Brandon: Sure, how about 9:00 in the morning?
Kimberly: Sounds great. If you have a contract I’ll need to sign regarding non-disclosures, please bring it with you. I’ll want to have my lawyer review it before I sign. Also, my minimum allowance is $5,000 a month, and that’s for one visit/date/event each week; if you want me on a more permanent basis, we will need to negotiate the rate.
“Oh, man!” I burst out laughing.
“Wow, she’s got this business down!” Josh said as his hands went behind his head and he leaned back in the chair. “She makes more money than I do some months.”
“Now that is an official sugar baby,” I said.
“Wow, she has no shame, no qualms about asking for what she wants. She’s bold,” he said as he continued to laugh. “Maybe I should ask her out. No, I’m kidding. I can’t afford her.”
“I really don’t have an issue with girls doing that. I mean, you know there are guys out there that have no problem dropping some cash to make sure their date goes smoothly or to have a hot piece of ass on their arm for a charity event. Not really my style, but I don’t have anything against people who do that. Tell her no thank you.”
Brandon: Sorry, I’m not interested in that sort of relationship. Best of luck.
We could see that Kimberly was typing a message and both leaned in to see what her response was going to be. The anticipation was killing me as she typed and then backed out of the message, then started to type again.
Kimberly: I hate to disappoint you, but most of the women on here are looking for an arrangement. Why else would a guy like you be looking to date someone as young as I am?
“Oh, man,” Josh said. “She’s onto you.”
“Me! You’re the one who replied to her. Just say goodbye.”
“Maybe she’s right, Brandon. Maybe that other girl is also looking for an arrangement, but is just more discreet than this girl? The blonde did look really familiar to me.”
“Because you hang around women looking for financial arrangements often?” I joked.
“No, I swear I’ve seen her, but I just can’t place her face.”
Brandon: Have a nice day. Again, best of luck on finding what you’re looking for.
“She did look familiar to me, too. Not super familiar, though; at least I’m sure I’ve never slept with her.”
“Oh, well, at least you’re sure of that.”
Josh clicked on Delilah’s profile again as he scrolled through her photos. I had the feeling she and I had connected somewhere recently, but I just couldn’t remember where or when I had seen her. I also didn’t think I’d actually talked to her, so maybe I had just seen her in passing.
“Where does she work?” I asked.
“It doesn’t say. Was she at that art show we went to the other day?”
“Oh, shit, you know what? I think you’re right. Pull up her hobbies again,” I said.
“Yep, there you go. But, wow, if she was there, why weren’t you talking to her? You did talk to a lot of women that night.”
“Josh, you remember that girl who looked like she was going to murder the guy who grabbed her arm? That was her. I swear it was.”
“Oh, yeah! I see it now. She was hot!”
“See, so she’s not one of these girls who are looking for some sort of financial arrangement,” I replied in a bit of relief. “If she was at the art show, she probably has her own money and was looking to buy a painting herself. Maybe she’s even wealthier than I am.”
I was excited about the idea of going on a date with this girl. Not only would she be a hell of fun in the sack, she seemed to be pretty witty and able to hold a good conversation, too. She was beautiful and might also have money, so we wouldn’t have to worry about that as an issue.
“I hate to break it to you, but I’m even more convinced now that she’s one of these girls who wants to date for money. A party full of rich guys is the perfect place for a sugar baby to get hooked up with someone.”
“What are you talking about?” I protested. “She was at the art show, just like us.”
“Exactly. You were there because you have a bazillion dollars and they wanted you to buy stuff. I was there as your guest,” Josh said.