Blogger interviews the organizer that connects wealthy men to hot celebs (and by hot, I mean hot over the news).
This story reminds me of the Xbox kid: "The great thing about celebrity escorting isn't fucking celebrities, it's showing everyone that I did."
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Sex trafficking, money laundering, fake passports and blood diamonds are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to this behind the scenes look into the celebrity sex trade.Backed financially by two Middle Eastern royal families the day to day logistics are run by a man I call Bani. Four months before Cannes and the start of the summer yacht season, Bani is in Hollywood negotiating deals and living up to his reputation as a man who can always find a price where a woman says yes. He is the sex broker between the stars and the men who want to f**k them.
Instead of shaming celebrities as they left swag suites loaded down with goods which will end up under Christmas trees later this year, two days prior to the Golden Globes I found myself roaming the 14th floor of the Beverly Wilshire looking for the correct suite. It was an entire floor of very large, very expensive suites and a staff member had to assist me with the elevator because it doesn’t normally stop on the 14th floor. That always makes rich people feel special. I don’t normally even stop at the Beverly Wilshire. I boycotted the place a couple of years back when I got the bill for an omelet and orange juice and it topped $50. They don’t know I’m actually boycotting. More of a silent thing. Well, they probably do now. Do you think they read this? Probably not, but their buddies over on Doheny do.
I can’t believe I am already digressing. Two weeks before I set off to look at carpet patterns on this hotel floor I received an e-mail. It was from a man who said that he saw me on Secret Societies Of Hollywood and had some information about one of the topics I discussed. I would like to think I was his first choice but apparently my buddy Mark Ebner was busy chain smoking or maybe the e-mail ended up in Mark’s spam. Anyway, I ended up e-mailing the guy and we had a back and forth. He didn’t want to go into much detail through e-mail and I didn’t really want to expose myself to sunlight. He might have mentioned a meal in one of the conversations and as you know, I will pretty much do anything for a free meal. When he said he was the go to guy for transactions involving models, actresses and reality stars for some of the richest people in the world, of course I was going to say yes.
I had no photo to go by. The night before my visit he confirmed our appointment and over the month he was in town we met several times, almost always in his hotel suite, and always always with a guy named Ravi by his side. Apparently Ravi used to be a Navy Seal. Ravi didn’t say it. Ravi didn’t say anything. He barely blinked. He was right at six feet tall with a buzz cut that hid his blonde hair. The guy is all muscle. As in bounce a quarter off the guy muscle. My contact, the guy we will call Bani loved talking about Ravi and would not stop bragging about how he had a Navy Seal guarding him. At that point I wasn’t sure why Bani needed security. All I knew was when he opened that door the first time we met, I couldn’t help noticing the really nice view. It was just right there. I pointed it out to Bani who was dressed in a royal blue suit that must have cost more than I make in a month. His thick black hair was slicked back with some kind of product that made his hair look wet. It smelled a lot like olive oil. Probably something he found on the GOOP website. He is close to 60 but looked about ten years younger. Must be all the talking. The second I walked in the door Bani started talking about how his suite was the one Piers Morgan lived in while Piers worked at CNN. I think Piers had a different one, but Bani seemed pretty excited about it so I didn’t want to make him feel bad. I would wait to see if he came through with a meal first.
I get a lot of e-mails. I get a lot of tips. I get a lot of tips through other people that give me tips. After the television show, the tips got out of control. After doing this for over eight years, you kind of get a sense what is real and when someone is not being completely honest or doesn’t know what they are talking about. There was a lot of that after the show. A whole lot of Illuminati people and how Beyonce and Jay-Z are taking over the world. Then Solange beat the crap out of Jay-Z on an elevator and all that stopped. Anyway, some guy e-mailing me from the Middle East is usually about as reliable as the ones I get from Nigeria.
What made me want to visit the guy? He sent me his photo and name and said if it was not him when I got to the hotel room I could leave. Yes, it sounded like an escort ad, but then again, isn’t that what the guy does?
I put his name into the Google machine and there he was. Right there smack in one of the royal families. Upper smack, not lower. Bani is what he agreed to be called. Kind of gives a clue, but also protects his identity. So, from my Google search, Bani was definitely in a position to be in the know about the celebrity sex trade, but was he the real deal? At the time, I wasn’t sure. But, for a free meal, I have done more stupid things so off I went.
