First off, the 3 perpetrators have been arrested, taken in for questioning and being held without bail. WOOHOO!
I'd like to address a couple of points before I start the story.
1) Why am I posting this story? I think it is important for SP's to see what can happen, to band together and come up with security measures that will keep us ALL safe, and for clients to hopefully understand what we risk doing this job. I have learned a lot of lessons from this experience,and if I can help save someone going through what I did through those lessons, I will be blessed.
2) To those I privately gave the email addresses to, PLEASE make sure no one contacts (with hate mail or whatever) them as this could be EXTREMELY damaging to the prosecutions case. If they are released, I will release another warning.
3) To those who believe this has no place on the board (as opposed to say giving your opinion Britney Spears latest escapades), DON'T READ IT. If your only goal is to try and pick apart the story and give me the Spanish Inquisition, don't bother. I have been through enough and will not justify myself, explain things that are already explained in the story if you don't bother to read it carefully, or in any other way respond
to idiots and trolls.
4) You can believe these events or not. It makes no difference to me. Any clients who have ever seen me, and my reviews, would vouch that I am a kind, stable, damn nice person who would NEVER pull a stunt like this. My
career has more to lose from this than to gain.
5) Yes, this is very very long. Because it is very very detailed. That's necessary to show the pattern at the end.
6) Rape #2 is particularly brutal and graphic and may be upsetting
In November, things were going great. I put a downpayment on a condo, paid for my 2 years of (very expensive) schooling in full, and paid for the re-roofing of my best friends house. Then I got very sick for 5 weeks. The
flu, pneumonia, bronchitis, strep throat, you name it I got it. I had overextended myself financially (lesson #1!) and was in bad shape. My rent ended up unpaid, as did my lease and insurance etc.
During the first week of January, as I was recovering, I received a request for an appointment from a man named Scott. It was an extended outcall appointment (worth 4k) to his house. For an outcall to a residence, I require a verifiable personal phone number, and a verifiable work number, all which checked out. We worked the details out via email (hence being able to post the numbers and email addresses). The appointment went great. He
was kind, a perfect gentleman, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
I got home around midnight, and an hour later a client called wanting a 1 hour incall appointment. I almost NEVER take late night appointments as the idiot and drunk quotient is high. But he sounded nice, so I thought
what the hell. It would give me exactly what I needed to catch up, and I could relax the next day.
Rape #1
I answered the door to a presentable looking gentleman named Antonio (his pooner name). I gave him a massage, we chit-chatted and everything went well until we started to get down and dirty. He began to get quite rough,
but nothing I couldn't handle. I told him to tone it down, but it got rougher. At that point I said "This is not working. You can have your money back, just please leave immediately". He said fine, walked over to his clothes and messenger bag, rummaged around and turned around with a gun in his hands. I froze. I had always imagined I would be some kick ass heroine in this situation, but immediately a picture of my daughter flashed before my eyes. I forced myself to stay calm and asked him what he wanted. He taunted me, running the gun up and down my body, making me lick it and putting it in my mouth.
He raped me 4 times over the next 2 hours, telling me I better convince him I was enjoying it or he'd blow my head off. "Fucking whore, this is no different to you, dirty filthy whore". I thought about screaming, as my walls
are pretty thin, or distracting him and grabbing the gun, but the image of my daughters face stayed in my mind the entire time. It kept me sane. Was it worth it trying to be a heroine and REALLY pissing him off and perhaps ending up dead? Not to me. I played along, kept calm, praying he would be satisfied and not hurt me any worse.
After 2 hours, he told me to give him all my money and he would leave. I hadn't done a bank drop on the way home (lessons #2!) so I still had the 4k. I tried to pacify him with the money in my wallet, but he started
slapping me around. "Pretty little whore like you going to tell me that's all you make?. Don't make me search this house or I am REALLY going to fuck you up." So I walked over to where I stash my money and gave him
the $4k. After the usual warnings of he knew where I lived so I better not go to the police etc, he finally left.
Fuck THAT! The bastard is going down! I waited an hour, snuck out the back door and immediately went to VGH. They called in the police, did a rape kit etc. I had managed to do some good back scratches during the rape
"Ooooo baby your so good" and they obtained skin samples from under my fingernails, and obtained samples from my house, hoping to get a DNA match.
