An insiders experiences
- Thread starter April
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multiple hr discount?
ok lets just make like none of that 'carl' story was real - ugh.
lets focus on the '$500 for 4 hrs'.
- is that kind of deal still available?
- what was the standard rate then (ie, what % disc was 5 for 4)?
- finally, does that % disc apply to your current rates?
damn i sound just like a newbie...
ok lets just make like none of that 'carl' story was real - ugh.
lets focus on the '$500 for 4 hrs'.
- is that kind of deal still available?
- what was the standard rate then (ie, what % disc was 5 for 4)?
- finally, does that % disc apply to your current rates?
damn i sound just like a newbie...
we're talking like 10 years ago.
Rates were 150 per hour for the outcall girls (the borough service). Went to 125 per hr anything over the hr.
Do "I" personally do multi hr rates? Sure but the first one is 300. After that we can discuss it. ALOT has changed since then!
Another thing to mention is that it was very hard to find a GFE at those rates....if you did she was a total pig (and usually a crack head) and was so busy you'd have to book her in advance.
Rates were 150 per hour for the outcall girls (the borough service). Went to 125 per hr anything over the hr.
Do "I" personally do multi hr rates? Sure but the first one is 300. After that we can discuss it. ALOT has changed since then!
Another thing to mention is that it was very hard to find a GFE at those rates....if you did she was a total pig (and usually a crack head) and was so busy you'd have to book her in advance.
Going to Jail
The first thing they did was grab me away from the cop/client....push me up against the wall and yanked my right shirt sleve off my shoulder.
"Yup, it's her" I hear the cop say. They just id'ed me off my tatoo, which means this is not a normal bust.
Next thing I know all my girls and me are sitting on the large sofa and the two men....the guy who was in with the Russian girls and the cop/client are on the love seat.
I look at the cop/client and say, "what do you think we're stupid? Just get up and go with your co-workers we know your a cop".
He looks at me, looks at the cop in the white shirt running things, shrugs gets up and walks away.
I say to the real client, I'm so sorry. He says no worry they came in after he heard the knock so they were both dressed and on the way out the door.
At this point my cell phone rings. Of course it's in my right hand. I see it's "Joe". I don't answer because at this point they are a bit too close.
I look around and like 3 officers are in each bedroom, all going through the closets. All you see on the floor are condoms and sex toys.
Phone rings again, Again I see "Joes" number on my caller ID. Shit.....here we go, it has to be done.
I flip open the phone. "Joe" it's a bust DO NOT COME UP......" That was all I could get out before they tackled me, took my phone and cuffed me.
Now I'm the only one cuffed. Oh well. At least I kept "Joe" out of the bullshit.
Now they put us all on the dog chain and escorted us downstairs. With the amount of people down there you'd of thunk it was a terrorist attack.
As I'm being lead out I see "Joe". "April.....what do you want me to do?"
Call the lawyer and set aside some bail money. I knew they had me on promotion this time, no two ways about it, plus what ever else they'd try and come up with.
They bring us to the PD, we all get booked and finger printed, then led to a holding cell for the 7 of us.
The ADA was waiting on us. NEVER talk to an ADA....NEVER.
He tells me he's just looking for drug or weapon info and if that there is something I or my girls could help them with, or info we might have that is heavier than what we do...he'd tell the judge we co-operated.
I'm playing the game my dumb blonde act is out in force. He gets frustrated puts me back in the cell and starts talking to the girls one by one.
Apparently after the BS with Karina, she DID go to the cops. She told them I was forcing her to "work" and refused to pay her. She also said I sell the girls drugs.
With that info they got a search warrent and had been watching the premises for 3 days.
Apparently after client went up and came back down, they would approach them with threats of exposure and the clients would give up what they knew reguarding the apt and procedures.
They were charging me with asault, promotion of prostitution of AND they found a 1/2 oz of weed in the closet.
Bail was set at 10,000. Lawyer was paid in full 15,000. Now problem was to get the "assurity bond" proving where the hell my money was from.
The girls all walked with soliciting charges.