After Ravi thoroughly patted me down to the point I’m pretty sure he knows if I am circumcised or not, the ground rules were set. No recordings and no photographs. Oh, and no notes. That wasn’t going to be possible. I agreed to the conditions but the first time I went to the bathroom I saw a hotel pen and I remembered a scene from the book or movie from All The President’s Men and grabbed that pen and wrote notes on toilet paper. Over my interviews with Bani, I must have gone to the bathroom 15 times. I’m pretty sure he thinks I have prostate cancer.
I had so many questions, and unlike the finale of Lost, I actually got some answers. With the amount of information I got from him, I think this will be easier if we at least start from the origins of it all and then bounce back and forth. Bani gave me hundreds of names of celebrities, models, actresses who have all at one time or the other had sex for money. The thing is, he also had proof. For every single person there was a receipt or photos or some other kind of written record that tied that celebrity to being paid for sex. I’m not sure how many names Bani went through in his books. At some points he would flip through pages like he was speed reading and other times he would slow down and even others completely stop what he was doing so he could elaborate on a person or a point I wanted him to clarify. Conservatively I say he gave me about 500 names. These names go back over four decades. From the last twenty years I probably knew eighty percent of the names. Prior to that, they had to be a big name for me to know. I was shocked by some and not by others. One of them married a friend of mine. Do I tell him? Out of the 500, there were about a dozen that made my jaw drop. I actually knew about two of the dozen, but it was nice to actually know I had been right. To see that paper in front of you that shows you that the sister of a Duchess manages to finance her life by frequent weekend visits to the Middle East and that the permanent A++ list celebrity who might be the biggest A++ list celebrity of all-time was not above some one on one time. Bani says that the latter person was at one point the highest paid person ever but that she has since been eclipsed by several others who don’t hold a candle to the A++ lister.
How did all of this begin? Bani says it all started with Grace Kelly and Prince Ranier. When the UAE was formed in the early 1970’s, apparently everyone in power wanted their own Grace Kelly. They didn’t necessarily want to marry the woman but they wanted their friends and associates to know they had been with someone like Grace Kelly and that it would also be good business. At the time, the Emirates in particular were trying to draw companies to the region and employees for those companies. Even Qatar, who is way more conservative got into this little game, but is just much better at hiding it. At least at home. See, that was one of the original problems. As liberal as the UAE might seem in the Arab world, it is still the Arab world and certain things don’t need to happen at home. Where could they go that they could make things happen? Why not right by where Grace Kelly lived at the time.
Hello Cannes.
The early 70’s brought about huge changes at Cannes. Bani says that some money funneled over to some people at the Festival made things a little more accessible. Now, basically a couple of people chose the films and the countries other than France that they came from. Huh. So, instead of countries submitting films, it was the committee who chose the films. The films with the actresses that these guys wanted to meet. Fast forward a little bit. Bani and his special friends had two tables at the Golden Globes this year. Why? To let the assistants to the big buyers and players get a look at many of the women in the flesh. They went to multiple after parties for the same purpose. They then pass certain information along to their bosses. Pictures are just pictures. They also invade the SAG Awards but don’t attend the Academy Awards or Emmy Awards. For the most part, they are not picking up A listers. Yes, they do get certain ones which I will mention later, but they are going for the B listers. Those are the people who tag along to the Golden Globes. The show gets invited and there are all the people from that show or movie. Same with the SAG Awards. They love the after parties because they are filled with their prime targets. The ones they all know and recognize, but who were not invited to the show. All they could do was muster an after party invite. They throw out lots of business cards during those parties. Anyway, we will get back to that. For now, let’s go back to Cannes.
Back before they had the internet, the brokers would head to Cannes and also Paris Fashion Week and take Polaroid photos of all the models and actresses that were looking for hostess work. That is what they called it then. Now they call it promotional work. You would be a hostess at a hotel party or on a yacht, but there would be 20 hostesses and most of them would end up naked and having sex by the end of the night. All for money of course. The Polaroid photos would be taken and then copied into a black and white book. Beneath each photo it had her nationality, movies or television shows. Kind of like a mini version of IMDb. It would also list the cost for the woman. At the time it was per night and per week. Now, there is usually a minimum of a week unless it is a big star. They can get away with charging for one night. Most that do this kind of work though do it for a week or longer.
