part0031

A re you a Sugar Baby or are you an escort? Are you Hoing in the ways laid out in the first half of this book where you have yet to take off your clothes, or are you still living in the dark ages where a man comes to you with cash and hand, fucks you, and you brag that you just got paid. Secret arrangement sites are not Ho Tactics , they’re fancy forums for prostitution. Having some fat guy eat your box in a hotel for tuition money isn’t being a Sugar Baby, you’re pay for play. If the only way you get is to give sexual favors than you’re not using this book right. Any woman that is down with her back against the wall can use these steps to dig herself out in less than a month—fact. However, you must separate real life hustle from internet fantasy. “Girl, I got a friend that pays just to eat dinner with me every two weeks, step your game up.” Basic Bitches love to embellish and make the art of trading sex for money sound fancy by claiming the romantic title of being a Sugar Baby, but few of them are actually sugar babies, they’re escorts or side chicks that must perform for that money or risk being cut off. They use their bodies, not their minds, which goes against the core of this book .

Google the term “sugar baby,” and you’ll see hundreds of hits for “how to be a sugar baby without giving up any sugar. ” Most of you aren’t against being given things by men you don’t like, so why not actually get what he has to give instead of daydreaming as if working these tricks is out of your reach? Because you don’t have the confidence that you can pull it off without crossing a sexual line—but you can! “I’m about to be a stripper,” why does that cross so many minds? Because the art of dancing naked for money, no matter how moral or high class you are, seems like an easy hustle when your education, paycheck, and the broke guy you’re in love with fails you. You don’t have to be in the best shape, you don’t have to know how to dance. All you have to do is smile and rock to a beat, occasionally crawl to the guy tipping the most, and eye fuck him like he has a shot so you can squeeze an extra twenty out. That’s the two fantasies—I should strip, or I need to find a Sugar Daddy . Fuck the fantasy, Ho Tactics is a legit way to earn without having to dance, suck, or get touched. Each one of you can use this book to make more than the strippers that floss trash bags of money online or the fake sugar babies that fail to reveal what they’re really doing for Grandpa millionaire. I don’t care if you currently dance for money or let your former best friend’s dad feel you up for Coachella tickets, there is always time left to reset and revamp your methods and exercise your power over these tricks.

You’re a Goddess, not some wealthy man’s prostitute! This chapter will help any woman that’s ever been disappointed with her bank account balance and thought about going to the dark side. Using examples I’ve gotten since Ho Tactics was first released, I’m going to show you how to be a Sugar Boss without giving up a fraction of what these rookies give up .

Men will pay for company, they will pay for a trophy, they will pay for the energy of youth and excitement that you provide. We’ve established that earlier in the book. The snag some of you may hit will be when a man uses Dick Tactics under the cover of being a Sugar Daddy. He will give you a taste of his money at first, no strings attached because he likes you. He will flatter you. He will behave himself. He will seem like the answer to all your financial problems because he’s showing, not telling you, that he doesn’t mind helping you out just to keep you around him. The second phase of his plan comes after you get your hopes up, and what started out as some guy with money that didn’t mind tricking transforms into a dependency. Allow me to expand by using an example that came to me last year.

Her Hustle: A Young woman living in New Jersey with a toddler needs money to pay for childcare, pay for community college classes, and to survive the cost of living in the Tri-State area. That’s not asking for much right? 20-30k hustle which is nothing for any woman that can get a hold of a New York mark. She begins working in a restaurant as a hostess. The owner, a man 30 years her senior, begins pursuit. Although his wife also works in the restaurant, she sees this as her chance to get paid. She begins to return fire, and it works. She gets cash “tips” in addition to her check for the first few weeks. She comes to me as she doesn’t know how to escalate this to more. I direct her to test his pockets like any Smart Ho would with an emergency need. She goes to him before work with tears asking for 3k to pay off a medical bill that may lead to pay garnishment. He gives her the money, in cash, at the end of her shift. Cha-Ching. I leave her to with a warning, no matter what, don’t fuck him and don’t fall for him . Did she stick to this? Let’s find out …

