Perhaps you guys can share some wisdom. Bear with me - There's a bit of background info before the question:
Last year, I made a trip to Russia. During my time there, I visited a few strip clubs, which pretty much operate as brothels. More than anything, what blew me away was the incredible GFE. Though I don't speak Russian, I felt like I kind of got to know these women - Super-friendly, non-pushy, stunningly beautiful, pole dancers and topless waitresses. I am smart enough to know that these women would not spend the evening with me if I weren't spending money, but they made it very easy for me to suspend disbelief. You know the old joke about "In politics, if you can fake sincerity, you've got it made?" These girls should run for office.
I spent some "intimate time" with two of the girls. And wow - GFE - We continued to chat for weeks. Short messages, photos, little video snippets. Nothing pornographic. Cute stuff. I realized that this is the opening for some sugar dating.
But of course, on my first attempt at sugar dating, I screwed up. One of the girls shares a hobby with me. (Let's say skiing for the sake of the story). After I got home, I asked her if she'd like to come on a particularly awesome skiing trip with me and we started to make arrangements. She needed me to buy her flights. I bought her flights. She needed money to arrange her visa. I sent money. And suddenly, one day, she stopped responding to my messages and calls.
Fortunately, there was still enough time for me to find another friend to join me on the skiing trip. I got a refund on the flights that I had bought for the Russian girl. My only loss was the money for the visa. I wasn't hurt, so I'm not crying about it. But I did learn the truth that I am a trusting and unworldly person playing a game that I don't understand, with ruthless, scheming, beautiful, Russian strippers. LOLZ.
Fast forward to January this year - I received an unexpected message from the other girl: "Hey remember me? How are you doing? etc ..." This girl is *wow*. My guess is that she was a serious gymnast who didn't quite make the major leagues. When she was performing in the club I realized that every single pole dancer that I had ever seen until then was an amateur. With her funny character, her jolie laide face and her extraordinary, muscular body, she's dream material for me. Oh, and she fucks like a banshee...
So, I have arranged to go to Russia again. We've confirmed dates. She told me to get a local SIM for my phone and send her the number as soon as I arrive. How shall I open the discussion about terms of our sugar relationship? Do I just say "Hey. How much do you charge per hour / day? What shall we do together?"
Ultimately, that's what we need to agree, I guess, but that seems too blunt. I can't shake off the feeling that our relationship is more than a transaction, and yet somehow I know it's just a transaction.