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A Hard-Boiled reporter seesPerversion in the Citythrough the fictional eyes of Paul Malone

 Last Friday The New Takhoman printed the second story in a series of Paul Malone investigations about escort services operating in Tacoma without city licensing and oversight.

What follows is the third installment of what can only be called an unregulated sex for hire cliffhanger.

A week had gone by.

No word from Councilwoman Connie.

Alaska Street escort service fifteen years in business. City of Tacoma tax coffers zero.

Politicians move slow.

I don’t.

My name is Paul Malone. I publish a Sin City expose several council members claim they don’t read.

Politicians are also liars.

I punched 253-475-5332 into the Ameche.

A woman answered.

“Good evening. How may I help you”, she purred.

Told her I saw their ad in the Trib. Said I needed some arm candy for a formal gig.

“We don’t do parties”, the kitten meowed. “We only do one-on-one.”

She rang off.

I’d been handed a hairball.

The blower sprung a leak. “Tacoma Confidential off the record, on the Q.T. and very confidential”, I intoned.

“Hey Malone! Ya ready for more dirt on how Allicia’s operates?”

It was Bud White. He’s one canary that doesn’t need bird seed to sing.

I’m Paul Malone and I’m listening”, I razzed.

He proceeded to give me the low down.

“You have an owner, a manager and phone operators. Simple, clean and neat Malone. The operator screens the calls. She asks your name, address and phone number. If you don’t proceed their response is a quick hang-up. If the information is provided, they call back after verifying your answers.

“Voila! You’re in their records. Now you simply have to state your name and give a credit card number to get laid. It’s clear they know who you are and where you live. If you’re inclined to rat them out you’d take the heat of having used a prostitution service.”

I let him rattle on. The man knows his stuff. 

“Next you’re given the descriptions of girls in as much detail as you desire. Fleur-de-lis? Verified customers can ask for specific sexual services of any explicit nature. The more bizarre the services the more likely management would be contacted with the request.”

White took his tableau to the next step.

“The next level is the drivers or ‘bodyguards’. They zip the prostitutes around town to perform sexual acts with several different men during the evening. On arrival she is required to call in to verify that she has arrived and to confirm the situation is safe. Ergo the bodyguard doesn’t have to bust the door down. While she’s there, there’s an implied threat that some thug is lurking outside the door. Once the services are complete, she calls back for the bodyguard to come pick her up. Specific records are kept as to who you screwed and your sexual preferences.”

For a man in my position those records would be a goldmine of Wendell Brown civic service.

White continued to spew. No hairballs here.

“Charge for services is $160 an hour. The woman performing these services receives $80. That’s substantially better than working at Mickey D’s. Twenty goes to the driver and the remainder goes to the escort service. These women also have a chance to make tips. I suspect the tips are based on the willingness to engage in bizarre sex acts.”

I asked White if these people hadn’t heard of inflation and the Consumer Price Index as he said he was quoting 2001 prices.

He said the charges on the credit card show up as some security service. “See if your wife or boss can swallow that hairball”, he spat.

“This has to be a big dollar industry. They take out large phone book ads and put ads in the local newspaper. These are expensive. “On a good night one of these girls could take in up to $800. But the implications of what that money represents are disgusting. This industry rewards promiscuity and the willingness to degrade oneself. I wonder how a woman could even do such a job without drugs.”

Bud the true defender of women to the end.

“Unless caught red-handed, the owners of such a service would deny that these girls are being sent for sexual activities. They try to pose themselves as being a regular escort service. That explains the contracts the girls sign when they are hired. They indicate that they could be fired if they engage in acts of prostitution. They sign the contract while at the same time management is encouraging them to engage in sexual acts. Another excuse would be that we just send the girls out and it’s a decision between consenting adults as to whether or not to have sex. However such a defense as a contract really does not pass the lab rat test. What can be said about this industry and this place in particular is that it is simply organized crime. Did I hear RICO, TPD? Is there such a thing as a legitimate escort service?  Allicia’s Escort Service has had more than one brush with the law and should be known to our local law enforcement agencies. In fact, this particular escort service was publicly entangled in a very heinous murder.”

Coming next Friday is The Roberta Elmore case; a story of manipulation, murder, and perjury; a crime of conspiracy to commit murder emulating from the crime of sex for money.

Respectfully submitted by

Paul Malone

(To be continued next Friday.)

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