His Hustle: Men in power, such as restaurant or shop owners, fuck their employees. Not every pretty girl that walks through the doors, but the ones that seem open to it. These men are always married, always older and established, and even if they aren’t the most handsome, being a boss makes them attractive to women in their 20s who have Daddy issues and dreams of being spoiled. This guy most likely fucked the last few hostesses, which is why this would-be Sugar Baby was hired in the first place. Despite my warnings, she fell into the trap of him being nice, him giving money for free, and his game of “My marriage is just something we hold on to for the business and our children ,” aka male game that makes naïve women feel they have a shot at becoming Mrs. Restaurant Owner . Papa Player ended up fucking this young MILF a week after he gave her that three thousand. This led to more tips with her paycheck, more promises that she was different from other women he had affairs with, and of course more and more sex. Suddenly, the hustle of getting money out of a mark turned into her writing me a few months later with, “I think I love him and I know he loves me.” She wanted to know how she could turn this from Ho Tactics to something deeper—predictable Basica response.

Epic Fail: The wife found out, as wives always do, and Ms. New Jersey was laid off until business picked up. She waited by her phone for over a week—nothing. She finally called Papa Player asking to borrow money to pay her rent, and the owner played dumb, asking if she had a family member or boyfriend that could help with this as it wasn’t his responsibility. Once again, she came to me asking what happened, and I quickly went back through the entire story. Everything I said not to do, she did. Even a few weeks before she was laid off she was bragging about how it felt good to be taken care of by her “Sugar Daddy,” and that her friends were jealous. The truth of her story, like many so-called Sugar Babies, is that she was never in control. She was the mark that fell in love with her male ho. She was reduced to a prostitute who was there to please him for a few extra dollars with her check. She ended up being laid off with no money to show for herself, unable to pay her bills and take care of her toddler because she lost control of the hustle and fell for the fantasy.

How She Could Have Won: When sizing up a mark that you work with or work for, you have to let them chase. Take the extra they give without asking, reward them with flirting and the idea that they’re winning you over. Like Ms. New Jersey, always do a trick test where you see if he’s small potatoes or if he’s willing to go big. In her story, the test wasn’t headphones. He was a business owner, so the test was a good chunk of cash that she knew he had to spend—it worked, he gave her the three thousand dollars. The follow up would have been to thank him by letting him get a little closer. Kissing, intimate hugs, words of praise, even some sort of sexting or phone sex would have been smarter than having sex. An old trick with money wants the chase more than the pussy. He doesn’t know this, but all the research I’ve done proves this. The exhilaration of winning you over keeps him spending and doing more. There is one woman that writes to me with TWO authentic Sugar Daddies, she earned more in the first two months of working them than she says her mother made all year as a school principal.

The more you push old tricks away then pull them back in, the more they feel that all they need to do is spend more. The more they spend, the more you buckle. That’s proof that they are winning (in their minds), but you still don’t go all the way. That kind of torture gets men off. Remember, these aren’t young, impatient millennial men that get mad that you didn’t fuck them after buying you AMC popcorn and a large soda, and cut their losses. These are married men, widowed men, divorced men, all lonely or bored and looking to tap into some much-needed excitement. He’s not fucking like a machine anymore, he’s not trying to swing from the chandelier, his joy won’t be your vagina it will be the conquest of your mind, soul, and body. Instead of falling into the trap and becoming his personal whore, you drain him dry. He’ll get pissed, he’ll give you the cold shoulder, then he’ll come back because not too deep down he likes that you’re a tease. Only when he proves that his sponsoring is sustainable and that you are in control do you even entertain the idea of having sex. It should be a strategic move, not something done because you now love him or because you fear he’ll cut you off. A Smart Ho would have milked that restaurant owner, teased him by not wearing panties to work, accidentally rubbed up against his dick at the hostess stand, and had that old trick giving her access to the business credit card. Ms. Jersey couldn’t do that because she wanted a man’s love more than his money. That will always get you outfoxed.

