Have you ever been busted?
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I was down in one of my old haunts......Queens/brooklyn border.
circled around a few times and boom get ESU right behind me with there lights on.
now these guys you dont F. with. they say whatca doing here, I say just driving thru, they say we saw you circle 3 times and that reason enough to search and they did...thru my stuff all over the car.then they said they would escort me out.....and next time i gonna get locked up.....i just said ok to EVERYTHING.....Followed me about 1 mile into queens then they pulled off of me.....took me about 2 weeks to go back.......lol
circled around a few times and boom get ESU right behind me with there lights on.
now these guys you dont F. with. they say whatca doing here, I say just driving thru, they say we saw you circle 3 times and that reason enough to search and they did...thru my stuff all over the car.then they said they would escort me out.....and next time i gonna get locked up.....i just said ok to EVERYTHING.....Followed me about 1 mile into queens then they pulled off of me.....took me about 2 weeks to go back.......lol
I isually go to the underground strip parties mostly and so far 3 of them were busted. Lucky for me I did not happen to attend on those days. There have also been a couple days when the cops showed up because once a angry customer called the cops and other time a angry stripper called the cops. On those occassions the cops just checled out the place and left.
Same hourly rate as a provider...but free for y'all
This is for both providers and hobbyists - I posted in originally on a different topic, but don't know how to move it here (or if it's possible):
Busted? Hope it don't ever happen.
In reference to hobbying or anything else, here's a valuable suggestion that you'll probably unwisely ignore if you're ever arrestted for anything: JUST SHUT UP. You have the right to remain silent. USE IT. They are not "going to go easy on you" if you talk; their goal is to make an arrest that will stick. Period - that's how Mr. LE gets promotions. Your confession / admission helps them out. They are not your friends. Without you shooting off your mouth, either with stupid & incredible denials or tearful confessions, even if LE has an otherwise strong case against you, your ability to plea it down to something without a social stigma is a lot stronger. With it, the State has less (if any) motivation to plea it to trespassing or something. Fact: 94% of convictions are obtained based on statements made by the defendant post-arrest. Do what you will, but the above is gospel - although much of what's on TV about the law is complete BS, ever notice a common theme on Law & Order & similar show(s): A frustrated cop saying "He lawyered up before we could get a statement." Just say "I assert my right to counsel. I want to speak to a lawyer as soon as possible. I have nothing else to say." Period. Zippo. End of story. Many people know this, few follow it under the pressure of it actually going down.
Oh yeah, and avoid SW's, stick with reputable agencies. Cheaper in the long run in many ways.
This is for both providers and hobbyists - I posted in originally on a different topic, but don't know how to move it here (or if it's possible):
Busted? Hope it don't ever happen.
In reference to hobbying or anything else, here's a valuable suggestion that you'll probably unwisely ignore if you're ever arrestted for anything: JUST SHUT UP. You have the right to remain silent. USE IT. They are not "going to go easy on you" if you talk; their goal is to make an arrest that will stick. Period - that's how Mr. LE gets promotions. Your confession / admission helps them out. They are not your friends. Without you shooting off your mouth, either with stupid & incredible denials or tearful confessions, even if LE has an otherwise strong case against you, your ability to plea it down to something without a social stigma is a lot stronger. With it, the State has less (if any) motivation to plea it to trespassing or something. Fact: 94% of convictions are obtained based on statements made by the defendant post-arrest. Do what you will, but the above is gospel - although much of what's on TV about the law is complete BS, ever notice a common theme on Law & Order & similar show(s): A frustrated cop saying "He lawyered up before we could get a statement." Just say "I assert my right to counsel. I want to speak to a lawyer as soon as possible. I have nothing else to say." Period. Zippo. End of story. Many people know this, few follow it under the pressure of it actually going down.
Oh yeah, and avoid SW's, stick with reputable agencies. Cheaper in the long run in many ways.
Was picked up outside an AMP in an apartment building. I was questioned and released. When the officer asked what was in my pocket, I told him it was a used condom, so he never actually confiscated the evidence. The other customers, as I saw, were dropping their wrappers outside the front door. I don't think the neighbors appreciated it.
Once while parked curbside with a SW, a patrol car pulled up behind with his lights on. He said over the PA, "Knob alert! Knob alert!". After the girl got out of my car and ran off with the money, the officer drove off.
Once while parked curbside with a SW, a patrol car pulled up behind with his lights on. He said over the PA, "Knob alert! Knob alert!". After the girl got out of my car and ran off with the money, the officer drove off.
Been at the scene twice, but never busted. Once place was actually busted outside while I was inside. They came in while a girl was leaving, and she stopped in the doorway where they started busting her. Seems the exiting UCLE had stiffed her onhis way out, and she was following him. I slipped out back and ended up in the parking lot. Got yelled at as part of the general "scene management" but not accused of anything.
