The Great Stolen Property Case (or, How to Win Enemies and Hate Friends)
[QUOTE=Johnballgame;1093821]Can you explain the 5-0 there and a receiving stolen property mishap at your building, that is what scares me from going.[/QUOTE]First off, thank you to everyone for your kind remarks. That includes SP, as she really did open my eyes to a few things. Thanks for the heads up, sister. Sincerely.
Now, about that question JBG asked. The short version (shocking, I know-you've seen my ads) is that a rival escort service sent one of their girls over to apply for employment. I knew she had worked for this agency before, but she said she wanted a fresh start.
So, she comes in, fills out the application and tells me that she has to go meet her cousin to pick up a few changes of clothing for a test shoot. I explain that my photographer, another escort and myself would be in front of the Clubhouse doing a shoot, and instructed her to call me when she returned. Off she goes.
We're out front, and my photographer walks inside to get an additional lens. Most of you remember that we were using the rear entrance of the building then. He walks out to find a police cruiser parked in the alley, and the applicant and her "cousin" standing next the cruiser speaking to a police officer. She had reported that her clothing was inside, and that I wouldn't let her inside to retrieve them. She'd been gone about 20 minutes, did not call me and we were still in front photographing when the officer arrived. Hello,"receiving stolen property" report.
She then launched into a tirade about how I was running an illegal escort agency. Her "cousin" turned out to be the "CEO" (she claimed) of this rival agency, and "knew" that A. B. E was unlicensed. My photographer walked the officer to the rear door and pointed out what anyone who has been to the Clubhouse can see posted prominently on the kitchen wall: A. B. E's 2010 Escort Bureau License.
The officer asked where the applicant's clothing was located, handed the girl her bag and escorted (no pun intended) her narrow butt off the premises.
End of episode. Questions?
Epilogue: As the officer led them away, my photographer yelled "Tell [name of proprietor of rival agency] A. B. E says 'FUCK YOU! '", if you'll pardon my (well, his) French.
They stomped off empty handed and client-less.