Speaker 1: What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. In this episode, we're going to pick up
where we left off with Virginia Robert's memoir The Billionaires
Playboy Club, Chapter seven. A knock came to my apartment
door one lazy afternoon while we were in Palm Beach.
I looked through the people and I didn't recognize the
once familiar face. I asked from behind the closed door,
who is it. The voice of the reply was one
I wasn't anticipating to ever hear again. It was my
junior high crush and childhood friend TJ. The last time
I saw him, I was a runaway and he had
let me stay at his house for a few days,
telling his parents nothing. He kept me hidden away in
his room. At nightfall, he said to knock on his
window and I could jump through and stay the night
until I was picked up by the authorities during school
hours and questioned why I wasn't in school. They did
some resourcing, finding out I was a runaway, then delivered
me back to my angry parents. Oh my god, you
finally answer your girl. And then a whirlwind TJ storm
back into my life, even moving into my apartment secretly
within two weeks of his arrival. He had changed so
much from the last time I had seen him. He
used to be this hard looking rocker type. Now he
was cleaned up, wearing preppy clothes and shooting out tupac lyrics.
He had the same old, big brown eyes, though, and
when he told me he had heard I was back
in town, but he was unable to ever get a
hold of me. He just kept knocking at my door
every so often. I was told how sweet I thought
he must care about me if he was so intent
on approaching me, not even thinking he would have spoken
to the girls from our junior high circle that would
have mentioned to him that I was back in town,
what I was doing, and where to find me. We
were a drug induced romance which budded from fake emotions.
The effects made us feel he got what he wanted,
a free ride and not having to work, and I
got what I deserved, a man who could let me
go away with this multi billionaire I regarded as my
second boyfriend. I didn't want to alarm Jeffrey in me
having a boyfriend, so I kept it quiet until during
a massage I was giving them one afternoon, we were
having a conversation about some of my friends, the party
girls that I had brought in to meet them. Jeffrey
started asking questions about what kind of drugs that they used.
Hearing them speak about it in his presence, I thought
a person on drugs would be all strung out and
looking like hell. But the girls, you know, they look great,
he stated, face down during the massage. That's when I
told him I had been dabbling in ecstasy lately too,
and I thought it was the most amazing feeling one
could ever fathom. I tried to describe the euphoric feelings
it gave me, and even joke with them about wanting
to pet anything furry that was around, and that there
was a constant need to flick my tongue ring around
in my mouth. It was great having such an open
conversation about things Jeffrey had never experienced before, and he
seemed okay with everything. I was ellenum as we were
having a good laugh together, so I thought I could
push it a bit further and tell him the truth
about TJ. Since it was bound to come out sooner
than later, I'd rather not the latter, when it would
look even worse that I kept the truth from him
for so long. Well, why were you opening up about
things together? I continued by saying, I had met someone
from my past and we had been hanging out a
lot lately. When I haven't been traveling with you, I've
been with him, and I was wondering if you mind
it if I started to see this guy. He started
to laugh out loud. Are you serious? Of course not.
No one in this world is monogamous. Why would I
expect you to be. I was smitten with relief, but
a little bit disheartened when I heard him speak that way,
and I wondered to myself if he had his own
personal encounter with heartache. Of course, the evening concluded the
same way that had always had, the only reason that
I was even there in the first place. Upon his request,
I straddled him on top of the table and let
him explode with pleasure inside of me, thinking the entire
time about TJ. I felt so terrible, but I quickly
had to wipe the thoughts of my guilt from my
mind not to give Jeffrey the wrong impression. So I
had myself busy with two men in my life. But
that's not what I really wanted for myself. I wanted
an occupation that would eventually set me free from depending
on a man as my source of survival. I asked
Jeffrey before I left for the evening when my real
training was going to begin, and he liked my assertiveness.
I thought it meant to him that I was going
to be taking my job with him seriously, but it
was all part of his master plan to keep me
by his side. Within a couple of weeks of my persistence,
Jeffrey introduced me to a couple of real working massage therapists,
not only with credentials, but with their own clientele too.
I was in awe of their teachings. It all made
so much sense about the body and what they were saying.
I felt like I had picked myself up out of
the lurches and had a direction again. I was in
the middle of another training session with Jeffrey the recipient,
as usual, being it was rare for Glen to ask
for a massage, unless, of course, it was for Jeffrey's
own pleasure. To watch the punchline of the session when
I was shocked to hear Jeffrey ask one of the
therapists to now remove her shirt. He had no shame,
I thought, even though she was above his usual age criteria,
she was still a pretty woman in her early thirties
with curly blonde hair and an athletic body for a
mother of two children. She didn't hesitate at his request.