This took 8..........EIGHT very long days, while sitting on Rikers Island.
All I can say is.......... You REALLY learn who your friends are at times like this!
Oh, and one more thing.
No mater how much an ADA pisses your off.....NEVER and I mean NEVER call him a little weazle, especially when he is only 5'3" and especially not in front of his underlings.
The first thing they did was grab me away from the cop/client....push me up against the wall and yanked my right shirt sleve off my shoulder.
"Yup, it's her" I hear the cop say. They just id'ed me off my tatoo, which means this is not a normal bust.
Next thing I know all my girls and me are sitting on the large sofa and the two men....the guy who was in with the Russian girls and the cop/client are on the love seat.
I look at the cop/client and say, "what do you think we're stupid? Just get up and go with your co-workers we know your a cop".
He looks at me, looks at the cop in the white shirt running things, shrugs gets up and walks away.
I say to the real client, I'm so sorry. He says no worry they came in after he heard the knock so they were both dressed and on the way out the door.
At this point my cell phone rings. Of course it's in my right hand. I see it's "Joe". I don't answer because at this point they are a bit too close.
I look around and like 3 officers are in each bedroom, all going through the closets. All you see on the floor are condoms and sex toys.
Phone rings again, Again I see "Joes" number on my caller ID. Shit.....here we go, it has to be done.
I flip open the phone. "Joe" it's a bust DO NOT COME UP......" That was all I could get out before they tackled me, took my phone and cuffed me.
Now I'm the only one cuffed. Oh well. At least I kept "Joe" out of the bullshit.
Now they put us all on the dog chain and escorted us downstairs. With the amount of people down there you'd of thunk it was a terrorist attack.
As I'm being lead out I see "Joe". "April.....what do you want me to do?"
Call the lawyer and set aside some bail money. I knew they had me on promotion this time, no two ways about it, plus what ever else they'd try and come up with.
They bring us to the PD, we all get booked and finger printed, then led to a holding cell for the 7 of us.
The ADA was waiting on us. NEVER talk to an ADA....NEVER.
He tells me he's just looking for drug or weapon info and if that there is something I or my girls could help them with, or info we might have that is heavier than what we do...he'd tell the judge we co-operated.
I'm playing the game my dumb blonde act is out in force. He gets frustrated puts me back in the cell and starts talking to the girls one by one.
Apparently after the BS with Karina, she DID go to the cops. She told them I was forcing her to "work" and refused to pay her. She also said I sell the girls drugs.
With that info they got a search warrent and had been watching the premises for 3 days.
Apparently after client went up and came back down, they would approach them with threats of exposure and the clients would give up what they knew reguarding the apt and procedures.
They were charging me with asault, promotion of prostitution of AND they found a 1/2 oz of weed in the closet.
Bail was set at 10,000. Lawyer was paid in full 15,000. Now problem was to get the "assurity bond" proving where the hell my money was from.
The girls all walked with soliciting charges.
This took 8..........EIGHT very long days, while sitting on Rikers Island.
All I can say is.......... You REALLY learn who your friends are at times like this!
Oh, and one more thing.
No mater how much an ADA pisses your off.....NEVER and I mean NEVER call him a little weazle, especially when he is only 5'3" and especially not in front of his underlings.
My contribution to education
I had been off the "scene" for a while. Was bored as hell and wanted a new car. So I decided to make a trip to NY.
I recieved an ****** from "Lawrence". He tells me that he has been reading my posts for several years and would love to meet me.
I say sure and we start a dialogue via ******. He asks me if there was anyway I could lower my rate because he was a college student and had limited resources.
I ask him his age. 21 he replies. Now I have a vision of this guy when he was 16, sitting around jerking off to my reviews and pictures.
I tell him I'm sorry but my fee is my fee. I feel bad because he really is very sweet and respectful and suggest maye one day we can do lunch.
We decide that he can come over to my hotel, meet me and my roomate, oh and bring breakfast and coffee!
He comes up and he, myself and my roomate sit down to chat and well eat breakfast.
