An insiders experiences

April

Member<br><color=red> First in war, first in peace
#1
In Florida I tend to have alot more time on my hands than before (go figure).

One day while bored and with alot of things on my mind that I didn't want to think about. I started writing about past experiences during my life and times as a Madam/Prostitute.

Some of these stories, some may remember, some may even be a part of.

All clients names and identities have been changed as well as the girl's real (and in some cases work names) as well.


Disclaimer: All stories are a figment of my mind and imagination and in no way or form an admission of anything.
 

April

Member<br><color=red> First in war, first in peace
#2
Louisiana Lightening

I had just rented my first NYC apt planning to use it as an incall. At this time I had a high volume, low fee "borough service". What's a "borough service" you might be wondering.

It's an outcall escort agency that utalizes drivers, who pick up escorts from their homes and sit and wait for calls to come in. They might have 1-3 girls in their car for that night. The rates we're from 150-300 depending upon location. If you lived in Queens or Brooklyn the rate would be 150. The cut would be 60 agency/30 driver/60 escort.

Since the rates were so low I usually ended up with alot of girls who we're either too young (always over 18) or too inexperienced to know they could go work for an agency with much higher fees. Problem was most of these girls we're so unreliable or had other"issues" that they had to work for an agency that was busy enough or large enough that it didn't really matter if they showed or not.

I found myself growing very tired of the outcall buisiness. I had several lines, one for Queens, Brooklyn, NYC, Nassau, Suffolk, Westchester, and N.J. I always answered the lines clients called on, the work line for the girls and the drivers I had someone else answer because by this time my patience was growing very very scarce with the girls as well as the drivers. I was up to 30 girls and 10 drivers. I got tired of the irresponsibility and unreliability that always found it's blame laid at my feet. I began looking for a different way.

One of my drivers calls me up one day and tells me he has this 20 year old his friend picked up hitch hiking some where in Louisiana. Apparently him and his friends had kept her around for a week and by this time she had made the rounds of his friends and was at the point where she was having sex for food and a place to stay.

He called me up and suggested a "finders fee" of $300 to introduce her to me. I said ok I'd meet them at a neutral location and we'd discuss it. When we met up I instructed the driver who wanted the finders fee to get into the back seat. (I had my personal driver with me as well). The driver got into the back seat and even though I've known him for years, even rented him a room at one point....even copped weed off of him, I made him take off his shirt and frisked him for a wire. You can NEVER be too careful! After I made sure all was o.k.(as well as very insulted), he told me his friend wanted 300 bucks and then I could take her.

I told him to have the girl get into the car with us so we could talk. I checked her I.D. (yup she's legal) did my frisk, and said to her " If I do this, you understand your going to NYC and you'll be working out of an apt and my
cut is half." She was very blase and actually seemed a bit relieved to be getting away from all those Russian young men.

She was 20 years old, blonde, blue eyed, looked fresh young and innocent. I remember askng her if she used condoms for blow jobs. Her reply was "EWWW who sucks on a condom".

I put her into the one bedroom apt in NYC I had just rented. I put the word out to a few regular cliets whom had been requesting an incall situation. Her rate was 300, and back in the good old days the cut for incall was 50/50. Not to mention I paid all the bills. A few clients saw her and so far so good!

I had a client who always did over nights for $2000 and he wanted her. I told her about the job and she seemed very excited. I started to get a bit nervous when she wanted to arrive on her own.

I NEVER used to send girls to collect anything over 300 unless they had been with me for awhile and had earned my trust. This one didn't have it and for good reasons!

So I lend her my favorite black outfit. Hail a cab and off we go. In the taxi she asked me for the $200 I owed her from a call she did that day, I said "sweetie-pie your going on an over night call. When you get home tomorrow I will have 1200 waiting for you. 200 from a previous call, and the 1000 from this one".

We get there I bring her in, say my pleasantries, accept the envelope that is slipped into my hand and tell her to call me in the am, I'll have a car pick her up.

Back at the apt me and my current fuck buddy were doing what we did best together. After being satiated we went to sleep. My phone rings 6am, and it's the client where "louisiana" was supposed to be at until 9am. I KNEW something was not correct in escort land.

First words out of his mouth were "Your compadre took off in the middle of the night, stole $800 from my wallet, stole a $200 bottle of booze and left the door to my suite wide open" I'm like oh SHIT! I'll be there by 8am.

