. I find this highly gratifying and amusing because when it comes down to it, i earn more in a week than they could ever come close to. It’s my little secret and my little box full of money, and nobody suspects a thing.