Stripping is acting, it’s a character, it’s not who those women are, but it gets them fast money with little effort. The psychology of Ho Tactics and being an upper echelon Stripper are similar, but they aren’t the same. The women who I’ve given advice to have either kept stripping or they’ve retired after snatching a mark out of the club and milking him dry. The difference between the girls that have to keep dancing and the ones that use it as a springboard for bigger and better things is that one doesn’t comprehend the endearment part of this book. I correspond with so many women that dance these days, and the one thing 90% of them have in common is that they want to rush the process of bonding with a mark. Which of course makes them come off fake and ingenuine. You can be sexy, you can be charismatic, but the earliest chapter told you how important creating a bond was. He may be in a strip club, but he’s not dumb enough to believe you actually like him just because you had breakfast the next morning.

Some people still think Pro Wrestling is on the up and up, and some people think a stripper having a conversation where she reveals her real name and calls him “baby” is real. For the rest of the population, we’re all in on the showbiz aspect. Walking into a strip club is like walking onto a car lot, you know you’re going to be sold—but you’re down to be sold if it’s something you want. When you get two people that are in on the hustle both trying to negotiate while still wearing masks, it’s all about who’s the better bullshitter. Ho Tactics trumps Dick Tactics, but only if used right.

Her Hustle: Cute little blonde from Kentucky who bombarded me with a bunch of pictures to prove that she’s built for Ho Tactics was dancing in a club in Florida. She didn’t have any aspirations for her money, she simply saw the number of men that would come in and spend an insane amount on drinks and dances and wanted her piece of that. There were a handful of men that would come in and ask for her by name, and they would always be generous. Now it was time to take this from the club to real life and get a sponsor who would pay her to breath air and look cute.

Her target was a Middle-Eastern Trick, he was some sort of consultant and would come to town once a month to decompress. He would always invite her out and was very respectful, saying he just wanted to learn more about her, that’s it. After declining a few times, she asked me if it were a good idea. The plan she used was to have breakfast with him the morning he was to fly out. She would wear sweatpants, little makeup, and show him the other side. The conversation would be like any Ho recon, ask him about him, flirt, invade his space. Our game plan worked, and the breakfast date went so good he threatened to miss his flight just to keep spending time with her. By the time he landed, he was blowing her up with texts sounding and being thirsty for more. She was amazed by this, but I told her it was just step one. While he was overseas, he had gifts mailed to her PO box. He would ask if she needed any cash. And took an interest in what led her to dance in the first place.

His Hustle: All kinds of men go to strip clubs. So it’s hard to pinpoint what a man’s weakness is until you take him out of that club and Ho check him with conversation. This Trick was a foreigner who went for the most Americana (blond hair, blue eyes) looking woman in a diverse strip club. That tells you he has a fetish. He was persistent in coming in the club and trying to win Ms. Kentucky over, which told me that he was a bit of a nerd. Months earlier she had taken his business card and googled him, he was who he said he was and while he may not have been in the 1%, he was rich enough. This was going to be an easy guy to work if done properly…then Ms. Kentucky let her ego take her off course, and I didn’t hear from her for weeks. By the next time she reached out, she told me how she had agreed to have sex with Middle-Eastern Trick for 10k. He gave her two thousand of that and promised the rest later, but it never happened. When he later showed up at her club, he pretended not to notice her and was now giving another stripper his attention. This mark wasn’t as dumb as this little girl thought. He lusted over her, he tricked gifts, but it wasn’t real, he was allowing her to act out her role. This was WWE, he suspended his disbelief and played along, got worked up, but he never lost track of the fake that she was fake .

Epic Fail: The ability to cut your loses after making a mistake or running into a brick wall is priceless. Ms. Kentucky didn’t adhere to this advice either. She started to reach out to the Middle-Eastern Trick anytime she was drunk cursing his name then asking to see him. When that failed, she started to feud with the other dancer. This messy behavior distracted her from getting money, and they moved her to a day shift—a death blow for a stripper. She quit and started at a new club that was ratchet and she blamed her decline in income on that trick. I thought it was all over, then she reached out saying he sent a text and she went to his hotel to get closure—which is a code word for cry on his shoulder and get fucked. He gave her $80. Yes, you read that right, and told her that he would help her out the next time he was in town. The total amount of actual money she squeezed out of this Middle-Easter Trick: $2080.00. The amount she had gotten just dancing for him over the months before taking it out of the club was triple that amount. The mark got his wish, after wasting money in pursuit of this Hitler Youth looking piece of pie, he ended up having sex with her twice for a bargain price.