I jumped in a cab went up to the suite and gave him 2800. To cover the money stolen as well as the fee paid. He gave me 1000 back and said she was there until at least 4am doing the deed and he felt this was fair......I didn't argue.....the customers always right...............right?

Well since I did the right thing by the client, he is someone I'm still in contact with to this day. Never saw or heard from who I now refer to as "Louisiana lightening".

I think after leaving his hotel with a bottle of Jack Daniels, some lucky (unlucky) guy brought her home and she probably cleaned him out too.

The insanity of it all was, she stole 800, yet had she just went to sleep when he did, instead of robbing him and came home.....she had $1200 waiting for her. I was PISSED about my favorite outfit too!

After that I met Daniella, Allana, and Karina 3 hot young girls from Brazil I created "April's Elite" and hired someone to run the outcall service and concentrated on my new found brothel.

But thats another story.
 
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April said:
I had just rented my first NYC apt planning to use it as an incall. At this time I had a high volume, low fee "borough service". What's a "borough service" you might be wondering.

It's an outcall escort agency that utalizes drivers, who pick up escorts from their homes and sit and wait for calls to come in. They might have 1-3 girls in their car for that night. The rates we're from 150-300 depending upon location. If you lived in Queens or Brooklyn the rate would be 150. The cut would be 60 agency/30 driver/60 escort.

Since the rates were so low I usually ended up with alot of girls who we're either too young (always over 18) or too inexperienced to know they could go work for an agency with much higher fees. Problem was most of these girls we're so unreliable or had other"issues" that they had to work for an agency that was busy enough or large enough that it didn't really matter if they showed or not.

Good stuff April. Love to hear your stories of of the biz. I should start a thread detailing some of the amazing experiences that I've had with the hobby. One quick one: I have never been one to pick up street hookers but I was driving along O'Farrell St. in San Francisco late one night, and spotted a seemingly lovely young lady. I stopped, she got in the car and I said, "hey, you can make some real $$ tonight but I gotta see if you are really a woman." She said , "no way, honey", and jumped out of the car quick as a wink!

Love those stories,

Chels
 

April

Member<br><color=red> First in war, first in peace
#5
Out The Window

Had a one bedroom in NYC by 43rd that I used in conjuction with 2 studio apts in the 60's for my incall escort service.

By this time I had about 6-8 girls working incall. Usually 3 girls were at the big apt, and for clients that didn't like "brothel" type situations. I had the studios where the girl of their choice would be sent to greet them.

Sundays I usually closed up. This one particular Sunday, Kim my assistant was there, and Emily (one of my more favorite girls) had just come to visit with her new kitten. Emily I allowed to live in one of the studios.

I had a client call and made a request for a girl that lived in Brooklyn but would come into the city to see him. So the three of us (myself, Kim and Emily) are chilling in the apt. We're all in our bare feet waiting for the girl from Brooklyn to show up for her appointment time, which is rapidly approaching.

The phone rings and it's the client. SHIT!! "Brooklyn" isn't here yet. I throw on a nightie and let him up. I answer the door, do my pat frisk and feel a radio. (I'm an ASS...hey you learn from experience right?) I grab the radio which looks like a two way and say "Sorry, this is not permitted in the room" and place it on the table by the entry. I explain to him the girl he wants to see is running late. No problem he says. I offer him a beer, which he accepts, BUT as soon as I hand it to him he drops it on the wood floor and it shatters. (hindsight!) I'm thinking ok, he's nervous and I lead him to the room.

We chill out, and just talk.....(I'm the Madam here...if I have to I'm fully prepared to do what has to be done, but I REALLY think this girl is enroute from Brooklyn) We talk about life and families, usual BS. I then go to get up and say "let me see whats keeping her". At this point he grabs me by the wrist and tells me I'm under arrest. I put my weight agaist the door and start screaming "IT'S A BUST, IT'S A BUST.....GET THE FUCK OUT!!!!!"

Now since his radio was in the front room where the other two girls were, he can't click in for back up. He also can not get me off the door to open it and get his radio. What seems like an eternity goes by while I'm struggling with him and he finally gets the bedroom door open and goes running for his radio.

Me? At this point I know I'm going to jail and all I'm worried about is getting my clothes on so I don't have to be humiliated with my ass hanging out.

The girls? As soon as they heard my warning they both went out the window barefoot, Emily with the kitten in her hands.

The cop? He was PISSED!

