NukeyNuke gets Nuked by Nookie
NukeyNuke,
I’ve been thinking about your comments for a while and need to get something off my chest, not to berate you, but to let you in on something that might help you out in the future.
First, let me say that I’ve been around AMP’s in Dallas and the P4P scene worldwide pretty regularly for the last 20 years. I don’t post much any more. Most of my posting activity was pre-’01. But I know these places well, both from the front side and from the back side of the business. I know what goes on in the back room and behind the curtain in all these places, and have known a good number of them (owners, managers, and girls) over the years.
Let’s not mince words; your actions had virtually NOTHING to do with getting good or bad service. Your actions were about your need to sexually assault someone. You had a need to physically abuse her, and used your poor service as an excuse. So don’t try to justify your actions from a customer service standpoint. By any reasonable measure, your recourse for receiving poor service was:
1) Complain to the girl
2) Complain to the manager
3) Refuse full payment
4) Never return to this establishment
5) Notify fellow mongers of your experience
Physically assaulting someone because you perceive poor service is pathological. I won’t go into comments on DC, or how things are done there versus here because I think even that path (while perhaps funny and potentially insulting to you) would be denigrating the seriousness of your inappropriateness.
But leaving the moral and ethical implications behind, and focusing purely on the practicalities, I think you should know a few things. You are never in control in these places. I know you only see a girl or two, and feel like the benevolent master. That’s the cultivated mirage for our pleasure. In actuality these girls are in control all the time. They know what they’re doing. And they’ve dealt with bigger and badder dudes than you or I many times.
Point blank: You’re luck. You got out of there lucky. You’re lucky she didn’t cry out and decided to just weather your little storm of anger. I’ve seen 20 or 30 of these, and never once did the guy win if she called for help. The only time they ever come out on the loosing end is if they try to deal with it themselves without calling for backup. SO they learn to call for help when they need it. And they get it. All it takes is one foul sound from a girl and the entire establishment instantly rushes in with a speed that never ceases to amaze me. As I said, I’ve probably been in 20 or 30 of these, and I’m constantly amazed at the speed at which these girls fly when they hear something (which often I haven’t even heard or noticed). It’s impressive. About 6 years ago I started trying to get there as fast as they did, if I was at a place where I knew everyone and was sitting in the back room eating or helping a TG pick out tile for a commercial building she was putting up in Bangkok, or something else. I’ve never been able to get to the door better than fifth or sixth. It amazes me. And never once have I needed to get in there to pull a guy off a girl. By the time I get there it’s always me needed to pull the girls off the guy and calm them down to at least find out what happened before they get him to the point where I end up having to carry the guy outside and stuff him into his car and get him started on his way alive. You see, the girls don’t go into the room and start asking questions. They don’t listen to your explanation, all they do is go in swinging (fists, feet, hammers, picture frames). They don’t have time to figure out if you were in the right or not. It never even crosses their minds. The only things that cross their minds are:
1) She needs help and what if that was me. 2) Am I going to lose face by not getting there quick enough and with fury enough to give these girls confidence to work with me.
You don’t stand a chance. As I said, you’re lucky.
I remember this one guy who gut lucky too. He didn’t even really do anything, but I got there quick enough to help him out. I pulled the girls off him and told them to back off (the owner and I are good friends and she was there and backed me up—sometimes these girls are a little hot-headed—he didn’t look like a rapist or fiend to me). The girl started screaming that he was trying to kill her. Again, I had to push them back because they all rushed him again. I asked again. Her complain was, in essence, that he didn’t stop FAST ENOUGH when the condom came off. That was it. This guy almost got jacked up for that. She got irate again and the owner came down on her like a lightning bolt. She almost dragged her out by the hair screaming at her for causing all the girls to worry for such a thing and almost getting this guy killed. The guy was afraid for me to leave while he got dressed. He was about a Hispanic kid, about 25, 250lbs 5’11" – 6’ and looked a lot like a Hispanic version of Dat Nguyen. He was ripped, with tats all up one arm and on his back. He was also shaking.
That was one event of an innumerable number.
But leaving the moral and ethical implications behind and leaving the practicalities behind, you’re still on the wrong side of this equation for another reason. As posters said before, "Karma".
So let me close by telling you point blank, if you ever pull that again around here, you won’t be so lucky a second time. And if I happen to be in the other room of some place getting my rocks off and I hear a kid getting his head beaten in by a mob of flying breasts, teeth, ankles, steak knives and water bottles I’m still going to rush in and see if a girl needs help, and if it looks like they’re over-reacting I’ll help pull them off of you for a second to evaluate. And next time I do I can assure you I’ll ask the guy "Nuke? , Is that you? ". And if it is, my next response will be "OK girls, he’s all yours".