He's nice, he's mature for his age and the devil starts talking to me.
I put my hand on his shoulder and say "Larry, tell you what.......I'm flattered, and you seem really nice so here's what I'm offering. I'm NOT going to have a full session with you BUT I'll give you a complimentary blow job for free."
His jaw drops....he's like "are you sure?"
I tell him someone his age needs to be thinking about school and not hookers and I'll see what I can do to set his mind straight.
So I drop to my knees before him, tell him to open up and pull it out and proceed to show off my talents.
After I was done, I wiped the corners of my mouth and asked if he was ok.
He was all smiles, I then asked him if he could help us move into our new apt, which he did.
Larry called or ******ed me everyday. Then on *********s day he asked if he could come over and bring lunch. I'm like ok.
He brings lunch over and me and my roomie are eating and watching soap operas. I look at my watch and realise it's getting late.
I step up to Larry, put my hand on his cock and say sweetly "sorry love, but it's time to go"
He breathes in very deeply and his eyes roll back in his head.
"ARE you ok?" I ask
He says sure he's ok, he just needs a minute before he can leave. I offer the use of the bathroom (maybe he needs to jerk off?)
He declines and pulls himself together and leaves.
Larry never came over again. I heard he gets straight A's now!
(p.s. to the REAL larry don't worry.............my lips are sealed!)
I had been off the "scene" for a while. Was bored as hell and wanted a new car. So I decided to make a trip to NY.
I recieved an ****** from "Lawrence". He tells me that he has been reading my posts for several years and would love to meet me.
I say sure and we start a dialogue via ******. He asks me if there was anyway I could lower my rate because he was a college student and had limited resources.
I ask him his age. 21 he replies. Now I have a vision of this guy when he was 16, sitting around jerking off to my reviews and pictures.
I tell him I'm sorry but my fee is my fee. I feel bad because he really is very sweet and respectful and suggest maye one day we can do lunch.
We decide that he can come over to my hotel, meet me and my roomate, oh and bring breakfast and coffee!
He comes up and he, myself and my roomate sit down to chat and well eat breakfast.
He's nice, he's mature for his age and the devil starts talking to me.
I put my hand on his shoulder and say "Larry, tell you what.......I'm flattered, and you seem really nice so here's what I'm offering. I'm NOT going to have a full session with you BUT I'll give you a complimentary blow job for free."
His jaw drops....he's like "are you sure?"
I tell him someone his age needs to be thinking about school and not hookers and I'll see what I can do to set his mind straight.
So I drop to my knees before him, tell him to open up and pull it out and proceed to show off my talents.
After I was done, I wiped the corners of my mouth and asked if he was ok.
He was all smiles, I then asked him if he could help us move into our new apt, which he did.
Larry called or ******ed me everyday. Then on *********s day he asked if he could come over and bring lunch. I'm like ok.
He brings lunch over and me and my roomie are eating and watching soap operas. I look at my watch and realise it's getting late.
I step up to Larry, put my hand on his cock and say sweetly "sorry love, but it's time to go"
He breathes in very deeply and his eyes roll back in his head.
"ARE you ok?" I ask
He says sure he's ok, he just needs a minute before he can leave. I offer the use of the bathroom (maybe he needs to jerk off?)
He declines and pulls himself together and leaves.
Larry never came over again. I heard he gets straight A's now!
(p.s. to the REAL larry don't worry.............my lips are sealed!)
Got an ****** from "Irving". He wanted role play foot/stocking worship and to be dominated. I asked him to ****** me the scenario. I told him if I was ok with what he wanted; I’d ****** him to come. I wasn’t that crazy of a scene so I told him to arrive on time and to place the $ on the dresser without saying a word and I’d get straight to it.
Irving arrives places the money on the table and goes into the bathroom. I’m wearing a merry widow, thigh highs and my “fuck me” pumps.
I give him about five minutes and I open the door and see Irving jerking off.
“Irving!” What have I told you about doing that?” I demand.
“I’m sorry ma’am, please don’t punish me. I can’t help it you look so sexy.” he squawks.
