Dairy of a Call Girl: Intro (Sex and Money)

Sex and money are indisputably powerful. While the first is a tool to some, the latter is a trophy to others and conversely. However, both are tools for gaining control over individuals, bringing them into stark subjection as well as situations and sometimes public perception.

In this game of mine, money is the ultimate price for sex. Its influence on behavioral display cannot be overemphasized, especially the ability to ignite irrationality. This is more prevalent among the female folks, the game players.

I am Arden, and this is my STORY.

As a young lady, money was important to me as oxygen, I couldn’t imagine my life without it. In my opinion, it gave life more meaning. The only medium through which my ever-rising crave for luxury items could be satisfied, because of the self-gratification I derive. Designers Shoes, bags, dresses, jewelry and virtually everything in my crave list. Above all, it afforded me, an opulent lifestyle, accompanied by freedom. The pleasant feeling that comes with going Dutch whenever I was out with the girls and intermittently having to settle their bills comfortably at other times.

Money was my drug, to me, it was like opium. If money actually killed? I’ll gladly die. I was an addict and I never wanted to cease from being its slave.

As a matter of fact, I don’t mean to exaggerate but the mere scent of money will have me sniffing the air like a dog in search of its bone. The phrase “Money is the root of all evil”, never applied to me. To me, that phrase is at best nothing but a distant mirage. I was never bothered by it.

I cannot undermine my craving for luxury which is directly proportional to money. It is as clear as crystal that money and luxury complement each other. Hence, it’s literally impossible to divorce one from the other. I’ll liken it to a flying pig or a cold hell. Sex, being my tool: My secret formula in “Mr. Krab’s voice” from the Nickelodeon animation series: “Spongebob Squarepants”. I loathed being broke. In fact, the mere thought of being without cash makes me feverish, how much more, being broke.

So, it will not come as a shock to know that my first sex was for money. I was offered a huge sum of money by a man who eventually became my first sugar daddy (a regular). He exposed me to the whole game, revealing how my friends made cool cash from being jobless. I did not hesitate to follow suit embracing it like a duck to water.

I have always desired wealth, so when I discovered this business, I said to myself: “This was how big girls got their money or rather, how they’d started”. A fool’s way of thinking, I know, but I had it all figured out, I smirked.

I am not going to soak myself in pity for my actions.

Probably guilt-tripping myself into saying: “Chai, if I had known what I was getting myself into or where I was headed, I would have retraced my steps”. It will amount to self-deceit because I thought about it for long and I even came to terms with where I was headed and the consequences before I started.

It will not be out of place to say that I was what people call “A MATERIALISTIC GIRL”.

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