I am an arse! Normally I only spend my hard earned at LMP. But the break was just too long. Was tempted away, and paid the price. Blew my fun budget for this month.
Read on…
Came across an impressive looking profile on AW - http://www.adultwork.com/659052.
Email exchange followed. Then “she” directs me to http://www.executiveencounters.synthasite.com “who take my bookings”. Should have smelled a rat at this point. Still, I pressed on…
Called them. Pleasant chat. Directed to a meet in a hotel bar with the agency owner. Was warned that he might be chatting with another client when I arrived so I should hold back. (Nice touch for added authenticity).
Did as I was told. Lo and behold, it was sleazy Bobby, ex of Gentlemens Relish Parties - the one with the dodgy dentistry! Still, a familiar face…
He recognised me, and we chatted for ten minutes - apparently the girl had just arrived, and needed ten minutes to get ready. No problem for me.
We talked about Gentlemens Relish and the party scene now - Lady Marmalade, Sacred Rose and so on. He certainly knew his stuff - even how sorry he was that Moss had been off sick for a while. At this point I’m relaxing…
Then he tells me about his own site, and the parties they will be doing at the end of January. Low ratios, luxurious dressing gowns, decent food, “Much better than any of the rivals” - the whole bit.
And then - the sucker punch…
He checks his phone. “She’s ready. And we pay in advance, down here. That way, everything is legal and above board...” And I bought it. Doh! Ordinarily, I’m a cynical so-and-so, and there’s no way I’d have gone for it. But I knew this guy, and the scam was very, very polished.
So I hand over the cash - £100 for a promised 30 minutes. And he keeps going - she’s new, so be polite… I’ll be down here and you can give me feedback afterwards over a beer… You gotta hand it to the guy - he was good.
He gave me the room number. Half way up I began to realise how dodgy it all looked. I knocked at the door. A female voice asked me who was there - my faith was temporarily restored. I gave my name. “I think you may have the wrong room...” The saving grace in all of this was that whoever was in the room didn’t actually open the door.
Yes, I went back to the bar immediately. No, he wasn’t there. No, he didn’t answer the phone. Yes I felt like an arse.
So please be nice to me in February.
