NYC Sugar Daddy: Robert Kahn, Senior VP of W.P. Stewart, a global investment firm in New York City…. Sixteen years old and working in a strip-club as a cocktail waitress you see all types of weirdos. It is there that I met Bob for the first time. He had something that was even weirder about him not bad weird, just odd. His hair was an untamed halo of kinky grey, he was old at least in my teen eyes, he shuffled when he walked and he didn’t look like he had two nickels to rub together. I remember this night he wore a threadbare wool jacket with a handkerchief in the breast pocket, dress pants that had seen better days and mix matched socks. I watched as the other girls swooped down on him like a gang of vultures only to be dismissed with a shake of his grey kinky-haired head. Next thing I know, both of the club’s managers are each whispering in my ears about Bob and how he likes a certain type of girl . It all happened so fast , they were talking at the same time and I’m not sure what was said but suddenly I am being propelled towards his table. I guess the slick sleazy managers knew what they were doing… Bob and I talked as the club shut down around us. He bought me champagne cocktail after champagne cocktail and when it was time to say farewell he discreetly slipped a grand in cash under the table and told me to put it somewhere safe. I put it in my shoe, it made me a couple inches taller on one side. Talk about odd. So naive at the time, I had no idea that I was entering a bizarre world of a multi-millionaire who collected girls much like one would collect stamps or coins, I definitively could not divine the events to come…
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