“Put MY penis back in your pants and go stand in the corner. Do NOT touch it unless I tell you to”
I lay on the bed, which is right by the corner. Shit….I think to myself. What am I going to do with this guy for the next hour? I really don’t like these types of sessions, I’d rather just have someone fuck the shit out of me and let me turn them to putty with my lingual techniques. I’m more comfortable being the “do’ie, than the do’er.
“Hey Irving. Do you eat pussy?”
“Yes ma’am if you’d like me to”
“Yes, I’d like you to. First be a dear and bring me my cigarettes.”
He promptly brings me my cigarettes and just stands next to the bed. (sigh)
“Irving, light my cigarette and eat my pussy. If you do it good I’ll let you touch yourself”
“Thank you ma’am”
I’m smoking my cig, he’s going to town, and I look between my legs and catch him jerking off! OK so I got a bottom, who likes to top from it. I’ll play the game, I think to myself.
“Irving what did I tell you?”
Now he’s saying I’m sorry ma’am please don’t punish me ma‘am. I tell him to strip. I bend him over and start spanking him. When his ass is nice and red I tell him to stand at the foot of the bed. I start jerking him off with my stockinged feet. Harder and harder. My legs are starting to get tired and I don’t see the end in sight just yet. I feel him caress my breast and I start yelling at him as many perverse demeaning things I can think of. I tell him ok , you don’t know how to behave when I’m nice.
I flick his testicles with my long nails. HARD!
“Do you know how to count Irving?” I ask.
“What ma’am?”
“To count you imbesile! Every time I flick your balls I want you to count and say thank you.”
So it began. We got up to about “15 ma’am, Thank you ma’am, 16 ma’am, thank you ma’am.” when I noticed his cock was dripping with pre-cum and rock hard as well.
“Irving, since you’ve taken your punishment so well, you may now touch yourself.”
With-in 2 minutes he made himself come. Scene over.
We then sat back and talked. He shared with me his reasons behind the scene and Irving finally made sense!
Irving arrives places the money on the table and goes into the bathroom. I’m wearing a merry widow, thigh highs and my “fuck me” pumps.
I give him about five minutes and I open the door and see Irving jerking off.
“Irving!” What have I told you about doing that?” I demand.
“I’m sorry ma’am, please don’t punish me. I can’t help it you look so sexy.” he squawks.
“Put MY penis back in your pants and go stand in the corner. Do NOT touch it unless I tell you to”
I lay on the bed, which is right by the corner. Shit….I think to myself. What am I going to do with this guy for the next hour? I really don’t like these types of sessions, I’d rather just have someone fuck the shit out of me and let me turn them to putty with my lingual techniques. I’m more comfortable being the “do’ie, than the do’er.
“Hey Irving. Do you eat pussy?”
“Yes ma’am if you’d like me to”
“Yes, I’d like you to. First be a dear and bring me my cigarettes.”
He promptly brings me my cigarettes and just stands next to the bed. (sigh)
“Irving, light my cigarette and eat my pussy. If you do it good I’ll let you touch yourself”
“Thank you ma’am”
I’m smoking my cig, he’s going to town, and I look between my legs and catch him jerking off! OK so I got a bottom, who likes to top from it. I’ll play the game, I think to myself.
“Irving what did I tell you?”
Now he’s saying I’m sorry ma’am please don’t punish me ma‘am. I tell him to strip. I bend him over and start spanking him. When his ass is nice and red I tell him to stand at the foot of the bed. I start jerking him off with my stockinged feet. Harder and harder. My legs are starting to get tired and I don’t see the end in sight just yet. I feel him caress my breast and I start yelling at him as many perverse demeaning things I can think of. I tell him ok , you don’t know how to behave when I’m nice.
I flick his testicles with my long nails. HARD!
“Do you know how to count Irving?” I ask.
“What ma’am?”
“To count you imbesile! Every time I flick your balls I want you to count and say thank you.”
So it began. We got up to about “15 ma’am, Thank you ma’am, 16 ma’am, thank you ma’am.” when I noticed his cock was dripping with pre-cum and rock hard as well.
