The guy who buys you a new wardrobe.

He drove a brand-new Mustang and wore Chanel sunglasses, short, spiked, dyed blonde hair—Madonna Blonde—and a thick, bull cock. He was aggressive, but we fucked regularly, and he rewarded my skills with new clothes. After he’d take me shopping, the pants would be dropping. This one never paid me, but the clothes were trendy. He said he’d buy me a car and teach me how to drive.