So - traumatized, terrified and back to square one money wise.
I'd like to address a couple of points before I start the story.
1) Why am I posting this story? I think it is important for SP's to see what can happen, to band together and come up with security measures that will keep us ALL safe, and for clients to hopefully understand what we risk doing this job. I have learned a lot of lessons from this experience,and if I can help save someone going through what I did through those lessons, I will be blessed.
2) To those I privately gave the email addresses to, PLEASE make sure no one contacts (with hate mail or whatever) them as this could be EXTREMELY damaging to the prosecutions case. If they are released, I will release another warning.
3) To those who believe this has no place on the board (as opposed to say giving your opinion Britney Spears latest escapades), DON'T READ IT. If your only goal is to try and pick apart the story and give me the Spanish Inquisition, don't bother. I have been through enough and will not justify myself, explain things that are already explained in the story if you don't bother to read it carefully, or in any other way respond
to idiots and trolls.
4) You can believe these events or not. It makes no difference to me. Any clients who have ever seen me, and my reviews, would vouch that I am a kind, stable, damn nice person who would NEVER pull a stunt like this. My
career has more to lose from this than to gain.
5) Yes, this is very very long. Because it is very very detailed. That's necessary to show the pattern at the end.
6) Rape #2 is particularly brutal and graphic and may be upsetting
In November, things were going great. I put a downpayment on a condo, paid for my 2 years of (very expensive) schooling in full, and paid for the re-roofing of my best friends house. Then I got very sick for 5 weeks. The
flu, pneumonia, bronchitis, strep throat, you name it I got it. I had overextended myself financially (lesson #1!) and was in bad shape. My rent ended up unpaid, as did my lease and insurance etc.
During the first week of January, as I was recovering, I received a request for an appointment from a man named Scott. It was an extended outcall appointment (worth 4k) to his house. For an outcall to a residence, I require a verifiable personal phone number, and a verifiable work number, all which checked out. We worked the details out via email (hence being able to post the numbers and email addresses). The appointment went great. He
was kind, a perfect gentleman, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
I got home around midnight, and an hour later a client called wanting a 1 hour incall appointment. I almost NEVER take late night appointments as the idiot and drunk quotient is high. But he sounded nice, so I thought
what the hell. It would give me exactly what I needed to catch up, and I could relax the next day.
Rape #1
I answered the door to a presentable looking gentleman named Antonio (his pooner name). I gave him a massage, we chit-chatted and everything went well until we started to get down and dirty. He began to get quite rough,
but nothing I couldn't handle. I told him to tone it down, but it got rougher. At that point I said "This is not working. You can have your money back, just please leave immediately". He said fine, walked over to his clothes and messenger bag, rummaged around and turned around with a gun in his hands. I froze. I had always imagined I would be some kick ass heroine in this situation, but immediately a picture of my daughter flashed before my eyes. I forced myself to stay calm and asked him what he wanted. He taunted me, running the gun up and down my body, making me lick it and putting it in my mouth.
He raped me 4 times over the next 2 hours, telling me I better convince him I was enjoying it or he'd blow my head off. "Fucking whore, this is no different to you, dirty filthy whore". I thought about screaming, as my walls
are pretty thin, or distracting him and grabbing the gun, but the image of my daughters face stayed in my mind the entire time. It kept me sane. Was it worth it trying to be a heroine and REALLY pissing him off and perhaps ending up dead? Not to me. I played along, kept calm, praying he would be satisfied and not hurt me any worse.
After 2 hours, he told me to give him all my money and he would leave. I hadn't done a bank drop on the way home (lessons #2!) so I still had the 4k. I tried to pacify him with the money in my wallet, but he started
slapping me around. "Pretty little whore like you going to tell me that's all you make?. Don't make me search this house or I am REALLY going to fuck you up." So I walked over to where I stash my money and gave him
the $4k. After the usual warnings of he knew where I lived so I better not go to the police etc, he finally left.
Fuck THAT! The bastard is going down! I waited an hour, snuck out the back door and immediately went to VGH. They called in the police, did a rape kit etc. I had managed to do some good back scratches during the rape
"Ooooo baby your so good" and they obtained skin samples from under my fingernails, and obtained samples from my house, hoping to get a DNA match.
So - traumatized, terrified and back to square one money wise.