How She Could Have Won: Pretty girls grow on trees, stripper flirting is transparent, and men will play along in hopes you fuck for free or fuck for a set price. If you’re not using the strip club to prostitute and you’re not trying to fall in love with the guy tipping you, then the only way to come away a winner is to mind-fuck a man by breaking the fourth wall. The fourth wall is a term used to describe when a movie stops its actions and lets you in on the fact that this is a movie. The most famous of this would be Ferris Bueller’s Day Off . This is how the hustle work: The moment you agree to see a guy outside of the strip club, you own up to the fact that you’re a hustler trying to get money. There’s no more “daddy,” talk, you speak normally, and you share your life story with him and tricks of the trade. Tell him about the guys that come in, the bouncers that try to fuck you, all under the umbrella of “secrets.” What you’re doing is taking this man from sucker in the audience that thinks this is real, to an insider. Once you put your cards on the table and strip away the fake seduction, you become real.

I had Ms. Kentucky strip away the gloss for her first date, and it worked. In her case, the trick was smitten and proved his infatuation with long distance gifts and offers. She ruined that by entertaining his, “how much for one night,” tease. Never ever talk numbers or take the bait of private dances, private meet-ups, or offers to pay you to not go to work. That allows a man to buy you, and confirm that you’re just another sad bitch dancing for money. Never downgrade your value! He’s a friend, not your client. Bad night at work, text him. Need someone to cheer you up, call him. This hustle can go on for weeks or months, doesn’t matter. The point is he’s attracted to you, he’s in lust with you from the club, but this process is making him like you as a person removed from all of that, not an object. By the time you sink your teeth in with the tactics laid out earlier in this book, he won’t think you’re fake or putting on an act because he feels different from just another guy you dance for. This is how you win over a strip club mark—time, patience, and shared experiences.

Men with money won’t spend it unless you give them a reason. As you witnessed in the examples above, guys are willing to give away the frosting, but it takes effort to get the cake. Nerds, grandpas, married men, unattractive men you meet on POF, no matter who it is you’re only going to scratch the surface of gifts and money unless you give them the sugar…plot twist, the sugar doesn’t have to be sex .

The sugar you give a man to become his sugar baby can be your personality, your charisma, even your backstory. Let’s say you’re just a normal woman who works answering calls for an insurance company. What would make a wealthy man want to give you money? Your sugar! You’re no longer Jane Boring, you create a character that reflects mystery and sex appeal. When you know how to flirt like Jessica Rabbit you don’t have to look like Jessica Alba. Let’s say you’re just some poor college student stuck on campus with a bunch of broke jerks, how do you get to the money? Your sugar! A woman’s best weapon besides her smile is her phone. Instead of scrolling through Instagram, use that phone to bring the marks to you using the trap of your youth and innocence! I took you through a few stories that went wrong to prove a point, but many of the girls I really invest my time in win at this game. Their stories aren’t as juicy, truthfully, they’re boring because it’s very by the book. Still, I’ll share with you a few real-life examples of what happens when you aren’t hard-headed, impatient, or thirsty for love.

The Couch Surfer: A woman having a quarter-life crisis came to me for help because she had been told by her best friend that she could no longer just lay about on her couch now that she had a boyfriend. She had less than a month to move. No car. No job. No real money. All she had was a few bins of clothes and a willingness to try anything I suggested. For three days straight, she went out by herself hunting for marks. On the third day, leaving some hotel bar that was dead on her way to the next, she spotted a nicely dressed man getting out of an Uber. “I saw a briefcase like they have in the movies and went for it,” were her exact words. She interrupted the man and asked was his Uber driver any good. He stumbled over his words, clearly liking the dolled up little Irish girl he was seeing, and gave his approval. Using a bullshit story about how she was just asking because she was going to call an Uber, she managed to get this man to engage in a ten-minute conversation where they exchanged numbers. A few days later they were on a date. A few weeks later he had given her money to move out of her best friend’s apartment after she called him crying about how her Bff’s boyfriend had tried to talk to her in secret. That was it, no crazy story, nothing very creative, she saw an opportunity and “Got her Maria on.”

