Yara's search for a Sugar Daddy
Read Yara's true stories about looking for a Sugar Daddy and maybe help her get by?
Editor’s note: I’m impressed by Yara’s refined way to use her female power. I am sure that I would not be capable of doing it. The last time I tried to use sex to get money, I gave a free blowjob to a man with a micro penis… and to top it off I even swallowed his cum. This would never happen to Yara. She knows how to play it cool. Read the stories of her masterful play (also to be seen on stage in Amsterdam).
DIEDERIK
O How I was in love with Diederik. He was the first sugardaddy I didn’t flirt with pragmatically. He didn’t want to be called a sugardaddy anyway - he believed in equality.
Diederik was tall and blond and, coincidence or not, my masseter botox doctor. He had a classic upper class accent, a wife, and two rosy-cheeked children.
He also owned a second home in South Africa where he had private ayahuasca ceremonies to wash his botox sins away.
The first time I went to the Botox clinic - innocent as I am - I happened to look ridiculously hot. I wasn’t prepared for how charismatic he was, I was used to boring men. So when he examined my face and said, “You absolutely don’t need anything with a face like that,” I felt flattered and reassured.
“Thanksss. Still, maybe just a little here,” I said.
Afterwards, he gave me his private number, in case anything medical came up. As I walked out of the clinic, I sent him a message with a medical question. He replied I should send a photo - for medical reasons.
I asked if he could come hang a painting for me, because I had just moved into a depressing flat, and my relationship had just ended, so who else was going to hang my postmodern painting?
That same evening, he showed up at my door. With a Black & Decker, and a long monologue about how I should use the Black & Decker. And that it was a Black & Decker - not a toy - and that the battery was brand new, and I needed to be careful with the torque setting because THIS IS A BLACK AND DECKER BABY, and it wasn’t meant for concrete.
But Diederik, I can’t do that myself! I’m a pretty, petite angel girl. My net worth is my pretty, petite angel skin and my pretty, petite angel waist. I never had to learn how to use a drill!
So that same night, he hung up the giant painting. Afterwards, he drank herbal tea and smoked a cigarette with me on my carpet because I didn’t have a couch. From that moment on, I see him every time my botox starts to wear off. Sometimes he brings me oysters. Sometimes I sit in the doctor’s chair and casually lie that I had a sex dream about him - just to spice things up.
He always gives me free Botox if I want it.
But I’m not allowed to call him daddy.
PAVLOV
It was a dreary Sunday when I decided to spend my last money at the sauna. While I stood in line for the steam ritual, I got tapped on the shoulder by a fat, bald Russian with a shady-looking face. He asked if he should buy the entire sauna complex for me. I told him I was willing to entertain the idea.
In the sauna restaurant he wanted to order wine. I suggested two mint teas instead.
(I DO NOT DRINK, AS I’VE SAID BEFORE. ALCOHOL LOWERS MY SPIRITUAL FREQUENCY.)
He asked me if I liked stealing. I told him I liked stealing from the self-checkout, because how else am I supposed to afford my expensive taste? I want fresh organic blueberries and fresh wild-caught salmon. He was delighted to hear that I stole.
He started telling me mafia-style stories about his life. Something about taking out whistleblowers, tax evasion and being a board member of an Israeli spy company. He asked if I would rob people too. We fantasized about robbing the entire sauna. I didn’t know if he was joking.
And me? Would you rob me? he asked.
Sure, I said.
Here’s what we’re going to do: you give me your number. I’ll leave my locker open. You take whatever cash you find.
He looked excited.
Sounds like a beautiful plan to me.
I walked over to his locker, which was indeed open, and saw 400 in cash lying there, along with a gold wedding ring belonging to his beloved wife. I took the cash but left the gold wedding ring untouched. I’m a people person after all.
In the car, I googled his name and saw that almost all the wild stories were true. I wondered if I just received blood money, whether I was a bad person, and if he’d kill me someday. But those thoughts quickly vanished - cause 400 euros is just kinda nice
Yara still needs a Dyson Airwrap.
Do you want to help her out?
You can contact Yara Baas @yara_baas on Instagram
Or directly send your money to: NL68 ASNB 8844 8627 78
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