reverse of the client/escort gotcha question.

[sincitymix]

There have been a few threads about Escorts meeting clients, only to be busted by a sting. That got me to wondering, as a client.. have there ever been instances when the Escort in question turns out to be LE? i guess a sort of reverse role operation?

[Irtwo]

There was huge sting about 3 years ago that did that. The LE placed a male escort ad in Backpage (NY) and arrested the clients who showed up. Thread about it here:

 

http://www.companyofmen.org/threads/104-guys-busted-in-long-island-new-york-prostitution-sting.93572/

[LADoug1]

What are the legal ramifications of getting arrested for solicitation these days? Any legal advice?

[+ quoththeraven]

No, it is not entrapment. Entrapment is the police getting a person to commit a crime the person wouldn't otherwise have gotten involved in.

 

http://www.lectlaw.com/def/e024.htm

[down_to_business]

Entrapment:

 

http://famewatcher.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/real-police-hunks-shirtless-north-charleston-for-special-olympics-k-gorman.jpg

 

Sending this cop out undercover, shirtless, into a public restroom where he feigns interest in you and you would never normally do such a thing in public but you can't help your self, smile back at him and are arrested on the spot.

[sincitymix]

No, it is not entrapment. Entrapment is the police getting a person to commit a crime the person wouldn't otherwise have gotten involved in.

 

http://www.lectlaw.com/def/e024.htm

 

I think someone used the defense.. "the guy in the picture was so hot i couldnt help myself" The judge agreed and the defendant was found not guilty. i need to find that news article.

[+ quoththeraven]

I think someone used the defense.. "the guy in the picture was so hot i couldnt help myself" The judge agreed and the defendant was found not guilty. i need to find that news article.

 

I find it really hard to believe the judge actually bought that as opposed to being pissed at having her or his time wasted.

[Lookin]

. . . as a client.. have there ever been instances when the Escort in question turns out to be LE?

 

Only once, and I’ll never forget it. http://www.boytoy.com/forums/public/style_emoticons/default/whistle.png

 

It was a long time ago, when I was new to all this, and I found a guy in back of one of the bar magazines. I called and set up a one hour appointment the next day at the hotel where he was staying. They let me go right up and I was nervous as hell when I knocked on his room door.

 

He swung it open, pulled me in and sat me down on the bed. He starts asking me what I want to do and I’m stuttering around, until I finally got out “Maybe some rolling around?” He had the handcuffs on me and his badge in my face before I got my shades off. http://www.texaspoker.dk/sites/all/modules/smileys/packs/Roving/glasses.png

 

He told me I was his sixth arrest that day, and he’d been running the operation all week. Of course, I was scared shitless and asked him what happened next. He told me that it was up to me and I could pick the hard way or the easy way. The hard way was waiting till he had two more collars and then spend the night in jail and see the judge the next day, and the easy way was being cooperative. I told him I’d like to be cooperative and asked him the best way to do that.

 

I finally saw his first smile and he told me I could start by giving him three hundred dollars cash. I’m certainly no fan of police corruption, but I figured this was no time to be picky, so I reached in my pocket and gave him three one-hundred dollar bills. He pockets the money and then throws his badge on the bed, and some smelly old rag and tells me to polish it. He says he’ll be in the next room making some phone calls and to let him know when I was finished. I was still plenty nervous, so I rubbed it till I could see my face in it, and told him I was done.

 

I guess I did a good job because then he went and got another rag and told me to start polishing his boots. I waited for him to take them off and then he asked me what the hell I was waiting for and that he was keeping them on so he could make sure I was doing it right. So I got down on the floor as he sat on the edge of the bed and supervised while I spit-shined his boots.

 

This was my first police sting so I didn’t have anything to measure it by but I was really surprised when he pulled my head up from his boots and shoved it between his legs. He had his fly down before I could ask what he was doing, and then my mouth was full for the next twenty minutes. He finally groaned and pushed me away and told me to clear out before his four o’clock appointment got here. I told him I was his four o’clock appointment and that it was now ten minutes to five.

 

He seemed surprised and told me he thought I was his three o’clock appointment, the boot slave with a thing for cops. Nope, I told him, I’m the first-timer that likes getting tickled. Then he checked his little book and said it was no wonder the last guy wasn’t laughing when he left.

 

Anyway, I got out of there without going to jail and never quite believing what a close call I had. I got to wondering if it really was a real sting and decided to check it out by showing up at four o'clock the next day, but got another big surprise when I tried opening the door.

 

Apparently the cops must have pulled up stakes when the Shriners convention checked in. http://www.boytoy.com/forums/public/style_emoticons/default/rolleyes.gif

 

http://www.mmproductions.fi/kuvat/Latvia/113_1312.JPG

[bigvalboy]

Only once, and I’ll never forget it. http://www.boytoy.com/forums/public/style_emoticons/default/whistle.png

 

It was a long time ago, when I was new to all this, and I found a guy in back of one of the bar magazines. I called and set up a one hour appointment the next day at the hotel where he was staying. They let me go right up and I was nervous as hell when I knocked on his room door.

 

He swung it open, pulled me in and sat me down on the bed. He starts asking me what I want to do and I’m stuttering around, until I finally got out “Maybe some rolling around?” He had the handcuffs on me and his badge in my face before I got my shades off. http://www.texaspoker.dk/sites/all/modules/smileys/packs/Roving/glasses.png

 

He told me I was his sixth arrest that day, and he’d been running the operation all week. Of course, I was scared shitless and asked him what happened next. He told me that it was up to me and I could pick the hard way or the easy way. The hard way was waiting till he had two more collars and then spend the night in jail and see the judge the next day, and the easy way was being cooperative. I told him I’d like to be cooperative and asked him the best way to do that.