The Sophomore: This girl wasn’t even old enough to drink and had a long-time boyfriend when she first decided to use Ho Tactics for extra money while on campus. Her school was in a college town, so she had doubts about how to pull it off given that any local with money was probably an Alumni. I told her not to worry about the “what if” aspect and just give it a try. Her big idea was to pretend that she was a dog walker, which gave her an excuse to go to an area of the town where the affluent lived without seeming like a creep. Her hair in two puffs, sweatpants, and a shirt with the school’s logo on it that had been cut to reveal her belly button. That was her sexy look in her eyes, and she bet the bank on it. The second door she knocked on got her a second “no thanks” but as she was leaving the man of the house was parking. He hurried out of his car and asked what she was selling. She later told me that the look in his eyes made her shake with nerves because she knew he was going to be the one. This couple didn’t need a dog walker, they didn’t have a dog. But this husband was quick to ask if the girl wouldn’t mind helping him clean out his basement…his way of helping a fellow **** earn extra cash. That side job turned into a trick affair where this bored husband set the sophomore up with a bank account in which he deposited a weekly allowance. Even when this college student decided to move it to sex, it wasn’t to keep getting things, it was her own hormones just wanting dick. Ev en though she’s young, I tell her all the time that she’s extremely wise in the Ho side of the force.

The Girl on IG: Older woman looking to start a clothing company for curvy women but was stuck working a dead end administrative job. Using Instagram to post work out pictures or samples of the kind of clothes she would one day sell she amassed tons of followers. She had an inbox filled with thirsty men but wasn’t sure the first step in making any of them into income. Her friend introduced her to this book but never actually used it, she just found it a fun read. In reality, this friend was not practicing Ho Tactics she was using IG like an escort service. When the administrative job did layoffs, it led to IG girl having to work more hours on the same shitty salary. Like most adults with dreams they can’t reach, she sank into depression and considered being an escort like her IG role models, but only a few times to create a surplus. It was during this internal debate that she finally read this book all the way through as opposed to skim over it for laughs. She began to write me literally every week to the point of annoyance, showing me her IG messages, all the celebrities that were on her, but still unsure of how to use Ho Tactics. That story about being one step away from prostitution upset me. The last thing I want is a woman to feel she has to sell herself for money. When I happened to be in her city, I had lunch with her and gave her a pep talk: Why sell yourself for BackPage prices to guys who have real wealth when you can get so much more without even removing your bra? She agreed and went to work researching some of the guys that would message her.

This woman, over thirty, admittedly not the baddest chick on the ‘gram, used her weapons—a banging body to lure a mark who I didn’t even know was a mark. This man wasn’t just rich, he was also a major power player behind the scenes. The same way Imani worked that baseball player in the example, Ms. IG worked this Mr. Big. The catch was it took her four entire months of bonding, flirting, falling back when he tried to get controlling, basically all of the tactics in this book. Not only did Mr. Big begin to respect her, but he also began to like her. Her IG page used to be pictures of her in a cubicle crying about “Getting back to the money,” she was typical and broke trying to make the best of her life. Now she’s always on vacation, and her brand is starting to take off. She used Ho Tactics at each point. She took a mark that was just trying to hit and turned him out mentally. Even when he tried to use the push and pull technique, she did exactly as I wrote earlier and fell back. So many women run towards the money man with this “oh my god, I’m going to lose out if I don’t chase him,” fear. Not this woman. No more cubical, no more breakroom depression, no more sitting up at night thinking of a get rich quick scheme because she turned some random guy in her inbox into a true Sugar Daddy.

Whenever I hear a woman tell me that they aren’t good enough, I think about those three women and dozens more who win using their minds, not this idea that they have to come with a certain ass size, waist size, complexion, or social background. Remember that the sugar isn’t in the sex, it’s in selling yourself as indispensable! You don’t feel pretty, you don’t feel sexy, you don’t feel confident in your skin, then start building! The same way you create a fake name to be written on your Starbucks’ cup, create a persona and breathe life into her until she’s as real as the money that’s about to be in your bank account! Commit to that character, embrace that confidence, and your universe will bend to your will, and place opportunity after opportunity in front of you. If you rush, you fail. If you have the patience and courage to bank on yourself, you win—it’s that simple.