There would be a contact phone number for the celebrity or model and the person who “discovered” her. There was and is still a huge bonus to the people who work for Bani to get their name in the discovered box the most. Not only for sheer volume, but also for quality. Bonuses are awarded to the guys who find the most used women. So, you want to make sure you are providing the best. The best, yesterday and today are the people they know. Models used to be a big deal, but now, they want people that are easily recognizable. They save models from various Fashion Weeks for yachts in the summertime for mass parties and keep them in Dubai hotels or condos for when businessmen come to town and need to be convinced to sign a contract. It is really low end work by their standards and they are not included in the book.
The early 70’s were before Bani’s time but he still has the records of some of the actresses that agreed to have some fun being a hostess. At the time they were not going back to the Middle East. The fun had to be either during Cannes or during the summer in France or every so often back in LA, but times were different then, and it rarely happened.
In the late 70’s this former A list (YA) mostly movie actress who got her start in television and has offspring galore in the business had her movie career crash. She was always a free spirit and judging by what I saw, she got paid almost as much for one night as she did on most of her movies in the 70’s.
If you were ever going to think of an actress (YB) back then who would be into this type of thing it would be this A lister at the time from a huge franchise who never had any other luck. For a few years she was someone everyone wanted and apparently many enjoyed.
One I was shocked to see was someone who has won an Academy Award (YC). Back in the 70’s everyone loved her acting and by the time the last year of the decade arrived she was one of the biggest stars on the planet. The year before that though she struggled to earn money and this actress who is now an A list mostly television actress was a favorite of a lot of people. Probably the most requested of the decade.
I asked Bani about Studio 54 and if that was a hunting ground for the assistant brokers and he said no. When I asked why he said that it was one thing for these guys to pay for sex and have some booze and be out partying, but that they drew the line at drugs and felt like everyone who was partying there did drugs and they didn’t want to be caught up in something like that because it could mean death. It is the same reason today that they will not touch singers. They believe that every singer is on drugs. There are a couple of exceptions I will get to when I reach that decade, but singers are a no no and there are some very strange other prohibitions and rules about other groups of people too.
Asians , Russians And The Murder That Shook Things Up
The first meeting with Bani was a blur. There were so many names and faces and books and records and stories and royal families and this and that it was hard to keep up. When I finally had enough and needed some booze in a very desperate way, we made plans to meet the next evening. Late. He had some meetings and originally thought we would only be meeting an hour or two. Instead it was five and we had not even reached the tip of the iceberg. Well, maybe the tip.
I went home and tried to process it. Even though I have only given you five or six blinds to this point, I was probably given 100 names those first few hours. I’m trying to go chronologically for you, but he was tossing out names from different decades and then I would ask a question about a person and it would send him on a tangent.
One of those tangents started with me asking him why to that point at least I was not seeing or hearing any Asian women on the list. It was just a toss away question but it led to one of those most interesting stories he told me during any of our meetings. Apparently there is a certain cache in this world in acquiring English speaking women. Basically Australia, the UK, the US and some parts of Western Europe. They want to have seen the woman on television or the movies. They honestly don’t care if the woman is on some British reality program like Made in Chelsea or in Transformers. They want someone they know their friends know and can recognize. Yeah, who knew reality television was big over there. It actually isn’t. What is big though are tabloids and gossip websites. Most of those are in English and cover the shows and movies of the aforementioned countries.
Asians are not generally covered in the news and tabloids they read or discuss. Further, he said that most of the domestic workforce in the households are from Asian countries or India so there is nothing special about being seen or having sex with an Asian.
This led me to ask a follow-up question. I know, I know, entertainment reporters asking a follow-up question would be a nice treat wouldn’t it? Asking any kind of real question would be good. I wasn’t going to get all Kneepaddy on them. I asked if there were any other groups of people they didn’t like dealing with and he said Russians. Was this a mafia thing? Some other reason?