It looked like something out of a role playing porn scene,
with the therapist removing her white uniform to reveal her
beautiful nude body and a much darker side to her personality.
I couldn't believe it at first. It was such a
state of shock, and I began to question myself if
this was normal in the massage profession to expect this
kind of client tele to request such degrading tasks, even
though they were professionals. At the end of the session,
she was paid three hundred dollars an additional one hundred
for helping to train me as well, and I was
paid my usual two hundred dollars. When we were both
invited to Jeffrey to join them out by the pool
for a cool dip, with Jeffrey making a few phone
calls while her and I undressed again for a swim.
I wanted to ask her a few personal questions about
what she's come to learn about the massage therapy game,
but I never got the chance as we were joined
by Glain. Moments later. She was asking how my training
was going and booked the therapist in for herself the
following morning, where she was invited back to do another
training session with me. It didn't take me long to
figure out why I was at my apartment when I
received the phone call from Jeffrey. I thought it was
the usual call to come to his house, but he
surprised me. Instead, I was going to the exclusive hotel
in Palm Beach tonight. The Breakers, where I'd be meeting
my first ever clients, only told their first names. I
was given some instructions and the address where to meet
Glenn and Eva. They were a married couple with one
on the way. I was quite concerned when I heard
that she was pregnant, being I really didn't know the
body that well and I didn't want to inflict any
wrongdoing on the unborn baby. But Jeffrey insisted I take
the job, just massage or gently where she wants to
be rubbed, and save all of the energy for Glenn's
massage since it was going to be a four hour
job in an emphasized tone of voice. I was going
to be coached by Jeffrey to treat Glenn with exactly
whatever he wanted, just like I do for Jeffrey himself.
It was my last bit of preparation before he sent
me out to his friends, and my first taste of
responsibility and upholding his reputation. At around seven pm, I
took a taxi to the address I was given and
found them on the residential side of the giant hotel's
extensive property. When I arrived in their apartment, it was
a far cry from the lavish place I was expecting.
Still really nice, but had a cozier family feel to it.
It was just beginning to get dark when Eva and
I went into the master bedroom and she undressed her
reveal the first naked pregnant body I had ever seen.
It was fascinating to see her in the later stages
of maternity, and strangely enough, it was a miraculous and
wonderful sight. She was a former model and one of
Jeffrey's many entourages from his past that had gotten too
old for his taste and was married off to a
wealthy colleague of his. Lying down on the bed, I
adjusted the pillows to try to make her more comfortable
and began to massage as Jeffrey had instructed me to
softly and slowly so at ease with her nude body.
She even asked me to massage her swelling breasts in
a non sexual way, not knowing any other way but
that way. I was trying to oblige in her request,
doing the very best I could to relieve her, but
couldn't help but giggle to myself at the very sight
of this. She said she was very happy at the
end of the massage and rolled over to go to sleep,
asking me to turn out the light at the end
of it. I closed the door gently, as if not
to disturb her, and went to find my other clomb.
The apartment's lights had turned out for the sleeping children,
and I found Glenn waiting for me in the lounge,
where I had to call out excuse me, as I
couldn't see him in the dark. There was a throw
rug on the ground that he had already placed out
as he began to strip down in preparation of his massage.
Lying frontward facing me with his exposed and ever growing manhood,
I asked him to roll over to begin the massage.