The cops co-workers? They we're making fun of him.

Now I do my 24 hrs in the holding cell, the charge is prostitution (NOT promotion so I'm cool). My lawyer tells me the cop said I offered to perform felatio for $150. THIS really pissed me off! I told my lawyer my rates are 300 minimum. She said this wasn't a good enough defence. Plead not guilty went back to court 2 times and it was dismissed.

Never saw Emily again, she had the sweetest lips and a GREAT natural rack! Kim was more experienced and grateful I sacrificed myself, even though I did get a bit roughed up because the cop couldn't get my skinny ass off the door knob lol.

Brooklyn was a total no show that day, and it's just as well because if there was anyone in that room but me, who knows what might have happened.

The cop that lied was razzed by his co-workers because:
1) he couldn't over power a 110 lb girl
2)The collar never stuck.

Live and learn!
 

April

Member<br><color=red> First in war, first in peace
#6
The Anna Incident

A client who lived down the block from one of the brothels referred a girl to me. She was 21 tall thin and attractive. She was also a college student, which is always a plus because they tend to be a bit more reliable and are usually doing this to make their way through school and not to support a drug habit or kids.

First time I got a hint something was not kosher in ho land was when she was in the next room with a client and my cell phone rings.

I answer, the guy says "Hey whats wrong with this girl Anna?"

I'm like excuse me? He proceeds to tell me she's asleep. Now I'm a bit confused. I say to him "What are you talking about? Anna is in the next room...I think your confused"

I thought it was a crank call. He THEN tells me " YES, so am I...with her with my dick in her mouth and she fell asleep"

I think I knocked on the door woke her stoned ass up she finished the session and I'm pretty sure I made it up to the guy some way else. I was always pretty good about damage control...or at least I tried to be.

So after he leaves I confront her. She starts to cry tells me she was studying all night blah blah blah and please to give her another chance.

Thing is I'm suspicious that there is narcotic use going on with this girl but I'm not CERTAIN and she did seem like a nice "normal" (WTF s that in this biz?) college student who was just trying to get through school.

So just in case my hunch is right I tell her she can no longer work in the brothel and has to stay at the studio and do requests only. My reasoning behind this is, if my hunch is correct I can't have this girl around myself and the other girls and clients for saftey issues. One on one situations only.

Well one day I get a request for one of my other girls to go to the studio so I have to have Anna come to the Brothel for an hour or so until her apt is freed up. Anna comes over and goes to use the bathroom. Daniella, who has a client coming in 10 mins tells me she needs to use the bathroom but Anna is in there for quite some time.

I knock on the door.......no answer.

I take a hair clip out of my head and pick the lock.

The nice normal college student, who is sleepy all the time because she goes to school in the am, works for me in the afternoon and stays up all night studying........is sitting on the toilet, panties around her ankles, and a syringe sticking out of her arm!!!!

To keep it mild..................I FREEKED!

First thing I did was slap her to wake her up. She came out of her nod rather quickly when she saw me standing over her as well as the look on my face.

First thing I did was grab her by her hair and without even letting her pull her panties up, I dragged her to the front door (literally) and shoved her out.

An hour later there was a knock at the door. She said it was her boyfriend coming to get her bag which apparently must have had the rest of her stash. Turned out it was actually her drug dealing pimp. I told him I had no problem returning her property. I made him go back down the stairs and when he was far enough away I flung her bag (probably her drugs too) down the stairs.

Next day she was at another Madam's Brothel......where she fit in just fine.

I heard from her a few years later when she contacted me for a job, I reminded her who I was and she never called again.

She is still around, has had about 18 names.

She really was a nice girl. If it wasn't for the fact that she squeezed heroin, had a pimp and was neurotic she'd a been GREAT! (scarcasm)

I truly do hope that she has picked up some new positive habits along the way as well as finished school, but I'm sceptical.
 

April

Member<br><color=red> First in war, first in peace
#7
Just Swallow

When I first started dabbling with incall situations I at times used the name Allison when I wanted to just be one of the girls and get my groove on.

One day this blonde comes to me, apparently down on her luck. She was early 20's blonde hair blue eyes and pretty much had it going on!

She was new to this type of business. I kind of think she might have been turned out on the street and it was a bit to scarey for her so she found me.

I named her Allison. She told me she was prepared to do what ever it took for her to make a name as well as $ for herself.

