Dear Readers,
I had a situation, back before I was online, where I went to a "dance and dash" incall rip-off, advertised as an "escort service" in one of the weekly alternatives. She took the money upfront, then when I entered the "service room" I noticed there was no bed, just a big wicker chair and bottle of hand-lotion. I had just enough experience to know something was up.
At that point, sensing a throne job, or just a dance show, I came back out (she was on the phone with someone) asked to leave, and asked to get my money back. I was polite, and calm, said I was no longer interested. No clothes had been shed by either party. Nothing had transpired. She talked to someone on the phone, and said, "Sorry, my boss says no refunds". At this point, I started to get a bit more upset, my demands more insistent, and noticed she still had my money in her hand. She got nervous, kept talking with this party on the phone, her agency, I guess, refusing to give back the cash. I was starting to consider trying to physically get the cash back from her.
About that point, when things were heating up, out of another room, a driver/pimp/what-have-you, about a 250 pound black man, appears, and reiterates that no refunds were to be given. She quickly handed him the money. I was startled, not realizing anyone else was even at the place. He was huge, and as I looked down at his hands held by his side, I noticed he was hiding a police baton, or some kind of billy-club behind his forearm. At that point, I knew I could get very fucked up, very fast. I politely, and quickly left, $200 bucks worse for the wear.
Interestingly, the woman was a white, seemingly well-educated, college age, attractive woman. Not a crack ho or freak. This seemed like a pretty well run "dance and dash" scam (but incall), with "Bubba" there to take care of anyone who wasn't satisfied with just a "self-service" strip show. I didn't end up in the hospital, but by god I was seeing red as I left that place. I had enough smarts to not try to make a move. Also, looking back on it, I was lucky he came out when he did, if I had started to wrestle her for the money, before he made his entrance, I could have easily been the recipient of a little "love tap" to the back of my skull, and woken up god knows where.
iceman
-- Modified on 11/19/2001 1:29:32 PM
I read a lot of the rip-off reviews and I noticed that a lot of them include the ominous presence of a "Driver". My guess is that the driver is there to rough you up if you do something silly like demand your money back. The question that I have is this, Has anybody ever actually come to blows with this person? If so, how bad did it get? Did somebody get to take a ride to the hospital or the cop-shop?
My worst experiences with drivers haven't been all that bad.
Once about ten years ago I called an agency and they sent someone who was (A.) physically unappealing to me (B.) unclean and unkempt and seemed to be on a drug of some sort (note that A. and B. are different issues) and, probably most damning, (C.) bearing no resemblance to the description they'd given me on the phone. I politely sent her away from my door. I lived in a fairly secure modern apartment building at the time -- about ten doorways opening onto a singe long hallway on my floor; the front door requires buzzing to get in.
Five minutes later I heard a knock at my door, and looked through the peephole to see the provider standing there again. Without opening the door, I asked, "What," and she said something, and I said, "No thank you," at which point a male voice from around the corner piped up, "Ya better fuckin' open up and pay our $20 travel fee." He was trying to hide -- probably would have jumped me. Lucky I didn't open the door. I refused, on the grounds that she wasn't the woman they promised.
On another occasion, I met a street-walker and took her to a no-tell-Mo-tel on a strip in an industrial area outside a major city. She and I were really "clicking," going at it this way and that way and testing the resiliency of the crappy mattress, when a knock came on the door. Soon the door opened and a guy came in, and I thought I was done for -- either a cop who was gonna beat me to a pulp and arrest me, or a mafioso who was gonna beat me to a pulp and kill me, or a boyfriend who was gonna beat me to a pulp and rob me. Turned out to be her brother who was pimping her. "Oh, you're not done yet. Sorry." He walked away. I paid her an extra $20, which no doubt went straight into her veins. I swore off street-walkers right there and (I think) I've kept that promise to myself, although she was the horniest provider I've ever been with. Or the best actress.
I do believe that most of the rip-offs probably involve some kind of logistics where you and your money are soon not in the same location. Any woman who said, "I just need to take the cash to my driver," would be immediately ushered out of my front door without any cash. If she already had it, I'd fight her physically for her purse and kick and scream, just on general principles ... ripper-offers aren't prepared, generally, for an on-the-ball type of resistance. They try to weasel their way into more and more of an undefended occasion, rather than to just bull their way into it. They slip a wedge in, and then widen the gap little by little. So, first off, don't let the tip of the wedge get started; and second, be willing to backtrack. "I'm sorry, I know I said I was comfortable with that, but I've changed my mind."
