Jennifer was working in a nice cocktail bar in New York to pay her way through Law School when she first fell into the Sugar Baby game. Single, attractive and full of life, Jennifer was working hard at school all day long and then all night long at one of the city’s finest nightspots to try and pay for it. And she was barely making ends meet.
One night, a distinguished-looking gentleman came into the bar, alone, and sat down at the bar where she was working and ordered a martini. Dressed in a sharp, tailor-made business suit, a close shave, manicured hands and wearing a large, gentleman’s Cartier watch, sugar daddy oozed success. Jennifer saw the dollar signs twinkling in his eyes and decided to pay special attention to him.
This guy could be a good tipper.
She was right – in more ways than one! Jennifer served the man several martinis throughout the evening. He was charming, and so was she.
The bar was quiet, so they chatted for a while here and there. He was a financial advisor on Wall Street. He lived in Tribeca and had a holiday home in the Hamptons where he would go for the weekends. He didn’t mention a wife or children. She estimated him as being in his late 40s, maybe early 50s. He wasn’t from New York originally, but from Chicago. Jennifer liked this – Mid-westerners were so much friendlier than New York folk. Towards the end of the night, after Jennifer asked the sugar daddy 4 me name, Peter asked her if she would have dinner with him that week. At this point, Jennifer wasn’t thinking about his money, after all, she had never been involved with a Sugar Daddy before.
Jennifer accepted the man’s offer. She had always had a spot for older men, so she wasn’t discouraged by his age. Also, she had been so short on cash lately that it had been a long time since she had had a nice dinner. After all this hard work, she deserved a treat. They exchanged emails and ‘phone numbers. The next day Peter called her and said how much he had enjoyed meeting her last night. He asked if she was free the following night and agreed to meet at Nobu, one of the city’s nicest restaurants.
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