“Irving, since you’ve taken your punishment so well, you may now touch yourself.”
With-in 2 minutes he made himself come. Scene over.
We then sat back and talked. He shared with me his reasons behind the scene and Irving finally made sense!
Sweet Emma
“Emma” was a sweet busty 18 years old. She had the most luscious full lips and a natural set of D cups that stood up on their own. Can’t remember exactly how she came to me but I remember thinking this girl is too sweet and nice for this business.
I took her under my wing and set her up in a NYC studio. She had quickly become one of my more favorite girls and I was noticing she was taking an unusual interest in me.
Most girls will try and kiss the boss’ ass. Thinking it helps with their bookings. In my place the only thing that helped a girl do a lot of bookings was exceptional service and Emma had that down pat.
One day after business hours, everyone had left except Emma. She asked if it was ok if she hung out with me for a little while. I said sure no problem, figuring the girl just doesn’t know anyone here yet.
My friend was supposed to stop by. He and I were friends with benefits. Before he could show up, the next thing I know is I’m tasting Emma’s mouth and thinking….she has the sweetest lips I’ve ever tasted.
Kissing a woman is much different than kissing a man. Much softer and sensual, almost more sexual because of the taboos associated with it. I was content to just sit and kiss this girl.
Then there was a knock at the door and my friend showed up. We had plans to go get something to eat then probably head back to the apt to crash.
My friend walks in and I say “You remember Emma?”
He takes a look at the two of us draped over each other on the couch and tries to play it off like it’s just another day in paradise. Well come to think of it, it probably was.
I whisper in Emma’s ear “You you want to do a threesome? “ She’s game.
I tell her lets move into the bedroom. I look at my friend and motion toward the bedroom. He just shrugs and follows like a lost puppy.
The three of us go in and start going at it and all of a sudden BOOM! The dam bed breaks. Oh, well shit happens! We continued our frolicking and all slept well that night.
If anyone ever remembers the apt with the one bedroom off to the side with the bed that kept moving….SORRY!
“Emma” was a sweet busty 18 years old. She had the most luscious full lips and a natural set of D cups that stood up on their own. Can’t remember exactly how she came to me but I remember thinking this girl is too sweet and nice for this business.
I took her under my wing and set her up in a NYC studio. She had quickly become one of my more favorite girls and I was noticing she was taking an unusual interest in me.
Most girls will try and kiss the boss’ ass. Thinking it helps with their bookings. In my place the only thing that helped a girl do a lot of bookings was exceptional service and Emma had that down pat.
One day after business hours, everyone had left except Emma. She asked if it was ok if she hung out with me for a little while. I said sure no problem, figuring the girl just doesn’t know anyone here yet.
My friend was supposed to stop by. He and I were friends with benefits. Before he could show up, the next thing I know is I’m tasting Emma’s mouth and thinking….she has the sweetest lips I’ve ever tasted.
Kissing a woman is much different than kissing a man. Much softer and sensual, almost more sexual because of the taboos associated with it. I was content to just sit and kiss this girl.
Then there was a knock at the door and my friend showed up. We had plans to go get something to eat then probably head back to the apt to crash.
My friend walks in and I say “You remember Emma?”
He takes a look at the two of us draped over each other on the couch and tries to play it off like it’s just another day in paradise. Well come to think of it, it probably was.
I whisper in Emma’s ear “You you want to do a threesome? “ She’s game.
I tell her lets move into the bedroom. I look at my friend and motion toward the bedroom. He just shrugs and follows like a lost puppy.
The three of us go in and start going at it and all of a sudden BOOM! The dam bed breaks. Oh, well shit happens! We continued our frolicking and all slept well that night.
If anyone ever remembers the apt with the one bedroom off to the side with the bed that kept moving….SORRY!
How it begun
Dee was 15. She had seen the girls on the track in Hunts Point where her boyfriend, who was 30, copped his drugs. She thought she had the world by the balls and knew it all at 15. Boy was she in for a shock.
