 < ___________________ > Hooker Scams - A True Story < ___________________ >
  \___________________<           by Mad Leon        >____________________/

	This is a true story. This occured roughly 10 years ago when I was
but a young teen deviant, happy to spend the day smoking pot and lounging 
around my friend's house. Back then, me and my buddy Mark used to hang out at
this guy Travis' house. His sister and mother also lived there. His mom was 
never there, his sister was always there. We would chill there for hours each
day before venturing out to cause trouble. So, while bored one morning, the 
following transpired. 

	So, his sister and I would chill and watch morning television each 
day while smoking joints. Unproductive yes? I realized that and began 
thumbing through the local newspapers. Youknow those weekly rags that have 
nothing interesting in them and are a total waste of paper. Well, Iwould 
peruse the Classifieds, looking for a slack job. One day, they began running
"massage escort" ads. These were clearly hookers using a new venue to get the
word out. We began fooling around by calling them and getting price quotes.
It was obvious that they were hookers once you got the prices. 

So, once bored with this I began to notice that all their contacts were pager
numbers. 10 years ago, there wasn't an abundance of cell phones, shit there 
wasn't even call display. This is one of the reasons this could never be 
pulled off nowadays. Anyways, I was extremely bored watching Travis' sisters 
soap operas all day so I began hacking the pager passwords. Surprisingly 
enough, most of the ho's used simple codes, such as the last 4 digits of the
pager number or simple codes like 1111. Now I had access to their messages. 

We became obsessed with their messages from horny men. After a week of 
monitoring the calls, it became apparent the busiest time for a hooker is 
lunch time as ugly assed construction workers can bow out for a quickie 
without anyone knowing. We decided it was time to take advantage of the 
situation.

Our main hooker was named Angel and was very very popular. She had a great 
ad that caused alot of horny newbies to dial her up and see what was up. This
began our new work week. We would wake at about 10am and get Travis' sister
prepped. I would then login and get the messages. They would then be deleted.
We would have Travis' sister call the John and explain the situation. 

The John was told that the overall price was $200 for the full hour. They 
all agreed to this. She then told them that since it was illegal for her to
have money handed to her for sexual services she had a unique way to handle 
this. The John had to meet her little brother outside the area and then give
him half the money. In return, he gets the address to the apartment. They 
would then leave the other half of the money in the bathroom once the hour 
was complete. They all agreed to this. 

The 3rd guy, either Mark or Travis, would be the runner. He would meet the 
John in an area heavily populated with small apartment buildings. He would
have in his hands a piece of paper with an apartment address. The only catch
was, the address was for an apartment that did not exist. The address would 
be real, but the apartment number would be for a floor that doesn't exist. 
So, after exchanging the money for the address the runner does what he does
best, runs! I would remain behind to monitor the John's dissatisfaction at 
being given a bum address.

This always worked to perfection over the summer with each of us pulling in 
roughly $3000 over the next 3 months. We did roughly 2-3 a day and they all 
went off without a hitch. We would receive very angry messages on Angel's 
pager which would be quickly deleted. She didn't know wtf was going on and
her reputation was going down the tubes. She did catch on after awhile though
but didn't know how to track us down. She would leave messages on her own 
pager about how she would have our balls cut off and whatnot, this only 
further enticed us. She changed her passwords but obviously she wasn't too 
bright (being a prostitute gave that away) and would change it to a code 
that wouldn't take me too long to crack. 

After the summer was over, we had a few new "accounts" to take advantage of 
but like all good things, it started to come to an end. Travis' sister wasn't
interested in being a phone ho and our runners were starting to become
uncomfortable. They were worried about a sting and getting the tar beaten out
of them by some sexually deprived old man. I didn't blame them really. 

So about a year later, my buddy Mark and I wanted to do one more, as we were
short on cash to pay for our ganja addiction. I began the task of hacking a 
new account. Once secured, we setup a night time meeting. I did this in a 
girl's voice (I have a very deep voice) and incredibly, the John fell for it.
We had the John meet Mark outside this really seedy hotel with the apartment
building behind the hotel. This was a fly by the pants run so we tried to be
somewhat prepared. I awaited at the end of Mark's escape route with a 
baseball bat in hand in case things went wrong. 

I watched as a big biker pulled up to Mark. They began walking to the
apartment building. This was bad as the runner is not supposed to accompany 
the John! As they approached the building Mark bolted for his escape route. 
I watched from around the corner as the John chased after him, envelope of 
money in his tubby hands. The escape route was a long grass hill that had a 
good slope. As the John approached the slippery slope, he did a header and 
landed awkwardly. Mark turned around, grabbed the envelope from the injured 
biker and bolted. I tossed the baseball bat, happy I didn't have to cave his 
face in. We escaped and bought our ganja which helped restore our heart rates
to normal. 

After this though, we knew it was over. It would of been way to risky to 
start it up again and once we thought about it, we were content to know we 
made some good money on a victimless crime. Were the John's going to go to 
the cops? No. Were the prostitutes? Fat chance. Some people that I have told 
this story too believe I may be responsible for a few hookers deaths in
Vancouver, due to this. It could be true, who knows. I do not regret being 
the mastermind behind the Hooker Scams and if given the chance, would do it 
all over again. The only thing I regret was not fucking Travis' sister. She 
was a fine piece of ass. 

					--- Mad Leon <madlion@home.com>
