Jack said. “And we need boots on the ground. I want agents and MPD detectives out there talking to her friends, teachers, neighbors. If we’re lucky, somebody’s heard of this escort agency, Discretion. Anna, what’s it say about them on that porn site you’ve got the taxpayers paying for?”
“TrickAdviser?” Anna said. “Not much. There’s no contact information for Discretion, and they don’t advertise on Backpage or Eros. I’m guessing they get all their business through referrals. But I can tell you who their most prolific client is.”
Anna pivoted her chair so she was facing the unrestricted computer and logged on to TrickAdviser. With a few clicks, she got to the profile of “Sasha.” She scrolled through as she spoke. “It’s the world’s oldest profession, but they’ve adopted modern methods. The first man who reviews an escort creates her profile on TrickAdviser, not the woman or her agency. The guy fills out a macro and inputs all of her vital statistics, says what she’s willing to do, how much she charges. So the first reviewer is critical. Agencies can be very particular about who gets that first appointment. Look at Caroline’s first review.”
Jack and Sam stood behind her. The first review of Sasha was written by someone with the screen name BigBoy89. He had given her a 10 in both the “appearance” and “performance” categories. Anna clicked on his full review.
General Details: Every once in a while you meet a girl so amazing, it makes you wonder why you bother with any other providers. Tonight, I met that girl. Madeleine told me Sasha was something special, and as usual, she didn’t exaggerate. Sasha arrived at my place on time, and when I opened the door, I was knocked out. I expected beauty, given the price, but this girl should be a centerfold. Sports Illustrated Swimsuit, not Hustler. Nothing fake about her, no silicone or spray tan, just all-natural girl-next-door beauty. She’s exactly what every hobbyist hopes for—the chance to bask in a gorgeous creature you’d never be able to do in real life. She came into my house and greeted me with a passionate DFK. I was getting hard already. VIPs, read on . . .
“What’s a DFK?” Jack asked.
“Deep French kiss,” Anna said. “One of the more innocent acronyms on this site.”
“Who are the VIPs?” Sam asked.
“Anyone can look at a limited amount of information. But if you want the really down-and-dirty stuff, you have to be a VIP member. Guys get VIP status by paying or writing reviews. For every review a guy writes, he gets fifteen days of VIP access. Otherwise, it costs a hundred and fifty dollars a year.”
“So these guys write up their crimes just to avoid a small fee?” Jack asked.
“No. I think they do it because they get off on it.” Anna clicked on the link for the VIP information.
The Juicy Details: Personally, I could’ve done her right there at the front door, but I knew this was her first time out, and I can be intimidating. I took her into the living room and we talked for a couple minutes. She said she was nervous, but I was someone she’d want to get to know outsidethe hobby. I know this is the schtick, guys, but she was so convincing, I almost believed her. After a few minutes, she’s the one who started undressing me. I’ve been with some rookies who you have to lead through every step, like training a new horse, but this girl was amazing—hot to trot, couldn’t wait to take my clothes off, I didn’t have to use the spurs at all. Pretty soon we were both naked, and she’s got a smoking-hot body. Now, here’s where I would normally give you all the juicy details. But I gotta tell you, we connected in a way that was so amazing, I don’t want to cheapen it by posting the details here. Can you believe I’m saying that? I know some of you will be disappointed. What can I say? Life isn’t fair. Long story short: It was amazing. Hands down, the best experience I’ve had
“TrickAdviser?” Anna said. “Not much. There’s no contact information for Discretion, and they don’t advertise on Backpage or Eros. I’m guessing they get all their business through referrals. But I can tell you who their most prolific client is.”
Anna pivoted her chair so she was facing the unrestricted computer and logged on to TrickAdviser. With a few clicks, she got to the profile of “Sasha.” She scrolled through as she spoke. “It’s the world’s oldest profession, but they’ve adopted modern methods. The first man who reviews an escort creates her profile on TrickAdviser, not the woman or her agency. The guy fills out a macro and inputs all of her vital statistics, says what she’s willing to do, how much she charges. So the first reviewer is critical. Agencies can be very particular about who gets that first appointment. Look at Caroline’s first review.”
Jack and Sam stood behind her. The first review of Sasha was written by someone with the screen name BigBoy89. He had given her a 10 in both the “appearance” and “performance” categories. Anna clicked on his full review.
General Details: Every once in a while you meet a girl so amazing, it makes you wonder why you bother with any other providers. Tonight, I met that girl. Madeleine told me Sasha was something special, and as usual, she didn’t exaggerate. Sasha arrived at my place on time, and when I opened the door, I was knocked out. I expected beauty, given the price, but this girl should be a centerfold. Sports Illustrated Swimsuit, not Hustler. Nothing fake about her, no silicone or spray tan, just all-natural girl-next-door beauty. She’s exactly what every hobbyist hopes for—the chance to bask in a gorgeous creature you’d never be able to do in real life. She came into my house and greeted me with a passionate DFK. I was getting hard already. VIPs, read on . . .
“What’s a DFK?” Jack asked.
“Deep French kiss,” Anna said. “One of the more innocent acronyms on this site.”
“Who are the VIPs?” Sam asked.
“Anyone can look at a limited amount of information. But if you want the really down-and-dirty stuff, you have to be a VIP member. Guys get VIP status by paying or writing reviews. For every review a guy writes, he gets fifteen days of VIP access. Otherwise, it costs a hundred and fifty dollars a year.”
“So these guys write up their crimes just to avoid a small fee?” Jack asked.
“No. I think they do it because they get off on it.” Anna clicked on the link for the VIP information.
The Juicy Details: Personally, I could’ve done her right there at the front door, but I knew this was her first time out, and I can be intimidating. I took her into the living room and we talked for a couple minutes. She said she was nervous, but I was someone she’d want to get to know outsidethe hobby. I know this is the schtick, guys, but she was so convincing, I almost believed her. After a few minutes, she’s the one who started undressing me. I’ve been with some rookies who you have to lead through every step, like training a new horse, but this girl was amazing—hot to trot, couldn’t wait to take my clothes off, I didn’t have to use the spurs at all. Pretty soon we were both naked, and she’s got a smoking-hot body. Now, here’s where I would normally give you all the juicy details. But I gotta tell you, we connected in a way that was so amazing, I don’t want to cheapen it by posting the details here. Can you believe I’m saying that? I know some of you will be disappointed. What can I say? Life isn’t fair. Long story short: It was amazing. Hands down, the best experience I’ve had
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