My Sugar Mama Flew Me First Class to Shanghai So We Could Have Sex Without Her Husband

Turns out, you can get paid to go on vacay.

- GG SAUVAGE

What do you do when the wife in the married couple you're sugar dating asks if you'll accompany her on an allexpenses-paid trip to the other side of the world? You say, "Fuck yes!" then scramble to make up a lie to tell your very religious family (in my case, "I'm this woman's personal assistant and she needs me in China for clitoral-I mean, clerical-support"). Next, you work out your fee for the trip (I charged $1,000 on top of my $5,000 monthly rate) and pack your bag full of vibrators.

Hannah* was a gorgeous strawberry-blonde in her late 40s married to her high school sweetheart Brian*, with whom she ran a successful business. I was a hot, broke writer half their age and totally new to living out my sex-work fantasies. We met on the luxury dating site Seeking and struck up a fabulous arrangement that left my bank account healthy for the first time in my life: She and I took yoga classes together a few times a week, and occasionally the three of us hooked up.

It wasn't long, though, before Hannah and I craved some woman-to-woman sexploration. But everywhere we turned, there was Brian with his big, beautiful cock ready to join in. The Shanghai trip was Hannah's clandestine solution-she had to go for a business convention...and she could really "use my help" while there.

Brian totally bought it. By 9 a.m. the morning of our departure, we were in the first-class lounge at LAX sipping champagne and eating sushi, just us girls. I was tipsy-excited, daydreaming about being a tourist in two places at once, Shanghai and the Good Life.

But I was also going to be a tourist in a third place: Strictly Sapphic Sexland. When I was younger, I had felt the urge to visit, rolling around with other girls and realizing we could bump into each other in ways that felt very satisfying, even if we didn't understand them as sexual. Yet as an adult, I had made the classic recovering-Catholic move of repressing my sexuality. Until now.