Second time was a raid on 32nd between 6 and 7 many years ago... asianplace, half high walls, standalone shower in the middle of the floor. You might remember it - was set up like a fashion showroom with mirrors and stuff, and then a vast space full of makeshift rooms. Whiney guy in the next "room" complaining to his girl that he didn't like her but she wouldn't listen, so my girlie and I are laughing when all hell breaks out.. like beatlemania with these china girls screeching and running. There were ALOT of people in there getting banged (way more than I would have ever thought). LE banging on these temp walls was like an earthquake (that was my actual thought at the time). My Chinagal actually grabbed my hand and ran behind the wall, into a short hallway with green glass doors and to an old office (promotional pen company? Really old, really dirty). It felt like the old Daily Planet building from the Original Superman TV show. Anyway it was completely separate and quiet part of the building. She had grabbed a bag onher way out, threw on some street clothes, and we left out the stairs. Didn't see anyone or anything as I exited on the street. I didn't dare walk back around front at the time.
Since then I have had a better appreciation for the way cockroaches live in the walls, and a better appreciation for the survival insticts of a professional provider.
Second time was a raid on 32nd between 6 and 7 many years ago... asianplace, half high walls, standalone shower in the middle of the floor. You might remember it - was set up like a fashion showroom with mirrors and stuff, and then a vast space full of makeshift rooms. Whiney guy in the next "room" complaining to his girl that he didn't like her but she wouldn't listen, so my girlie and I are laughing when all hell breaks out.. like beatlemania with these china girls screeching and running. There were ALOT of people in there getting banged (way more than I would have ever thought). LE banging on these temp walls was like an earthquake (that was my actual thought at the time). My Chinagal actually grabbed my hand and ran behind the wall, into a short hallway with green glass doors and to an old office (promotional pen company? Really old, really dirty). It felt like the old Daily Planet building from the Original Superman TV show. Anyway it was completely separate and quiet part of the building. She had grabbed a bag onher way out, threw on some street clothes, and we left out the stairs. Didn't see anyone or anything as I exited on the street. I didn't dare walk back around front at the time.
Since then I have had a better appreciation for the way cockroaches live in the walls, and a better appreciation for the survival insticts of a professional provider.
Had a run-in with LE for my first-ever provider experience. I was 19 years old, and one of the older guys from my summer job took me to a strip club. Afterwards (after lots of tequila) we go cruising for SW's on the West Side. Pick up a not-at-all slim SW and pull into a nasty little lot off 10th Avenue. I get out of the car, beer in hand, and wait on the corner, while he gets his knob polished. Watch as the cops pull up right behind him in a van, and light up the car with floodlights. I try to stroll away looking nonchalant--not too easy at 19 y/o with a 40 in my hand and scared shitless--and the cops stop me. Bottom line: they let us both go after busting my buddy's balls for getting a BJ with his seat belt on.
Hilarious.
Hilarious.
Yes Me too
Yes I was busted by the man. The first time I was at latina chica house in Queens. I was in the little room with my the chica when we heard a huge commotion outside our door. Luckily, we had already finished and were already in the process of getting dressed. The cops knock down ther door to our room and we were just sitting there. I put my hands up and the cop said to get out. I calmly stood up and walked out of the house and never looked back. Funny part is my buddy was in the waiting area and left when they came in. He left without looking back and we spent 30 minutes trying to find each other afterwards.
The second was less comical. I was in hempstead and a nice girl was standing over by the car dealership on Franklin, just past terrace ave. I asked all the standard SW questions and she said "no". Then gave me the dreaded "pull up around the block I will meet you there." Needless to say the cops didnt care who lied. They took me and my car to the station. I pulled some strings and got it thrown out. No big deal. I wasnt married then and to be honest I wasnt upset that I got caught, I was more upset that the cops lied. Maybe OJ is innocent..just kidding.
The third was a close call. It was back in the hey day of SW, the early 90s on the westside where cars would be backed up for blocks looking at the girls over by the intrepid on 9th and 10th ave between 44th and 49th. Pimps on every corner, 20-25 bjs. Ha, I digress. Anyway. I had a huge chevy 4 door malibu. The front seat was a bench and I picked up this gorgeous brunette. As soon as she got in my car a crusier pulled up next to us and she ducked. She went into a ball and hid under my dashboard for what seemed like an eternity. I stayed in the driver seat, pretending to wait for traffic to clear so I could pull out. Something else got their attention and the cruiser pulled away.
Last time..Well since I am rambling..One time I was in Brooklyn over by the Galaxy Motel..and it was really dead. My bladder felt like it was going to explode, nothing was open and all the businesses there were getting ready to open. In a final act of desperation, I grabbed a bottle of gatorade and started to "filler up". Just then a cab with 4 badly dressed guys swooped by and pulled up just ahead of me. They all got out and began to walk towards me. I am still peeing in the bottle trying to maintain my aim and they are trying to get my attention. Finally, I pinch it and hold the almost full bottle up so they can see. They turnaround, get back into the cab and pull away. I then returned to my relief and promptly pissed all over my dashboard and radio. Its a tough life.
