His Tinder profile said he was 45, but he looked to be in his early thirties at most. Looking for a sugar baby. $700 weekly. No sex. It sounded too good to be true, but, as a broke university student, I was willing to take my chances. I swiped right, and Tinder let me know it was a match. His message came seconds later. Hey, there sweetheart :) I cringed at that word, I hated it, but seven hundred dollars was seven hundred dollars, so I sucked it up and replied. Hey ;) His name was Jack, and he told me he owned his own business, although he never specified what kind of business it was. We talked for a while before he asked me for my Venmo to send me the first payment. After a few minutes, I got the notification. I stared at the $700 for at least twenty minutes, expecting to wake up from a dream at any second. But it wasn’t a dream. You still there? I clicked on the message. ...
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