Bani leaned back in the chair in which he was seated and took out a cigarette. Apparently the whole no smoking thing in the suite didn’t really bother him and I was pretty sure he could afford the extra cleaning fee. Even Ravi seemed to move a little from his position of attention. I’m pretty sure he was able to sleep standing up. I did see him sit a few times. Once when I was at a bar with Bani, we sat at a table and Ravi sat at a bar stool .
“It happened about fifteen years ago,” Bani began. “There was a woman (YD)that every person wanted and they all were trying their hardest and doing everything in their power to make it happen. People were literally throwing money to be the first to say they had been with her.”
Well, finally one of the guys manages a break through. He had followed her to a couple of events where she had been working and sent over some gifts. One, a bracelet she still wears sometimes that cost in excess of a million dollars. So, the two have some dinner and they make plans to meet in Paris in April which was a few weeks away.
They meet in Paris and have a great time. They spend two or three nights together and they are spotted in a couple of different places together and this guy is a hero back home. He would have lived off that praise for a long time. The only problem is, a few weeks after their nights together he is killed in a Berlin hotel room. The killers make it very clear why they killed him. It was because of this woman he had been with.
Apparently there were several men in Russia who wanted to be with her. The oligarchs had tried and failed, but there were two men who at one point in time were actually A listers (YE, YF) in their own little niche here in the US. Both of them were fighting for her. When one would go out with her the other would go crazy and it was not uncommon for some collateral damage. A friend of one or the other would get beat up. No one had ever been killed. Apparently at the time YD hooked up with the man, she was in a relationship with YE. He actually has a significant other (YG) now who is arguably more famous than YD, at least here in the US. As time goes by she is especially more likely to stay more famous just because she still has a career. Anyway, back to the story. YE goes nuts when he hears about this. Both YE and YF are paying protection money to the mafia which comes directly out of their pay. The mafia members were listed as “Managers.” So, YE complains that he wants something done for all of this money he is paying and a couple of guys are sent to find the guy and they kill him. When he is out of the way, YE tells YD what he has done and proposes to her. She accepts.
At this point in the story, Bani does not really know what happened to YD and YE and YF. If you figure out who they are, you can fill in those blanks.
This story reminds me of the Xbox kid: "The great thing about celebrity escorting isn't fucking celebrities, it's showing everyone that I did."
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Story
Sex trafficking, money laundering, fake passports and blood diamonds are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to this behind the scenes look into the celebrity sex trade.Backed financially by two Middle Eastern royal families the day to day logistics are run by a man I call Bani. Four months before Cannes and the start of the summer yacht season, Bani is in Hollywood negotiating deals and living up to his reputation as a man who can always find a price where a woman says yes. He is the sex broker between the stars and the men who want to f**k them.
Instead of shaming celebrities as they left swag suites loaded down with goods which will end up under Christmas trees later this year, two days prior to the Golden Globes I found myself roaming the 14th floor of the Beverly Wilshire looking for the correct suite. It was an entire floor of very large, very expensive suites and a staff member had to assist me with the elevator because it doesn’t normally stop on the 14th floor. That always makes rich people feel special. I don’t normally even stop at the Beverly Wilshire. I boycotted the place a couple of years back when I got the bill for an omelet and orange juice and it topped $50. They don’t know I’m actually boycotting. More of a silent thing. Well, they probably do now. Do you think they read this? Probably not, but their buddies over on Doheny do.
I can’t believe I am already digressing. Two weeks before I set off to look at carpet patterns on this hotel floor I received an e-mail. It was from a man who said that he saw me on Secret Societies Of Hollywood and had some information about one of the topics I discussed. I would like to think I was his first choice but apparently my buddy Mark Ebner was busy chain smoking or maybe the e-mail ended up in Mark’s spam. Anyway, I ended up e-mailing the guy and we had a back and forth. He didn’t want to go into much detail through e-mail and I didn’t really want to expose myself to sunlight. He might have mentioned a meal in one of the conversations and as you know, I will pretty much do anything for a free meal. When he said he was the go to guy for transactions involving models, actresses and reality stars for some of the richest people in the world, of course I was going to say yes.
