By Mademoiselle C | Published on Aug 23, 2017
The first time I ever heard of the term ‘Sugar Daddy’, I was in college and a friend of mine whom I thought came from pedigree uttered the truth when we finally gathered courage to ask how does she manage to afford a 2-bedroom high rise in the heart of Melbourne CBD.
“Yeah, I have a Sugar Daddy,” she said blatantly.
“My parents met him once when he came to pick me up in his Porsche. They didn’t ask but I think they kind of understood.”
Then she went back to sipping on her pink Möet while we were throwing back pints like most 20 year olds would.
With a name like Jane, she was nowhere plain. Sauntered into lecture during Orientation Week as though the world is her oyster. Rocking her Sass and Bide skinny jeans, an Alexander McQueen flowy top and with her Mac tucked neatly into her Balenciaga Classic City. Everything she has on amounts to my annual rent.
And the thing was, she was nice.
We were paired in a team of 4 – all girls – for a project and that was how we got to know of her luxurious lifestyle.
We also met her Sugar Daddy once.
It was her 21st and we were high rolling at Crown with bottles after bottles of Veuve Clicquot in between shots of Patron when her Sugar Daddy dropped by to pay the bill.
He came over to the table, whispered something in her ear which made her curl up her body like a meek kitten then smile so sweetly and kissed her on the forehead. He looked over to us and nodded then left.
She turned around and told us, “The night is on Daddy.”
At that moment, I almost died in shock.
I hadn’t for once second thought WE would be picking up the cheque. Thank God for her Sugar Daddy!
It was a week after that I took a good hard look at myself and decided that I would like to try to get a Sugar Daddy. I wondered how difficult it would be, so I asked Jane to come over to my tiny place for dinner and a chat.
Back then, we weren’t familiar with any online websites to find Sugar Daddies and calling a number from the walls of a dirty toilet is a definite no-go.
Jane suggested that she recommends me to one of her Sugar Daddy’s friends. I thought about it for 2-minutes and agreed.
Within a month, Jane rung me up and asked me to wear my tightest dress and highest heel and put on some make up – a far cry from my usual daggy sweats and All Stars. We were going to Vue De Monde for dinner with her Sugar Daddy and his mate whose name is Mark. That’s all I was informed of but without a complaint, I got ready to the best of my meagre wardrobe’s ability.
Vue De Monde was one of Australia’s best restaurants located on the 55th floor of Rialto Building. I was super excited!
Jane met me downstairs and I practically skipped towards her.
She looked at me as though I was an impetuous child, straightened my skirt and tidied my hair and mumbled something about should have loaned me a nicer dress then we headed up.
I felt butterflies all over my stomach as I entered the majestic venue. The maître d’ escorted us to our table where Jane’s Sugar Daddy and Mark sat awaiting while sipping on their single malt whiskeys.
To my pleasant surprise, Mark was rather handsome. In his mid-50s, he’s still rather fit and has a full head of silver hair. When he smiles, the sides of his eyes crinkled, making him look very affable and open. He took my hand in his when we were introduced and his huge encompassing hand made me feel comforted. I almost forgot why we were there in the first place.
I allowed Mark to order for me as honestly, the menu frightened me and I didn’t want to mispronounce something and end up looking like a fool. He asked if I had any allergies to which I replied no and he got me this amazing degustation menu where tantalizing and mouth-watering bite-sized meals came one after another.
Bordeaux wine older than myself and Jane combined flowed freely and I was feeling less and less inhibited. I actually started flirting with Mark and of course, he reciprocated.
The night was soon coming to an end.
Mark asked if I would like to continue drinking but at his hotel room. I asked where was he staying, and it was at The Intercontinental at The Rialto itself, so….. I guess why not.
We ordered more champagne when we reached the luxurious Signature Suite and just chatted. Then he stroked my cheek and leaned over for a kiss. Instinctively I drew back! I didn’t expect it and I saw the look of hurt in his face. I felt so bad that I started apologizing profusely.
He said it was fine. He shouldn’t have assumed that it was ok without speaking to me first. And he turned away to walk to the bathroom.
I reached out to him and leaned up and kissed him.
One thing led to another and I have to say, it was the best sex I’ve ever had in my young life. Mark sure knows what to do to a woman’s body which would bring shivers to the knees and sweat trickling down my back. He was slow, gentle and a generous lover.
For someone older, he’s got stamina. After we were done, it was almost 4am and he still wanted to talk but I was ready to fall asleep. That is until I heard the word, ‘allowance’. Jane has advised that we should always discuss our terms of relationship when it comes to Sugaring beforehand but I totally forgot about it.
And now, here he is in all his naked glory, offering to provide me with a monthly allowance of AUD$6,000 till whenever. I jokingly asked if we could have it in contract and he laughed, and told me to trust him.
I can’t pinpoint the reason why but I do trust him and with that being said, I fell into a deep slumber.
I woke up the next morning to him already fully dressed and ready to go. I started fumbling around, getting ready to leave but he told me to not worry. He’s got a flight back to Brisbane in a few hours but the hotel’s paid for the next 2 nights in full and he’s also ordered in breakfast in bed for me. I can stay on and enjoy and he’ll see me next month.
Dumbfounded, I could only mutter a meek thank you. After he left I called Jane and a few friends over to party!
Mark was my first Sugar Daddy and our Sugar Relationship lasted almost a year. Some days, I still reach out to him fondly and he always responses in kind.