Ara had always been fascinated by the high-end life. Walking into the fanciest clubs in her pricey heels, with a pricier bag in hand.
It felt like a faraway dream for Ara, who had grown up steeped in the hustle culture. Climb her way to the top. For her, that was how life was supposed to happen. Things changed during sophomore year in college.
When I started my second year, a sibling started college too. My allowance got smaller. That was when she met her first sugar daddy in While other young women leaned on sugar daddy dating sites, Ara had most of her clients referred to her by a close friend living in Japan. I was overwhelmed. Dating Ara came with a price tag. Her services cost an average of P10, to P20, per week β nearly twice the monthly minimum wage for workers in Metro Manila β but the overall rates still depended on a written agreement she signed with a prospect.
The highest payment she received was P60, per month. This was apart from allowances she spent mostly on shopping. There were also gifts lavished upon her in the form of luxury clothes, bags, trips, and mobile phones. With the money came the lifestyle she grew to love.
She made enough that she would even regularly treat her friends at school to buffet dinners and hotel parties. Some would wonder how she could afford her glamorous lifestyle, but Ara never admitted to being a sugar baby. One of her previous clients confessed to being lonely despite his success.