Soon Dee was using also. She began taking her boyfriends car into the Bronx from LI during the day while he was working to go and cop. She acquainted herself with several shady characters who she thought she was better than. All were either drug dealers, prostitutes or wanna be pimps.
Dee soon left her boyfriend thinking she could do better on her own. She went to live with her junkie father in the Bronx and attempted to continue her vices.
One day Dee woke up and had no money and no drugs and she was feeling awful. She was now 17 and addicted to heroin. She knocked on the door of the women down the hall in the run down apt building they lived in.
Dee was desperate and she knew the woman was a user as well. Maybe she’d help her.
The woman opened the door and listened to Dee’s panic and pleas.
She told Dee “Don’t worry, I know someone that can help”
The woman brought Dee to another apt building not too far away. Dee was feeling like she never felt before, achy, feverish.
A man opened the door and ushered both of them in. The older woman took him aside and spoke with him.
He looked over at Dee and handed the woman several bags of heroin. The woman walked up and gave Dee 3 and left.
Dee ripped into the bag and snorted it while her hands were shaking and the sweat was dripping down her sides.
She sat backed. A calm coming over her, ever so subtle. Dee thanked the man and prepared to go.
The man grabbed her arm and said “Where are you going? You think I just gave you that stuff for free?”
Dee began to understand.
By now the drug was in her system and she was able to just float away from the situation. She had never sold or given her body for drugs or money. She only now fully understood this was an exchange for her flesh.
Dee looked at the door. Looked at the dirty mattress on the floor. Then she looked at the man before her.
She knew her options. She also knew she was scared this man would hurt her if she didn’t comply.
Dee stripped off her clothes, laid on the dirty mattress and closed her eyes. It was over with very quickly. She was grateful for that.
After she pulled herself together and the fog lifted a bit she realized the full implications of her actions.
Before she knew it she was cruising up and down the track at Hunts Point trying to see how things really worked in this unknown foreign world.
Dee was 15. She had seen the girls on the track in Hunts Point where her boyfriend, who was 30, copped his drugs. She thought she had the world by the balls and knew it all at 15. Boy was she in for a shock.
Soon Dee was using also. She began taking her boyfriends car into the Bronx from LI during the day while he was working to go and cop. She acquainted herself with several shady characters who she thought she was better than. All were either drug dealers, prostitutes or wanna be pimps.
Dee soon left her boyfriend thinking she could do better on her own. She went to live with her junkie father in the Bronx and attempted to continue her vices.
One day Dee woke up and had no money and no drugs and she was feeling awful. She was now 17 and addicted to heroin. She knocked on the door of the women down the hall in the run down apt building they lived in.
Dee was desperate and she knew the woman was a user as well. Maybe she’d help her.
The woman opened the door and listened to Dee’s panic and pleas.
She told Dee “Don’t worry, I know someone that can help”
The woman brought Dee to another apt building not too far away. Dee was feeling like she never felt before, achy, feverish.
A man opened the door and ushered both of them in. The older woman took him aside and spoke with him.
He looked over at Dee and handed the woman several bags of heroin. The woman walked up and gave Dee 3 and left.
Dee ripped into the bag and snorted it while her hands were shaking and the sweat was dripping down her sides.
She sat backed. A calm coming over her, ever so subtle. Dee thanked the man and prepared to go.
The man grabbed her arm and said “Where are you going? You think I just gave you that stuff for free?”
Dee began to understand.
By now the drug was in her system and she was able to just float away from the situation. She had never sold or given her body for drugs or money. She only now fully understood this was an exchange for her flesh.
Dee looked at the door. Looked at the dirty mattress on the floor. Then she looked at the man before her.
She knew her options. She also knew she was scared this man would hurt her if she didn’t comply.
Dee stripped off her clothes, laid on the dirty mattress and closed her eyes. It was over with very quickly. She was grateful for that.
After she pulled herself together and the fog lifted a bit she realized the full implications of her actions.
Before she knew it she was cruising up and down the track at Hunts Point trying to see how things really worked in this unknown foreign world.