 

I finally saw his first smile and he told me I could start by giving him three hundred dollars cash. I’m certainly no fan of police corruption, but I figured this was no time to be picky, so I reached in my pocket and gave him three one-hundred dollar bills. He pockets the money and then throws his badge on the bed, and some smelly old rag and tells me to polish it. He says he’ll be in the next room making some phone calls and to let him know when I was finished. I was still plenty nervous, so I rubbed it till I could see my face in it, and told him I was done.

 

I guess I did a good job because then he went and got another rag and told me to start polishing his boots. I waited for him to take them off and then he asked me what the hell I was waiting for and that he was keeping them on so he could make sure I was doing it right. So I got down on the floor as he sat on the edge of the bed and supervised while I spit-shined his boots.

 

This was my first police sting so I didn’t have anything to measure it by but I was really surprised when he pulled my head up from his boots and shoved it between his legs. He had his fly down before I could ask what he was doing, and then my mouth was full for the next twenty minutes. He finally groaned and pushed me away and told me to clear out before his four o’clock appointment got here. I told him I was his four o’clock appointment and that it was now ten minutes to five.

 

He seemed surprised and told me he thought I was his three o’clock appointment, the boot slave with a thing for cops. Nope, I told him, I’m the first-timer that likes getting tickled. Then he checked his little book and said it was no wonder the last guy wasn’t laughing when he left.

 

Anyway, I got out of there without going to jail and never quite believing what a close call I had. I got to wondering if it really was a real sting and decided to check it out by showing up at four o'clock the next day, but got another big surprise when I tried opening the door.

 

Apparently the cops must have pulled up stakes when the Shriners convention checked in. http://www.boytoy.com/forums/public/style_emoticons/default/rolleyes.gif

 

http://www.mmproductions.fi/kuvat/Latvia/113_1312.JPG

 

 

"That was hot"

[sincitymix]

I find it really hard to believe the judge actually bought that as opposed to being pissed at having her or his time wasted.

i am determined to find that news article.

 

I found it!

http://articles.sun-sentinel.com/2004-01-22/news/0401220241_1_nahum-police-officer-judge-lebow

[+ quoththeraven]

i am determined to find that news article.

 

I found it!

http://articles.sun-sentinel.com/2004-01-22/news/0401220241_1_nahum-police-officer-judge-lebow

 

It was a drug charge. That explains it.

[sincitymix]

It was a drug charge. That explains it.

yeah, but i had the general gist of it lol. I am now super curious on what this cop looks like to get a judge to officially put on the record how hot he is

[+ Gar1eth]

Only once, and I’ll never forget it. http://www.boytoy.com/forums/public/style_emoticons/default/whistle.png

 

It was a long time ago, when I was new to all this, and I found a guy in back of one of the bar magazines. I called and set up a one hour appointment the next day at the hotel where he was staying. They let me go right up and I was nervous as hell when I knocked on his room door.

 

He swung it open, pulled me in and sat me down on the bed. He starts asking me what I want to do and I’m stuttering around, until I finally got out “Maybe some rolling around?” He had the handcuffs on me and his badge in my face before I got my shades off. http://www.texaspoker.dk/sites/all/modules/smileys/packs/Roving/glasses.png

 

He told me I was his sixth arrest that day, and he’d been running the operation all week. Of course, I was scared shitless and asked him what happened next. He told me that it was up to me and I could pick the hard way or the easy way. The hard way was waiting till he had two more collars and then spend the night in jail and see the judge the next day, and the easy way was being cooperative. I told him I’d like to be cooperative and asked him the best way to do that.

 

I finally saw his first smile and he told me I could start by giving him three hundred dollars cash. I’m certainly no fan of police corruption, but I figured this was no time to be picky, so I reached in my pocket and gave him three one-hundred dollar bills. He pockets the money and then throws his badge on the bed, and some smelly old rag and tells me to polish it. He says he’ll be in the next room making some phone calls and to let him know when I was finished. I was still plenty nervous, so I rubbed it till I could see my face in it, and told him I was done.

 

I guess I did a good job because then he went and got another rag and told me to start polishing his boots. I waited for him to take them off and then he asked me what the hell I was waiting for and that he was keeping them on so he could make sure I was doing it right. So I got down on the floor as he sat on the edge of the bed and supervised while I spit-shined his boots.

 

This was my first police sting so I didn’t have anything to measure it by but I was really surprised when he pulled my head up from his boots and shoved it between his legs. He had his fly down before I could ask what he was doing, and then my mouth was full for the next twenty minutes. He finally groaned and pushed me away and told me to clear out before his four o’clock appointment got here. I told him I was his four o’clock appointment and that it was now ten minutes to five.

 

He seemed surprised and told me he thought I was his three o’clock appointment, the boot slave with a thing for cops. Nope, I told him, I’m the first-timer that likes getting tickled. Then he checked his little book and said it was no wonder the last guy wasn’t laughing when he left.

 

Anyway, I got out of there without going to jail and never quite believing what a close call I had. I got to wondering if it really was a real sting and decided to check it out by showing up at four o'clock the next day, but got another big surprise when I tried opening the door.

 

Apparently the cops must have pulled up stakes when the Shriners convention checked in. http://www.boytoy.com/forums/public/style_emoticons/default/rolleyes.gif

 

http://www.mmproductions.fi/kuvat/Latvia/113_1312.JPG

 

I am not sure I understand all this. Am I correct in thinking he wasn't a police guy just an escort doing a scene?

 

And what's with this picture? You went back to the room, knocked on the door, and a total stranger let you in to take a picture?

 

Gman