Sugar relationships in public

Not long ago, my wife and I were dining at an upscale restaurant. Our table was adjacent to the bar where a mismatched couple were having drinks. There is a large population of seasonal residents from Germany and Canada (especially Quebec) in this part of FL - even a German-language newspaper. I assumed, based on their personal sense of style, that this couple were not from the US. The man was much older, late 50s or 60s, overweight, rumpy, and shaggy; with rumpled sport jacket and Dockers, a big unkempt mustache, and a bowl-cut hairstyle. The women was bleached platinum blonde, very thin but just shy of anorexic, young 20s, with long moussed-up hair (like standing straight up), and a leopard print jacket. I initially assumed them to be Europeans or Quebecois, father/daughter, uncle/niece, et al.

They stood out because of the age difference and odd personal fashion styles. While I could not hear what they were saying, I could hear them speaking plain, unaccented English. She was clearly being given anything she asked for including $10 to tip the live band. I began to suspect I was observing an escort's dinner date. I pointed this out to my wife, but she was convinced that it was nothing of the sort.

Skip ahead to late last week, while I was hanging out at a local club. There was a skinny platinum blonde dancer whose hair had an abundance of mousse. However, it was not until her rumpled sugar daddy walked in and she dropped everyone's attention for his that I recognized her.

I'm happy for the guy, him having found a dancer sugar baby that he can take on dates to nice restaurants. But it still leaves me feeling uneasy. He dresses like a tool, seems introverted, and is treated like an ATM. I have browsed Seeking Arrangment, and nearly all the womens' profiles list "Financial Domination" as one of their fetishes. That is insultingly obvious bullshit, only more so having seen it in real life interaction. If he enjoys it and can afford it then more power to him - but there is a wrinkle. His office was two doors down from my accountant's when I was reviewing my taxes yesterday. He didn't look up from his workstation when I passed his door, but there was no mistaking him. An accountant being financially dominated by his sugar baby stripper (who other customers told me has GPS) seems like a situation rife for corruption. I have his name from his office door, and I hope not to see it on my bill for this year.