I had no photo to go by. The night before my visit he confirmed our appointment and over the month he was in town we met several times, almost always in his hotel suite, and always always with a guy named Ravi by his side. Apparently Ravi used to be a Navy Seal. Ravi didn’t say it. Ravi didn’t say anything. He barely blinked. He was right at six feet tall with a buzz cut that hid his blonde hair. The guy is all muscle. As in bounce a quarter off the guy muscle. My contact, the guy we will call Bani loved talking about Ravi and would not stop bragging about how he had a Navy Seal guarding him. At that point I wasn’t sure why Bani needed security. All I knew was when he opened that door the first time we met, I couldn’t help noticing the really nice view. It was just right there. I pointed it out to Bani who was dressed in a royal blue suit that must have cost more than I make in a month. His thick black hair was slicked back with some kind of product that made his hair look wet. It smelled a lot like olive oil. Probably something he found on the GOOP website. He is close to 60 but looked about ten years younger. Must be all the talking. The second I walked in the door Bani started talking about how his suite was the one Piers Morgan lived in while Piers worked at CNN. I think Piers had a different one, but Bani seemed pretty excited about it so I didn’t want to make him feel bad. I would wait to see if he came through with a meal first.
I get a lot of e-mails. I get a lot of tips. I get a lot of tips through other people that give me tips. After the television show, the tips got out of control. After doing this for over eight years, you kind of get a sense what is real and when someone is not being completely honest or doesn’t know what they are talking about. There was a lot of that after the show. A whole lot of Illuminati people and how Beyonce and Jay-Z are taking over the world. Then Solange beat the crap out of Jay-Z on an elevator and all that stopped. Anyway, some guy e-mailing me from the Middle East is usually about as reliable as the ones I get from Nigeria.
What made me want to visit the guy? He sent me his photo and name and said if it was not him when I got to the hotel room I could leave. Yes, it sounded like an escort ad, but then again, isn’t that what the guy does?
I put his name into the Google machine and there he was. Right there smack in one of the royal families. Upper smack, not lower. Bani is what he agreed to be called. Kind of gives a clue, but also protects his identity. So, from my Google search, Bani was definitely in a position to be in the know about the celebrity sex trade, but was he the real deal? At the time, I wasn’t sure. But, for a free meal, I have done more stupid things so off I went.
After Ravi thoroughly patted me down to the point I’m pretty sure he knows if I am circumcised or not, the ground rules were set. No recordings and no photographs. Oh, and no notes. That wasn’t going to be possible. I agreed to the conditions but the first time I went to the bathroom I saw a hotel pen and I remembered a scene from the book or movie from All The President’s Men and grabbed that pen and wrote notes on toilet paper. Over my interviews with Bani, I must have gone to the bathroom 15 times. I’m pretty sure he thinks I have prostate cancer.
I had so many questions, and unlike the finale of Lost, I actually got some answers. With the amount of information I got from him, I think this will be easier if we at least start from the origins of it all and then bounce back and forth. Bani gave me hundreds of names of celebrities, models, actresses who have all at one time or the other had sex for money. The thing is, he also had proof. For every single person there was a receipt or photos or some other kind of written record that tied that celebrity to being paid for sex. I’m not sure how many names Bani went through in his books. At some points he would flip through pages like he was speed reading and other times he would slow down and even others completely stop what he was doing so he could elaborate on a person or a point I wanted him to clarify. Conservatively I say he gave me about 500 names. These names go back over four decades. From the last twenty years I probably knew eighty percent of the names. Prior to that, they had to be a big name for me to know. I was shocked by some and not by others. One of them married a friend of mine. Do I tell him? Out of the 500, there were about a dozen that made my jaw drop. I actually knew about two of the dozen, but it was nice to actually know I had been right. To see that paper in front of you that shows you that the sister of a Duchess manages to finance her life by frequent weekend visits to the Middle East and that the permanent A++ list celebrity who might be the biggest A++ list celebrity of all-time was not above some one on one time. Bani says that the latter person was at one point the highest paid person ever but that she has since been eclipsed by several others who don’t hold a candle to the A++ lister.
