It's a warm night in downtown Los Angeles, and roughly 75 Sugar Babies are bonding over unlimited sushi on the top floor of a highrise. They're decked out in high heels and spandex, but if they are peacocking, it's only for each other; no Sugar Daddies are invited to this annual Los Angeles Sugar Baby Summit. Brook Uricka member of the Sugar Baby site SeekingArrangement's press team, asks the crowd to settle down. She peers through large glasses as she rifles through questions the women have submitted on slips of paper. As Urick pulls them at random, they seem to circle around the same central theme: how do you negotiate financial agreements with Sugar Daddies? Urick seems annoyed by the question itself. They're given giftsshe says bluntly. The women at the Summit seem undeterred.
The thought flashed through my mind at the same time as I watched her walk towards me. My internal monologue was racing at the same time as she walked in my direction. She looked directly into my eyes, smiled, waved, and walked directly over en route for my table. I thought he was joking. And if it did, how the hell have I or the authorities never heard of it? Could there really be an elite sexual underworld going on in every capital across the country where the highest bidder could sleep with and appointment the most attractive women?