I put her up in a private apt (she was too much competition for the other brothel girls) and told her that she was what alot of guys were looking for and she'd do just fine.

I then (half jokingly) threw in, "If you want to make alot of $ in this business, just swallow"

Before I knew it she was so dam busy, that I had to put a 7 call maximum on her. Meaning no more than 7 clients in a day.

She was one of the few I NEVER EVER had a complaint over, she also retired after about a month.
 

April

Member<br><color=red> First in war, first in peace
#8
Brazilian Bunda

Things were going really well and I'm the type of person if I do something I try and do it to the hilt.

I rented a 3 bedroom/2 bath apt over by 1st/14th. Not cheap but perfect for what "our" needs were. Along with 2 studios up town.

Had about 8 girls from Brazil, several Russian girls, 2 woc, and about 7 American girls.

Of all these girls only 1 of the American girls did Greek.

Had a regular client who LOVED Brazilian girls BUT also LOVED greek. (VERY hard to find the two)

One of the Brazilian girls...lets call her "Lana" had a great set of pics with one of them showing off her great looking ass.

The client insisted on seeing "Lana". Knowing his preference for greek I tried to disuade him.

He insisted, even with my promise that no way in hell is she givig up the bootie.

Well he went into the room and she followed. About an hour later he's ready to leave and I inquire if all was well.

He had the biggest grin on his face and said EVERYTHING was as he liked. (this confused me because I know his preferences)

I hear "Lana" screaming my name from the room after the client left. I'm like "oh, shit. Now what?!

I open up the door and see several stacks of money on the bed. Incrediously I ask "Did you rob him?"

She's smiling and jumping up and down and requesting the rest of the day off.

"Lana" smiles and says "No, he ask me how much for my bunda, I tell him 2 thousand dollars, he says ok and pull out the $"

Then she says "Oh, April.............why I no ask for 5 thousand"

To this day I'm pretty sure she doesn't do greek, especially after getting paid 2k the first time!
 

April

Member<br><color=red> First in war, first in peace
#9
SHIT! It's Carl

Back in the early CLPC outcall only days, I had a regular client who called every Friday night.

Back then we used to charge him $500 for 4 hours. Then this would have been considered a "sweet" call for any of the girls.

Problem was "Carl" liked to do cocaine. He also liked alot of strange stuff.

When he first started using my service the girls would jump for joy when they heard they were going to see him.

Then strangely enough he'd request a repeat and none of the girls wanted to go back that had been there before.

"Carl" was a nice guy, "Carl's" girlfriend was a nice girl who just watched. Problem was.............

(WARNING: do not read on a full stomache!)

"Carl" used to like to get high on coke and he'd get a little strange.

His usual request was for the girls to go to the bathroom take a dump on a plate and sit at the table with a knife and fork, cut it up and feed it to him.

(excuse me while I go vomit...............where is JL when you need him?)

It got so bad that the only girls that would go see him were ones I just hired. Sometimes they quit after seeing him (can't blame them)

I had to let "Carl" go as a client because his "tastes" were costing me too many new good girls!
 

April

Member<br><color=red> First in war, first in peace
#10
I'll rip it off and beat you with it!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before I opened up my own service I worked for an agency that had like 12 names and phone numbers, all utalising the same girls.

We had one older man we'll call him "jim"

"Jim" was a drinkier, and he liked keeping girls for hours. He had the grand father rate of $125 per hour.

Since he used to keep the girls hours and was a client for years we accepted checks from him.

Problem with "Jim" was the longer the girl stayed the drunker he got, the meaner he got.

He was a gentleman in his late 60's/early 70's, he was also a war vet with a prostetic leg.

One time I sent this girl to him that he had seen many many times.

Well his time was up and I called her to tell her she had to get another check from him.

An hour goes by and no phone call to tell me if she's collected or if I need to tell the driver to pick her up.

I call her cell phone......no answer. I'm calling his house and it's busy.

FINALLY she answers her cell phone and I hear a bunch of racket in the back ground.

She tells me they were upstairs in his bedroom (usually he keeps the girls on the ground floor unless he really likes them due to his disability)

and she started telling him she had to go and he got nasty and hit her.

I asked her where are you now?

She tells me after he hit her, she picked up his prostetic leg, hit him with it and ran down the stairs where she still has it. (the leg)

I hear something in the back ground and ask her whats going on. Se tells me he's upstairs yelling for his leg.