How did all of this begin? Bani says it all started with Grace Kelly and Prince Ranier. When the UAE was formed in the early 1970’s, apparently everyone in power wanted their own Grace Kelly. They didn’t necessarily want to marry the woman but they wanted their friends and associates to know they had been with someone like Grace Kelly and that it would also be good business. At the time, the Emirates in particular were trying to draw companies to the region and employees for those companies. Even Qatar, who is way more conservative got into this little game, but is just much better at hiding it. At least at home. See, that was one of the original problems. As liberal as the UAE might seem in the Arab world, it is still the Arab world and certain things don’t need to happen at home. Where could they go that they could make things happen? Why not right by where Grace Kelly lived at the time.
Hello Cannes.
The early 70’s brought about huge changes at Cannes. Bani says that some money funneled over to some people at the Festival made things a little more accessible. Now, basically a couple of people chose the films and the countries other than France that they came from. Huh. So, instead of countries submitting films, it was the committee who chose the films. The films with the actresses that these guys wanted to meet. Fast forward a little bit. Bani and his special friends had two tables at the Golden Globes this year. Why? To let the assistants to the big buyers and players get a look at many of the women in the flesh. They went to multiple after parties for the same purpose. They then pass certain information along to their bosses. Pictures are just pictures. They also invade the SAG Awards but don’t attend the Academy Awards or Emmy Awards. For the most part, they are not picking up A listers. Yes, they do get certain ones which I will mention later, but they are going for the B listers. Those are the people who tag along to the Golden Globes. The show gets invited and there are all the people from that show or movie. Same with the SAG Awards. They love the after parties because they are filled with their prime targets. The ones they all know and recognize, but who were not invited to the show. All they could do was muster an after party invite. They throw out lots of business cards during those parties. Anyway, we will get back to that. For now, let’s go back to Cannes.
Back before they had the internet, the brokers would head to Cannes and also Paris Fashion Week and take Polaroid photos of all the models and actresses that were looking for hostess work. That is what they called it then. Now they call it promotional work. You would be a hostess at a hotel party or on a yacht, but there would be 20 hostesses and most of them would end up naked and having sex by the end of the night. All for money of course. The Polaroid photos would be taken and then copied into a black and white book. Beneath each photo it had her nationality, movies or television shows. Kind of like a mini version of IMDb. It would also list the cost for the woman. At the time it was per night and per week. Now, there is usually a minimum of a week unless it is a big star. They can get away with charging for one night. Most that do this kind of work though do it for a week or longer.
There would be a contact phone number for the celebrity or model and the person who “discovered” her. There was and is still a huge bonus to the people who work for Bani to get their name in the discovered box the most. Not only for sheer volume, but also for quality. Bonuses are awarded to the guys who find the most used women. So, you want to make sure you are providing the best. The best, yesterday and today are the people they know. Models used to be a big deal, but now, they want people that are easily recognizable. They save models from various Fashion Weeks for yachts in the summertime for mass parties and keep them in Dubai hotels or condos for when businessmen come to town and need to be convinced to sign a contract. It is really low end work by their standards and they are not included in the book.
The early 70’s were before Bani’s time but he still has the records of some of the actresses that agreed to have some fun being a hostess. At the time they were not going back to the Middle East. The fun had to be either during Cannes or during the summer in France or every so often back in LA, but times were different then, and it rarely happened.
In the late 70’s this former A list (YA) mostly movie actress who got her start in television and has offspring galore in the business had her movie career crash. She was always a free spirit and judging by what I saw, she got paid almost as much for one night as she did on most of her movies in the 70’s.
If you were ever going to think of an actress (YB) back then who would be into this type of thing it would be this A lister at the time from a huge franchise who never had any other luck. For a few years she was someone everyone wanted and apparently many enjoyed.
One I was shocked to see was someone who has won an Academy Award (YC). Back in the 70’s everyone loved her acting and by the time the last year of the decade arrived she was one of the biggest stars on the planet. The year before that though she struggled to earn money and this actress who is now an A list mostly television actress was a favorite of a lot of people. Probably the most requested of the decade.
I asked Bani about Studio 54 and if that was a hunting ground for the assistant brokers and he said no. When I asked why he said that it was one thing for these guys to pay for sex and have some booze and be out partying, but that they drew the line at drugs and felt like everyone who was partying there did drugs and they didn’t want to be caught up in something like that because it could mean death. It is the same reason today that they will not touch singers. They believe that every singer is on drugs. There are a couple of exceptions I will get to when I reach that decade, but singers are a no no and there are some very strange other prohibitions and rules about other groups of people too.
