A long time ago, I had an Action outcall client who sent me an escort to review for the magazine. The dispatched girl decided to go out on her own a month or so later, and called me to run her first ad in my boss’s publication. From there we became longtime friends.
The woman was as hot a mess as ever there was. Maria (fake name) was the poster girl for dysfunction – and how heredity and environment can sound the death knell for a person’s adult life. She had it all: Bad genes (criminal and slow mind) and an early upbringing which included muling for her drug-dealing uncle at age 6, and getting sexually abused by a neighbor at more or less the same age. Additionally, Maria watched a mugger blow her drug-dealing boyfriend’s brains out when she was in her 20’s. His grey matter (what there was of it) splattered all over Maria’s new dress! She used to tell me all this shit with the preface “Billy! I gotta ask you something ’cause you’re the only person I know with any sense.”
One day I went up to Maria’s mother’s apartment in the projects over on 10th Avenue in the 20’s to pick up a payment. It was exactly what you’d expect. Loud and totally Puerto Rican. Not a problem for me. When I moved into my apartment in the East Village, almost the entire block was Hispanic. It was not unfamiliar territory.
In the middle of that hot summer afternoon, we began drinking beer and hanging out. This was before the days of Craigslist and Backpage so I wasn’t tied to my computer 18 hours a day and could slowly go through my Action paces. There was no need to get everything done within a 9 to 5 parameter. And socializing with the clients was something the boss not only condoned – but recommended. Serena at Screw simply sat in her office and received advertisers while Howard and I who worked at Action, the wannabe Screw, went the extra mile. It was part of the program.
Anyway…Maria’s little niece took a shine to me. She was curious about the gringo Maria brought home. If she was drinking beer with him in the middle of the day, he must be a friend. The little girl was very cute and playful…and everything was great until she came up to me and put her little hand on my thigh. Really, it was as innocent as could be. But Maria, upon seeing this, went absolutely nuts! “That’s how it starts. Don’t you ever put your hand on a man like that,” she screamed at her little niece. Whoa! I thought she was overreacting a bit but then again…I knew about her past. The moment came and went and we continued to hang with no further drama.
I mention this today because this morning while looking at Backpage, I saw an ad for a Korean girl who I know doesn’t speak English very well. But you wouldn’t know it from her ad. The text was clearly written by someone who speaks English as a first language. For a second, I wondered about the identity of her ghostwriter but quickly came to the conclusion that she had convinced a customer to write her text in exchange for some favor or other. I thought back to Maria’s little niece and mused to myself “That’s how it starts! An escort assigns a task to a customer in exchange for a favor and the next thing you know…he’s signing leases on apartments..making introductions…and then wham! He’s in silver bracelets on his way to the pokey often with a trafficking charge if Asians are his nationality of choice.”
The long arm of the law has no sympathy for guys like that. But I wonder if a good lawyer couldn’t present his side of the story in much the same manner as he could defend an escort busted for solicitation. Yeah, it all happened to him when he was a grown-up and not a child. So it’s different. Still, I’ve seen schmucks with a hard-on get caught up too many times. And the punishment always seems to exceed the crime.
I assume the leaders of “The league” in Seattle are wondering how it all went south and thinking back…”that’s how it started!” That first time he was offered something free in exchange for a service he could provide an escort.
Seems so silly…and such a waste of time. Trafficking? I know about traffic all right. I drove a yellow cab for years. I could teach the course. But to be serious…I doubt those dudes were trafficking. More than likely, they were just hustling free sessions and getting close to the girls they idolized! And now they’re up to their necks in shit! Just think! That first favor? That’s how it all started!