any new tricks so
I called someone in Sydney that I knew had a few contacts in
Melbourne. One call led to the next and finally, someone's friend
had another friend who needed a driver and that was how I met
Sam.
Sam ran a small escort agency and was looking
for someone to drive his girls around. It was easy work for pretty
good money but it did come with a degree of bullshit on occasion.
Typically, escorts handle their own money and the driver just
drives but Sam had a different routine. My instructions were that
the girl would go into the house or hotel room, negotiate the rate
for her time and then come back out to me. I was to hold the cash
supposedly for the safety of the girl but I'm more inclined to
believe that it was the girl that he didn't trust. When she handed
me the money, she would also tell me how long and my job was to
watch the clock. If it was an hour session then on the hour, if she
didn't come out, I was to knock on the door. Sam's orders were that
the girl answered the door one hundred percent of the time. If the
client wanted more time as would sometimes happen, we'd start the
process all over again. That was the signal though, if the client
answered the door then it meant trouble inside the room. I asked
Sam how he wanted me to handle that and he replied “they are all
told that they must answer the door so if they don't then they
can't, there's a baseball bat in the trunk, kick the fucking door
down and get her out.”
Thankfully, it didn't come to that there were
a few minor incidents just the same. I gave a knock on a house door
and the client answered. The guy stood there in a towel, looked at
me and said “yes.” My years in The Cross had taught me to be a real
fast judge of character, I had the vibe that this guy was
potentially a threat so I took it slowly. “I'm a driver, I'm here
to pick up the girl, is she ready?”
“No, she's busy, she said come back in an
hour.”
“Mate, with all due respect, I need her to
tell me that so can you go get her please.”
“We're in the middle of something, you need
to come back later.”
There was trouble brewing, I could feel it, I
looked at the guy again with new eyes and I didn’t like what I saw.
Standing at the door wearing nothing but a towel, he didn't look
like much of a fighter, but still, you never know. He was about six
foot, pretty solid at a second glance and most importantly, on his
own turf. I was a driver not a bouncer and this was an argument
that I really didn't want to have. I hardened up a little, “Mate,
I'm not sure that you understand what's going on here, I don't want
to interrupt whatever you have going on but I have a job to do so I
really do need to talk to the girl for a moment, it's a safety
thing, I'm sure you can understand.”
“She's safe, she'll come out when she's
ready, I'm going back in now, you'll just have to wait.”
This was turning into a nightmare, I thought
of the baseball bat in the trunk. I had no intention of making a
bad situation worse by assaulting the guy or possibly worse, so I
called Sam. It took less than ten minutes for him to get there. We
walked up to the door and knocked again. Towel guy answered, Sam
pulled out a Glock automatic hand gun, hit him in the face with the
pistol as soon as he opened the door, pushed him inside and as the
guy reeled sideways from the blow, Sam started yelling “where's my
girl, where's my fucking girl?” She was in the bedroom, tied up and
gagged bondage style.
The three of us walked out together and Sam
asked her if she was hurt. She nodded, started to cry and Sam saw
red. I was told to put her in the car and take her back to the
office. Sam went to his own trunk, I saw the bat in his hand as he
marched back to the house as if on a mission and I knew exactly
what he was going to do. I drove back to St. Kilda with a sobbing
girl in the back and the image in my mind of a psycho boss beating
up some guy in a towel.
My decision was made. I needed some
I called someone in Sydney that I knew had a few contacts in
Melbourne. One call led to the next and finally, someone's friend
had another friend who needed a driver and that was how I met
Sam.
Sam ran a small escort agency and was looking
for someone to drive his girls around. It was easy work for pretty
good money but it did come with a degree of bullshit on occasion.
Typically, escorts handle their own money and the driver just
drives but Sam had a different routine. My instructions were that
the girl would go into the house or hotel room, negotiate the rate
for her time and then come back out to me. I was to hold the cash
supposedly for the safety of the girl but I'm more inclined to
believe that it was the girl that he didn't trust. When she handed
me the money, she would also tell me how long and my job was to
watch the clock. If it was an hour session then on the hour, if she
didn't come out, I was to knock on the door. Sam's orders were that
the girl answered the door one hundred percent of the time. If the
client wanted more time as would sometimes happen, we'd start the
process all over again. That was the signal though, if the client
answered the door then it meant trouble inside the room. I asked
Sam how he wanted me to handle that and he replied “they are all
told that they must answer the door so if they don't then they
can't, there's a baseball bat in the trunk, kick the fucking door
down and get her out.”
Thankfully, it didn't come to that there were
a few minor incidents just the same. I gave a knock on a house door
and the client answered. The guy stood there in a towel, looked at
me and said “yes.” My years in The Cross had taught me to be a real
fast judge of character, I had the vibe that this guy was
potentially a threat so I took it slowly. “I'm a driver, I'm here
to pick up the girl, is she ready?”
“No, she's busy, she said come back in an
hour.”
“Mate, with all due respect, I need her to
tell me that so can you go get her please.”
“We're in the middle of something, you need
to come back later.”
There was trouble brewing, I could feel it, I
looked at the guy again with new eyes and I didn’t like what I saw.
Standing at the door wearing nothing but a towel, he didn't look
like much of a fighter, but still, you never know. He was about six
foot, pretty solid at a second glance and most importantly, on his
own turf. I was a driver not a bouncer and this was an argument
that I really didn't want to have. I hardened up a little, “Mate,
I'm not sure that you understand what's going on here, I don't want
to interrupt whatever you have going on but I have a job to do so I
really do need to talk to the girl for a moment, it's a safety
thing, I'm sure you can understand.”
“She's safe, she'll come out when she's
ready, I'm going back in now, you'll just have to wait.”
This was turning into a nightmare, I thought
of the baseball bat in the trunk. I had no intention of making a
bad situation worse by assaulting the guy or possibly worse, so I
called Sam. It took less than ten minutes for him to get there. We
walked up to the door and knocked again. Towel guy answered, Sam
pulled out a Glock automatic hand gun, hit him in the face with the
pistol as soon as he opened the door, pushed him inside and as the
guy reeled sideways from the blow, Sam started yelling “where's my
girl, where's my fucking girl?” She was in the bedroom, tied up and
gagged bondage style.
The three of us walked out together and Sam
asked her if she was hurt. She nodded, started to cry and Sam saw
red. I was told to put her in the car and take her back to the
office. Sam went to his own trunk, I saw the bat in his hand as he
marched back to the house as if on a mission and I knew exactly
what he was going to do. I drove back to St. Kilda with a sobbing
girl in the back and the image in my mind of a psycho boss beating
up some guy in a towel.
My decision was made. I needed some
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