Asians , Russians And The Murder That Shook Things Up
The first meeting with Bani was a blur. There were so many names and faces and books and records and stories and royal families and this and that it was hard to keep up. When I finally had enough and needed some booze in a very desperate way, we made plans to meet the next evening. Late. He had some meetings and originally thought we would only be meeting an hour or two. Instead it was five and we had not even reached the tip of the iceberg. Well, maybe the tip.
I went home and tried to process it. Even though I have only given you five or six blinds to this point, I was probably given 100 names those first few hours. I’m trying to go chronologically for you, but he was tossing out names from different decades and then I would ask a question about a person and it would send him on a tangent.
One of those tangents started with me asking him why to that point at least I was not seeing or hearing any Asian women on the list. It was just a toss away question but it led to one of those most interesting stories he told me during any of our meetings. Apparently there is a certain cache in this world in acquiring English speaking women. Basically Australia, the UK, the US and some parts of Western Europe. They want to have seen the woman on television or the movies. They honestly don’t care if the woman is on some British reality program like Made in Chelsea or in Transformers. They want someone they know their friends know and can recognize. Yeah, who knew reality television was big over there. It actually isn’t. What is big though are tabloids and gossip websites. Most of those are in English and cover the shows and movies of the aforementioned countries.
Asians are not generally covered in the news and tabloids they read or discuss. Further, he said that most of the domestic workforce in the households are from Asian countries or India so there is nothing special about being seen or having sex with an Asian.
This led me to ask a follow-up question. I know, I know, entertainment reporters asking a follow-up question would be a nice treat wouldn’t it? Asking any kind of real question would be good. I wasn’t going to get all Kneepaddy on them. I asked if there were any other groups of people they didn’t like dealing with and he said Russians. Was this a mafia thing? Some other reason?
Bani leaned back in the chair in which he was seated and took out a cigarette. Apparently the whole no smoking thing in the suite didn’t really bother him and I was pretty sure he could afford the extra cleaning fee. Even Ravi seemed to move a little from his position of attention. I’m pretty sure he was able to sleep standing up. I did see him sit a few times. Once when I was at a bar with Bani, we sat at a table and Ravi sat at a bar stool .
“It happened about fifteen years ago,” Bani began. “There was a woman (YD)that every person wanted and they all were trying their hardest and doing everything in their power to make it happen. People were literally throwing money to be the first to say they had been with her.”
Well, finally one of the guys manages a break through. He had followed her to a couple of events where she had been working and sent over some gifts. One, a bracelet she still wears sometimes that cost in excess of a million dollars. So, the two have some dinner and they make plans to meet in Paris in April which was a few weeks away.
They meet in Paris and have a great time. They spend two or three nights together and they are spotted in a couple of different places together and this guy is a hero back home. He would have lived off that praise for a long time. The only problem is, a few weeks after their nights together he is killed in a Berlin hotel room. The killers make it very clear why they killed him. It was because of this woman he had been with.
Apparently there were several men in Russia who wanted to be with her. The oligarchs had tried and failed, but there were two men who at one point in time were actually A listers (YE, YF) in their own little niche here in the US. Both of them were fighting for her. When one would go out with her the other would go crazy and it was not uncommon for some collateral damage. A friend of one or the other would get beat up. No one had ever been killed. Apparently at the time YD hooked up with the man, she was in a relationship with YE. He actually has a significant other (YG) now who is arguably more famous than YD, at least here in the US. As time goes by she is especially more likely to stay more famous just because she still has a career. Anyway, back to the story. YE goes nuts when he hears about this. Both YE and YF are paying protection money to the mafia which comes directly out of their pay. The mafia members were listed as “Managers.” So, YE complains that he wants something done for all of this money he is paying and a couple of guys are sent to find the guy and they kill him. When he is out of the way, YE tells YD what he has done and proposes to her. She accepts.
At this point in the story, Bani does not really know what happened to YD and YE and YF. If you figure out who they are, you can fill in those blanks.