I told her to go put it upstairs close to him and get into the drivers car.

"Jim" called the next night and asked for the same exact girl to come back.

After the incident we always made him fill out the checks in advance.
 

April

Member<br><color=red> First in war, first in peace
#12
I can bring my waxing kit with me if you like next month!

Besides I sleep with 4 pomeranians, I'm getting used to fuzzy things against me.
 

April

Member<br><color=red> First in war, first in peace
#13
Is that a machette..or are you just happy to see me?

A LONG time ago I was an agency girl as well. Dam borough agencies! They'll go ANYWHERE!

My driver picks me up and shortly I get a call in "Da Bronx". Back then rates were determined by where you were located. The drivers fee was figured in as well as the extra time to get there.

So while The Bronx was still......well, Da Bronx......it was a higher paying job.

A whole $200 that got cut up 80/40/80!! Anyway, we go to the Bronx.

I ring the bell to the apt building and some guy leans out the window and tells me what apt to go up to.

When he told me to go to a different apt than my driver did I should have nixed it right then. Young and dumb!

I get upstairs, the guy answers the door with the phone in his hand. I watch him say to the reciever "yeah, she's here right now"

He then hangs up and gives me 300, which means $100 tip for me. GREAT way to what we in the biz say to "break luck"! (first call of the night)

We get down to business and I'm being extra nice. We get to the end of our time.

Dude jumps up gets my bra and panties and throws them at me and says get dressed.

He then proceeds to put the biggest freekin machette to my throat and tells me don't scream just get dressed and go.

He then goes through my purse and takes the $100 I always keep on me in case of emergency.

I get dressed, he walks me to the door and then as I'm about to cross the doorway, the asshole says "Your sweet, can I have just one more kiss?"

I ran into the hall and proceeded to scream at the top of my lungs, more to scare him than anything else. I'm pretty sure he went out a window...I have a set of lungs on me!

What freeked me out even more was after explaining to the driver and to the "boss" what happened, they drove me home and I agreed to just "suck it up" .

The next night the driver brings me to a parking lot and tells me to go into some guys car. I'm like "are you crazy?

Don't you know what happened to me last night? I'm NOT getting into some strangers car.

After a few phone calls, I was told it's "the boss" and he wants to talk to me abot the night before. I say ok and get into the other car.

He should of had MOB stamped on his forehead. He asked me what happened, even reimbursed me for what they guy took from me.

THEN he asks me if I can identify the guy and if I would have a problem going with them to take "care of him" the next night but they needed me to ID him.

I said SURE!

Then I disappeared!

POOF!
 

April

Member<br><color=red> First in war, first in peace
#15
Is there a GYN in the house?

While working as Samantha Summers a regular client of mine who I was always happy to hear from called me up.

He said he had this 19 y.o. Italian girl who's working for peanuts at an agency and he wanted to introduce her to me, have a 3 some and if I thought she was up to muster maybe I can show her the "indie" ropes.

Well the girl exceeded all my expectatons and I took her under my wing. We began doing very succesful doubles together.

Things went well for a while. Problem was she started making a huge amount of money and she went out of control.

Young, hot, wild and enjoyed the night life a wee bit too much (coming from me...you know it had to be bad!)

Anyway one day were doing doubles and I see she's getting tired due to not sleeping the night before.

I was able to cancel 2 appointments and the last one was a high profile guy that I felt by the time his appointment came she'd of been able to have gotten several hours sleep.

30 mins to the appointment, I'm trying to wake her up. By 15 mins till I'm throwing water on her face screamng WAKE THE FUCK UP!

Well I got her up and she pulled it together, and the session went off without a hitch.

Until she forgot where she put her keys, she started flipping telling me to look in my bags. I'm like this girl is going through cocain phychosis or something.

After the client left, I helped her find her keys. She THEN tells me she thinks she has a sponge stuck up in her you know what because she was on the last day of her period and didn't want to chance it.

I had to preform an internal on this girl and then have someone send her to the doctor because if there was something stuck up there I dam sure couldn't find it.

That was the last time I EVER did doubles with THAT one..............too bad we worked EXTREMELY well together. It was the before and after I couldn't stomache.
 
#19
Nice stories, Ms April, enjoyed.
Was once approached by somebody on another forum about publishing some of mine. Well, mine are not as interesting as yours.
You should seriously consider putting a book together.
Well, my thoughts, thanks.
 
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