“Axelle Head Shot” fromwww.tituspowell.com Change the above model’s hair to long and dark, and you have a photo of a woman who looks much like the subject of this story, particularly in the eyes.
Saturday, August 2, 2008:
He’s sitting at the computer Saturday afternoon. He feels his life is over without Adriana. He has given up all others in her favor, and now he’s alone.
Then a message appears in the Platonic section of Craigslist:
Girl 2:35 PM: “any good guys wanna help me out – w4m – 23 (chicago and hott)”
Seneca 2:40 PM: “What’s the deal, honey?”
Girl 2:46 PM: “i think i want to just sell my gold that should give me the rest of the money to get it out but i need a ride around some places”
Seneca 2:51 PM: “Okay. I’ll drive you. I want nothing in return. I’m bored as hell. Call me at xxx-xxx-xxxx.”
They have a great conversation and he learns that her car was impounded on some minor violations. She wants to sell her gold jewelry to get the car out of the pound.
They exchange photos and he sees that she’s damn cute. It’s getting late, the pawn shops are closing, so she suggests dinner instead.
He heads up 294 to O’Hare, then inbound on the Kennedy, to pick her up. Pangs of feelings hit him as he passes Harlem, for Maggie lives just a few blocks north. He realizes that he must exit at Lawrence, head north on Cicero, than east on Foster, just as if he were picking Adriana up. That was very hard.
Pulling up to the three-flat brownstone where her daddy lives, unkempt and overgrown with shrubbery, he calls her on her cell phone. A little cutie with long dark hair comes out a side door and heads to the car. She’s smiling and very easy to talk to, and they head to Emilio’s on Ohio near the Lake.
In the car, she asks what he thinks of Jews. He responds that they are smarter, more gentle, and more liberal. He attempts to remember what Nietzsche wrote about the positive effects of Jews on the world, and she loves that.
He always knew that reading Nietzsche would come in handy one day!
At dinner, she avoids stating what she does for a living, other than she makes money in many different ways. He assumes she’s a hustler, and he is disappointed. She speaks of the jobs from which she’s been fired, generally for failure to report to work due to being up all night partying. He notices she can down liquor like a sailor in port.
She’s a little girl, with a small face and pretty features. Her forearm is toned, and her small hands are feminine.
The time of Truth has arrived. She takes his hand in her two small hands, looks him right in the eye with her big bluish-green eyes, and says:
Caron: “Mike, I want to get into the escort business.”
She is startled at the huge laugh she receives.
Seneca: “Honey, do you want to take calls yourself?”
Caron: “No. Being a Jew prevents me from taking calls!”
She confesses that she has misled him, for she already has two girls working under her, or should we say under her clients. She claims that she provides the highest level of service and that her girls are drop-dead gorgeous. He laughs when he hears the low hourly rate charged – $150. He is to discover that both girls are overpriced.
He is astounded at the fee split. Caron gets $100. The sex worker gets $50.
She gets her business by “word of mouth” and accepts clients by “intuition”. That is indeed the kiss of death, for law enforcement quickly identifies those who do not screen clients properly.
She knows nothing of the well-regarded Chicago screening agency “Room Service 2000″ and knows nothing of checking references with other pimps and escorts. She is an arrest waiting to happen.
Room Service 2000 (RS2K) is a website advertising the photos of available escorts. It was founded by a former escort now in her fifties. It does provide some special services.
The girls on the site are known to be legitimate escorts. They are not law enforcement officers entrapping johns and they are not con artists, such as those performing “cash and dash”, taking the john’s money and running. To advertise on the site, the woman must be recommended to RS2K by a known john. These are legitimate women offering an illegitimate activity. They can curl your toes!
Similarly, RS2K verifies that johns are legitimate fornicators. Registered johns are known not to be law enforcement officers or men who beat women. To be registered, the john must supply his real name, home address, work address, home phone number, work phone number, and a credit card billed to one of those addresses. The registration fee is a one-time charge of $50. Once a known escort tells RS2K that a registered john has performed intimate activities, that john is known to not be law enforcement. He is free to run wild with hundreds of girls advertising on RS2K.
Seneca is quite amused at the thought of such a young, little girl posing as a Chicago pimp. He is attracted to her intelligence and overall zaniness. Completely bored, he agrees to hang out with her this evening. Maybe he likes her a little too!
They go to this place and that, picking up mysterious things and dropping off small packages clandestinely. He parks the car in a dark spot. She disappears for ten minutes, then reappears. In addition to her other business interests, she’s an xtasy and weed dealer.
As professional as she believes she is, she lacks the cold crispness of a Maggie deal and the businesslike manner of the black gang related by blood controlling the crack trade on the west side. One feels a calmness and a security with Maggie and the black gang. With Caron, we are a bunch of amateurs asking to be arrested.
Bored on a Saturday night, okay?
He buys her a pint of Hennessy Cognac and is disappointed to find she’s an alcoholic. She drinks right from the bottle.
What demons lurk within?
They pick up one of her female subordinates. Vivi is black, age 30, with a perfect body. Vivi insists that she is Cuban, not black. Unfortunately, there is minimal demand for black women in the sex trade. Everyone wants the white girls, even the black guys, especially the black guys.
They next pick up her star performer, evidently the star because she is Puerto Rican and not yet old enough to drink. He is told he will be impressed with the size of this girl’s breasts. They forget to tell him the girl is huge in every dimension. As large as Arbella is, she is outweighed by her “issues”.
He is now stuck with a black girl…….. I mean, Cuban…….. who does seem to have some common sense and two terribly misguided white girls. He quickly developed affection for Caron, as she’s pretty, smart, and full of fire. Falling back into his old neurosis, he thinks he can “save” her. She says she is taken with Seneca, and wants to be in a relationship with him. He is so lonely with Adriana gone that he likes the idea.
She’s cute, okay???
He trys to pay part of the charge to get her car out of the pound ($200), and she refuses the money. She says she wants the relationship to be real.
The rear of his sedan has side and rear “curtains”, really black plastic window coverings with tiny see-through holes, installed at the factory. With the curtains up, they cruise Lake Shore Drive for a couple of hours from Sheridan Road all the way south to 55th Street, the girls dreaming of the riches to be made in illicit enterprises, while imbibing additional pints of Hennessy. Seneca realizes it’s going to take more than his goodwill to “save” this 23-year-old.
When the talk turns to the decision of the two white girls to register at the local junior college for the purpose of supplying weed and xtasy to the students, he decides he’s had enough. It ain’t funny anymore.
Seneca is still in touch with Caron, talking to her as recently as Sunday, September 28. She’s still in the same business and is still broke. She continues to express affection for him and he for her, but they only met that one time.
He so much wants to find out what happened to her to bring her to this state.
He does care for her,
and does realize an outsider cannot turn another’s life around.
She has so much to offer,
and her talents could not be more misdirected.
What went wrong?