A FEW pages, by TURBO. Funny as hell. And one of my rip offs is posted there now, and read my reviews for two rip offs I think.
Search the other boards for the words "driver" "cop" "ripoff" etc and I bet you get all kinds of great stories.
-- Modified on 11/10/2001 7:18:14 PM
There was a group of "people" working the Ventura Blvd Motels a few years ago. A "Persian" dude and a bunch of runaways. The girl would get you in the room, get you to undress to prove you weren't le, take the cash and knock on the door. A guy would immediately come in, take the cash and leave. The girl would then dance for you (topless for a tip) and tell you to jerk off.
I got dressed and told the girl to get my money back. No refund, she said and pounded on the wall. The punk came back in... Armani suit, RayBans and a tough look. He's about 5'7" or so (I'm 6'5" and he got off scaring the shit outa me). He is getting off on being the big shot... Dumbass stepped right up to me, said "Time up" and opened his coat to show me the butt of a semi-auto pistol.
So I immediately reach in, grab the but of the gun (Turned out to be a pos Chezh 9mm) and pulled it out of his waist band. I turned it 90 degrees to get a better grip and the iron site dug into his abdomine and I could feel the groove I put in him as I pulled it out.
The chick screamed and the punk whimpered as I (with gun in hand) left the room and walked to my car. As I'm getting into my car, I see another Armani loading two girls into a Range Rover across the street. Parked next to another one.
I drove away. Scared shitless.
-- Modified on 11/12/2001 12:16:12 PM
I got ripped once. It was a provider and a driver. The provider promised a lot, but once the "agency fee" was given the the driver, everyting was extra. It was clear she was gonna do a nude strip while I watched, with no interaction. I got pissed, told her I wanted my money back, she gets up and leaves. I followed her into the parking lot. I reached in the car and grabbed the driver, who was a lot bigger than me, by the arm and told him to give me my money bck. he said something to the effect of , let go of me or I'm gonna kick your ass. I was sooooo pissed off, what could I do??? he was way bigger than me and would kick the shit otu of me. so I just let go and said nothing. they drove off. I learned valuable lesson.
never give them cash and let them give it to a driver. once your money leaves teh room, and you haven't gotten what you paid for, you aint gonna get it.
you need to negotiate for what you want. totally. none of this, "give me the agency fee, then we'll talk". I tell them flat out, no. it's a total price. we work otu the whole dollar amount now, then I"l give you the money but you don't leave until I'm done. otherwise you lose.
a lot of providers are very good and suckering you to give them money.
personally, I've found the easiest group to negotiate with and NOT get ripped by are the asian massage parlor girls. they are poor, don't speak english well, and unsophisticated.
Dear Readers,
I had a situation, back before I was online, where I went to a "dance and dash" incall rip-off, advertised as an "escort service" in one of the weekly alternatives. She took the money upfront, then when I entered the "service room" I noticed there was no bed, just a big wicker chair and bottle of hand-lotion. I had just enough experience to know something was up.
At that point, sensing a throne job, or just a dance show, I came back out (she was on the phone with someone) asked to leave, and asked to get my money back. I was polite, and calm, said I was no longer interested. No clothes had been shed by either party. Nothing had transpired. She talked to someone on the phone, and said, "Sorry, my boss says no refunds". At this point, I started to get a bit more upset, my demands more insistent, and noticed she still had my money in her hand. She got nervous, kept talking with this party on the phone, her agency, I guess, refusing to give back the cash. I was starting to consider trying to physically get the cash back from her.
About that point, when things were heating up, out of another room, a driver/pimp/what-have-you, about a 250 pound black man, appears, and reiterates that no refunds were to be given. She quickly handed him the money. I was startled, not realizing anyone else was even at the place. He was huge, and as I looked down at his hands held by his side, I noticed he was hiding a police baton, or some kind of billy-club behind his forearm. At that point, I knew I could get very fucked up, very fast. I politely, and quickly left, $200 bucks worse for the wear.
Interestingly, the woman was a white, seemingly well-educated, college age, attractive woman. Not a crack ho or freak. This seemed like a pretty well run "dance and dash" scam (but incall), with "Bubba" there to take care of anyone who wasn't satisfied with just a "self-service" strip show. I didn't end up in the hospital, but by god I was seeing red as I left that place. I had enough smarts to not try to make a move. Also, looking back on it, I was lucky he came out when he did, if I had started to wrestle her for the money, before he made his entrance, I could have easily been the recipient of a little "love tap" to the back of my skull, and woken up god knows where.
iceman
-- Modified on 11/19/2001 1:29:32 PM