Yes I was busted by the man. The first time I was at latina chica house in Queens. I was in the little room with my the chica when we heard a huge commotion outside our door. Luckily, we had already finished and were already in the process of getting dressed. The cops knock down ther door to our room and we were just sitting there. I put my hands up and the cop said to get out. I calmly stood up and walked out of the house and never looked back. Funny part is my buddy was in the waiting area and left when they came in. He left without looking back and we spent 30 minutes trying to find each other afterwards.
The second was less comical. I was in hempstead and a nice girl was standing over by the car dealership on Franklin, just past terrace ave. I asked all the standard SW questions and she said "no". Then gave me the dreaded "pull up around the block I will meet you there." Needless to say the cops didnt care who lied. They took me and my car to the station. I pulled some strings and got it thrown out. No big deal. I wasnt married then and to be honest I wasnt upset that I got caught, I was more upset that the cops lied. Maybe OJ is innocent..just kidding.
The third was a close call. It was back in the hey day of SW, the early 90s on the westside where cars would be backed up for blocks looking at the girls over by the intrepid on 9th and 10th ave between 44th and 49th. Pimps on every corner, 20-25 bjs. Ha, I digress. Anyway. I had a huge chevy 4 door malibu. The front seat was a bench and I picked up this gorgeous brunette. As soon as she got in my car a crusier pulled up next to us and she ducked. She went into a ball and hid under my dashboard for what seemed like an eternity. I stayed in the driver seat, pretending to wait for traffic to clear so I could pull out. Something else got their attention and the cruiser pulled away.
Last time..Well since I am rambling..One time I was in Brooklyn over by the Galaxy Motel..and it was really dead. My bladder felt like it was going to explode, nothing was open and all the businesses there were getting ready to open. In a final act of desperation, I grabbed a bottle of gatorade and started to "filler up". Just then a cab with 4 badly dressed guys swooped by and pulled up just ahead of me. They all got out and began to walk towards me. I am still peeing in the bottle trying to maintain my aim and they are trying to get my attention. Finally, I pinch it and hold the almost full bottle up so they can see. They turnaround, get back into the cab and pull away. I then returned to my relief and promptly pissed all over my dashboard and radio. Its a tough life.
just a quick bump for 2 quick stories. About 3 years ago, my gf and I had actually been shopping and she suggested we stop someplace before I dropped her off at home. We found this empty parking lot right near roosevelt field mall, it was late, so figured who would know? Well, they knew. About 15 minutes in we here the not so nice tap. I roll the window down, and the cop asks what the f7ck are we doing. I said this is my gf, and we are very sorry. He asks her to get dressed and get out of the car. She does, and standing outside, he asks her who she is, if she was ok and was she ok being there. He then asked me her name, her birthday, etc. No harm no foul.
Second time, we were at a strip club, and I guess we both got hot and bothered. Went around the block and parked (I was in a sports car, and I guess this was a not so nice neighborhood right by the 59th street bridge). Street is residential but its late....so she starts to give me a bj, and i see the lights. Uh oh. He messages both of us on the bullhorn to get out of the car. We do, and he chastizes us for 45 minutes, asking why I am picking up sw's. I insist she is not, even pointing out in our licenses we both have the same address. Go through the whole thing, runs my plates, asks if the car is mine, blah blah blah. Again, let us go. Even though I was totally in the clear on both occassions it scared the living daylights out of me
Second time, we were at a strip club, and I guess we both got hot and bothered. Went around the block and parked (I was in a sports car, and I guess this was a not so nice neighborhood right by the 59th street bridge). Street is residential but its late....so she starts to give me a bj, and i see the lights. Uh oh. He messages both of us on the bullhorn to get out of the car. We do, and he chastizes us for 45 minutes, asking why I am picking up sw's. I insist she is not, even pointing out in our licenses we both have the same address. Go through the whole thing, runs my plates, asks if the car is mine, blah blah blah. Again, let us go. Even though I was totally in the clear on both occassions it scared the living daylights out of me
i got caught up in a bust of an UG strip party in harlem. it got VERY ugly.
LE came in with riot gear, guns drawn, with a chainsaw and sldgehammers..lol
knocking down the vip room doors, they cut the bar open with the saw too.
arrested ALL of the working girls, and chain-ganged them all together and paraded them to the van outside, butt naked in winter cold.
3 hrs later, i got out after they ran me clean. it was soo not worth all the trouble.
LE came in with riot gear, guns drawn, with a chainsaw and sldgehammers..lol
knocking down the vip room doors, they cut the bar open with the saw too.
arrested ALL of the working girls, and chain-ganged them all together and paraded them to the van outside, butt naked in winter cold.
3 hrs later, i got out after they ran me clean. it was soo not worth all the trouble.