What I’m about to tell you happened last night, but it may as well have been adapted from a plot in a trashy teen movie. I’m still confused by it, and I know I haven’t even seen the ending of it yet. To even tell you, I have to implicate myself. Crap! But its such a fucking weird story, I’m happy to out myself, hey, I spread my ass cheeks while guys fucked me on camera, the next part of my story will hardly shock you.
I was having a meeting with a sugar daddy.
Come on, don’t judge. I have to pay the bills somehow, being a retired porn whore doesn’t pay rent mmmkay?
So, id been chatting to this guy for about a week, we were to meet at a hotel in London to discuss the possibility of being one of his sugarbabies.To get more bang for his buck, he wanted to pretend we were his Personal Assistants. We were to be on a wage (a rather average £2000 a month if you were wondering), however, it was still a self employed role (alarm bells much?) and we would be expected to carry out regular office duties for him for 40 hours a week, while also servicing his every other need. Being a sexretery if you will. Slutting up his office after hours. Perfect for me really, I get to pretend I have a real job (who am I joking? Its still a glorified whore-with-a-title role) while acting a few fantasies about being an office hoe.
So we have the meeting. Nothing exciting. Spend maybe 2 hours in this hotel bar drinking, 4 or 5 glasses of Pino Grigio later and the meeting had ended, he offered me the “job”, of course, I said id think about it, and we walked out together to the tube station. We kissed each others cheeks goodbye, and he went one way and I went down the stairs to the tube. Still pretty normal. right?
Now it gets weird.
I have my ipod in, and earmuffs, its around 2 degrees Celsius. cold. on my right I notice a guy step matching me down the stairs. You know that thing people do, where they walk pretty much next to you matching your speed instead of overtaking? Its really weird. Anyways,he taps me on the arms and starts talking.I cant hear a fucking thing. So I rip off my earmuffs and pull my speakers out, confused. Ugh, another tourist asking for directions?
“Sorry mate, I’m not really from round here either” I start to think of the script in my head to respond with.
“hey, I have a really weird question to ask you, its kind of awkward” Huh? Shit. My mind races, does he recognize me as Chloe? surely not?
“Um, fire away” Shit. This is embarrassing.
“That guy, that guy you were with in the hotel? who, um, who was he?” The kid stuttered.
“Uhh um, a friend” I lied
“Why?” Slightly relieved that he hadn’t recognized me, nor was asking for directions to places I don’t know.
“My girlfriend had a meeting with him earlier and I want to know whats going on” Shit!
I started to wish he had instead recognized me from Anal Cavity Search 8. I’m probably the most rubbish liar on the face of the earth. I did try though, sidestepping his questions, never really answering them properly. But I did mention it was a job interview as a PA, totally leaving out the “extras” on off to the boss of course. And the ad was on craigslist. ( Come on, I don’t have a real job, I don’t even know a domain name of a single legitimate job seekers site sober, let alone after 5 wines!) After 10 minutes standing in the tube station talking I broke. Heres a kid standing in front of me asking questions about his girlfriend, a girl I’ve never met or heard of, and I’m lying to him. I was in between a rock and a hard place. On one hand, I could lie. But on the other, he deserves the truth, hell, he’s already thinking she’s up to mischief and went to the effort to stalk me and find out the truth. It was a weird position to be in. I had information that could change their lives forever. Gulp.
“Um, so how long have you and girlfriend been together” I asked.
“4 years”
“Are you engaged, any kids,”
“nah, we don’t even live together” ahhh. OK. So lets save this guy before his whoring girlfriend fucks shit up anyway.
“We need to go to a bar. Somewhere quiet. I’m going to get you a stiff drink and tell you some things, I’ve lied so far, but you need the truth. I’m sorry” I decided to come clean so we headed off to a pub.
A double Jack and coke for him, and another large white wine for me, we needed it. Telling a total stranger his girlfriend was planning to be a glorified whore, is not the easiest of conversations to have.I started to unravel the truth for him.
“so, the site I seen the ad for this PA role uh, it wasn’t on craigslist… It was sugardaddy.com. annnnd, its not just being a personal assistant, we have to provide sexual services to the boss too. Your girlfriend was looking at being a sextretary, sorry” I blubbered. the kids face looked shattered. understandably. I just killed his hopes and dreams with his girlfriend.
We went on the website on my iphone, and I pulled up the sugar daddies profile for him to read for himself.The poor kid was hurting, no doubt about it. But he was taking it rather well, he seemed calm, and collected, considering the news he’d just heard. I’m sure it was just shock. I give him a few days, and he will be a fair bit more emotional.
We chatted for about an hour, and then I had to leave, id told him all that I knew, and there was little left to discuss. We exchanged numbers and I headed home. I was shocked myself, it really was like a scene from a movie. So strange.
The next morning I got a text from him “Did last night really happen … is this really happening?”
Poor kid.
Ill keep you guys updated as i know more 
would you have told the truth to a stranger, or just go on your way?
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