Wine and fine

”Well well, hello Steven. 6’5, green eyes, luscious full lips, freckles around his nose, a jawline so snatched and with a nice full beard. How thoughtful of him to put a picture with and without facial hair. He’s definitely handsome both ways. Let’s see, I see you wearing a Dior suit. That means you have money. Why are you single? Well not for long. You’re mines.” *swipe right* “look at that we matched! Let the game begin!” As I’m sitting in my studio apartment in pjs wondering how to start up this convo with Steven, I’ll introduce myself to you. I’m Alex. My parents said they chose this name because it could fit a boy or girl. I’m 26 years young and I live alone with my 2 cats. I guess you can say I’m a gold digger? the reason I have this apartment is because I used a man. It’s a long story but I got a 6 month lease and the 6 months are almost up. I need more money. I mean I have a job if you’re wondering, but they don’t pay me enough to be able to afford the luxury lifestyle I love. Which is how I got into this gold digging thing. Haha I’ve seen plenty of movies of people doing this kind of stuff and I always thought it was amazing and I wanted to try it myself! I started small. Let’s talk about my first victim.

When I was 20, l got a job at a gentlemen’s club, as a server. I made sure it was a pricey club at that, because most likely this is where I would meet men with some decent money. Within the 1st two weeks I had a regular come in and chat me up and he would always leave me good tips. Like really good. One day he asked me to meet him outside of work. I knew this would happen. I seem to always attract men and I always know when I’m gonna get hit on, talked to etc. Must be a Scorpio thing. We are naturally magnetic, sensual and mysterious. That’s what intrigues them. He asked me to dinner, and to meet at 8pm the next night at the restaurant down the road. Perfect! It’s my time. I had a lot of drug dealing friends around this time of my life and I asked around for some date rape pills. Or just anything to get the man to get super sleepy and knock out. My friends thought I was crazy but whatever, I don’t need to explain myself.

The day comes and I put on my sexiest dress and heels, with a bright red matte lipstick. The name of it is ruby woo. It was and still is my go to lipstick when I go on these dates. It’s very seductive. Anyways let me keep going, my dress is a tight matte black cocktail dress, a little bit high above the knee. My heels were nude and they had straps that wrapped around the legs. I had a beautiful epoxy resin purse that I made and that could knock somebody out. It was the perfect accessory because I could use it for protection. This man that asked me out, Was a middle aged white man, kind of husky, had round black glasses, his hair was a light brown color, he had white hairs coming out in his beard and he had somewhat big red ears. I bring up the ears because I had read in a book that people with big ears have great fortune in their lifetime. I know it also said in China they believed this and that’s why on most Buddha statues the ears are big. Just a fun fact. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, honestly. I didn’t care though, I’m not here to date him I just wanted his money.

I ubered to the restaurant and when I arrived I walked in and immediately started to scan the room to see if I can find him so I didn’t have to ask the host for the reservation since I didn’t remember his name, then I saw him, sitting in the back by the koi pond they had in here. How fancy. I make my way and I see he ordered some wine already for us, when I got to the table he stood up and greeted me, pulled my chair out for me and everything. In my head I’m thinking “wow this is nice. I can get use to this treatment.” I sat down and the waiter was waiting for us to sit and he poured the wine for us. I saw the bottle, it had a brown bear on it, and said Mojave rain. I guess my date saw me looking at the bottle and said “it’s a merlot wine. One of my favorites too.” I’m personally not a wine fan, I’ve only had a few and they were all nasty. “Oh how interesting, I’ve never had this one im excited to try it.” “I’m so glad you decided to meet me, you’re a beautiful young lady. I want to cheers to you.” *clink* I took a sip, and it took every ounce of me not to gag. This wine was dry and bleh. After I swallowed I just shivered from the taste of it. I’m not a drinker, I’m a smoker. But I had to put up this facade for a little longer.

We were having a good time, we ordered dinner and had more wine. At this point I was getting a little buzzed and it was only our second drink. I didn’t know when I was gonna have the chance to put these drugs in the drink. Once the food came, he stood up and excused himself to go to the men’s room. It’s like the universe heard me! As he walked away, I looked around to see if anyone was looking and I took the pill out of my bra and broke it open and the powder falls into the drink and I see it dissolve. I just swirled the drink a bit to make sure it was all gone. “Now we wait.” I don’t know how fast this stuff works but it has to be quick from what I’ve seen in movies.

He’s back now. We start to eat and he’s taking sips of the wine, I’m just carefully watching him to see if I notice his behavior change. We start eating and chatting about his job, I noticed he finished the drink already, I didn’t even noticed and I started to observe him again. He seemed a little off. Maybe it’s working? “Darling, would you mind if we ended the date a little early? I’m not feeling well. I’d be more than happy to have my driver give you a ride back home.” “Are you okay? do you need anything like water?” He was already calling the waiter for the check and I went ahead and told them to bring a water for him. Oh man I was having a rush! I felt bad! But also excited, and scared. Definitely a mix of emotions. As the waiter gets back, I see my man getting his wallet out, and I just see a wad of cash and he pulled out 2 100 dollar bills, and told the waiter to keep the change. Holy hell. We got up and walked to the front I was holding onto his arm and I cuddled him saying I had a great time and thank you you were such a gentleman. I don’t know if it’s the wine but I was getting a little turned on doing this haha he was stumbling a bit but because I was holding him he wasn’t too crazy.

It’s chilly outside, and I got closer to him and I ended up giving him a kiss. The car pulled up and he opened my door and held my hand while I climbed in, then we leave. I gave the driver my address to go to my place, and then we rode away. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking but I grabbed this mans face and I started to kiss him, the wine had me feeling some type of way I swear. It’s been a while honestly so maybe that’s why, but I wasn’t gonna do anything just getting him a little aroused. I got on top of him and you know he was kissing back, I felt his Johnson for sure. Then, he stopped kissing back and I looked at him and realized he was asleep. “Oh shit.” Then I heard the gps and we were almost to my place so I just felt around his coat and grabbed his wallet, I opened to see a photo and this man was married!! Oh my gosh. Whatever. I grabbed the cash I didn’t even see how much it was, then I put his wallet back. I stuffed the money in my bra and then we arrived to my place.

I told the driver thank you! Also that he had fallen asleep. He just nodded and said have a good night. He drove off and I quickly walked to my door. I get inside and I just immediately took the money out to count it and it was 850 dollars. Who carries this much cash!? Whatever though, it’s 850 I didn’t have and now I do. I was laughing with happiness “holy shit I actually did this.” The feeling was nice and it was a game changer.

I had to quit that job unfortunately because I didn’t want to risk this man coming back and realizing what I did! So I changed up my game. I decided to actually start dating these men. After that first time it only got better and better. I got jobs at places like, private golf clubs, other gentlemen’s club, hung out in the fancy areas. I even found an app where sugar daddies are found and made a profile. Tinder. You name it.

*ding* Steven sent me a direct message. Maybe I’ll quit my game and get this one to marry me.