He complied with a cheeky smile and from his eagerness
to show he was not shy. Indeed, I already knew
where this was going to end up. I found it
much more strenuous to massage on the floor, but I
wouldn't let that hold me back. I wanted to have
my career, and this, being my first ever clients, I
didn't want them to disapprove. Nearly four hours after I
had gotten there, I was still hard at work mentally
preparing for the end of the session. He let me
know when he was ready to begin the other side
to my job, and just like Jeffrey did the first time,
he requested me to take off my clothes, starting with
my shirt. When I complied, the request kept coming, and
before I could change my mind and run away, I
was having intercourse with this man that was so comfortable
doing all of this while his pregnant wife and children
slept in the room beside us. When he had climaxed,
we both got up and dressed, and he paid me
a large tip, even though Jeffrey would be the one
actually paying me for my time spent there. Just like
it had all started. It all had ended so quickly,
and now that was that I had to accept what
my duties were, and now I could go back to Jeffrey,
who would be further pleased in my demonstrations to keep
them happy. I was called the next morning to come
over to Jeffrey's mansion that afternoon for lunch, a swim,
and of course, a massage session. Knowing all too well
that they'd be expecting the gory details of last night's
events with my new clientele, I came there at one
pm as requested, and sat down for a light lunch
and a swim. Jeffrey was mostly conducting business from his
offside pool office, but he came to ask me if
everything went well the night before. I told him I
did everything asked of me, and I'm quite confident both
of my clients were more than pleased with me. He
gave me a quick grin before he headed back to
the office, throwing a purple grape down his throat as
he walked away. Lying out on one of the pool
deecks blue and white striped lounge beds, I was waiting
for Jeffrey to finish his business so I could give
him his massage He never took too long with his
work unless there was something wrong, and then we would
all have to wear his mood. But today he seemed
fine though. Then we went up the stairs and he
told me that we would be leaving for his ranch
in Santa Fe, New Mexico, in the morning, and I
need to be packed and ready tonight. They loved leaving
in the spur of the moment. Jeffrey once said he
checks with his pilot Larry on the best weather before
he heads out to a different destination. I enjoyed spending
time at his ranch, being it was my favorite of
all of his residences. He had a lavish, Mediterranean looking
castle on top of a hill that overlooked his extensive
seventy five hundred acres of property. It has an indoor pool,
Jim and all the trimmings of extravagance I could only imagine.
I had a great time on the quad bikes. Sarah
and I often got scolded for tipping one, over going
too fast, or trying to go up a steep hill,
but we knew those weren't the things he cared about,
so it wouldn't matter. My favorite of all was his
little town with his own fire station and truck stables
full of horses, and little cottages where the housekeepers and
ranch hands lived. On my own time, I would take
one of the quad bikes down to the stables and
saddle up one of his beautiful horses and go for
a ride in the open terrain. It was coming up
on the end of a very cold winter, and it
still had the snow covered mountain tops and brisk air
that I loved to take in during my many trail rides.
I have been an experienced horse rider since my childhood
and could honestly pinpoint some of the best memories of
my life being on the back of a horse. I acclaimed,
with thrilling my voice. Great, I'll get packed as soon
as I get back to my apartment. He threw in
packed for a few weeks, as we will also be
making a pit stop to la for some business afterwards,
and then to NYC. I was used to these round
trips with them. It was great as I was saving
loads of cash and about to buy myself my first car.
All right, folks, we're gonna wrap up right here, and
in the next episode, we're gonna pick up where we
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up everyone, and welcome to another episode of the Epstein Chronicles.
In this episode, we're picking up where we left off
with the Virginia Roberts memoir Billionaires Playboy Club, Chapter seven,
Part two. Jeffrey, Golaine, Emmy and I all left the
following morning as planned, arriving in only a few hours
at his inspiring Santa Fe Palace. Was always a delight.
Still frisk in the air, my petit frame looked even
smaller in these gigantic overcoats. Nonetheless, I was looking forward
to spending time out in the fresh, clean air and
open land. After a few days of leisurely spending our
time on the ranch, we went to the Indian Markets
in Albuquerque for a bit of shopping and sightseeing. Jeffrey
wasn't the most off road kind of guy, so when
we went sightseeing, it was more like museums, boutique shopping,
and local art galleries. Still a splendid trip, though, with
me picking up a few nifty collectibles to bring back
for my family, and knowing how much my mom loves
Indian apparel, I thought it would put me back in
her good graces for a while. I hoped at least
there was some lengthy time to put a little water
under the bridge between my folks and I. With my
life heading in a different direction, I didn't see any
use in holding on to so much hate, especially that
I didn't even have to see them that much. We
got back to Zoro Ranch, the name Jeffrey chose to
call the Massive Land, and he bought to build his
fortress on and Jeffrey told me that he was looking
forward to one of my famous relaxing massages. And with
the notion, he gave my bags of shopping to one
of the many housemaids who greeted us at the front door,
and asked her to bring my bags to the exquisite
room I was staying in. We headed straight downstairs, just
past the massage room, and Jim there is an indoor
heated pool, shower and spa. First, Jeffrey wanted to warm
up in the spa underneath a decorated ceiling of clouds
and blue skies. Starting the massage in the spa, I
rubbed his feet while he reclined into the SPA's jets.
We spoke of the museum and some of the knickknacks
I had bought, and I thanked him for the turquoise
earrings and necklace he had got me as a gift,
joking about not ever knowing what to get for him,
being that he was the richest man I'd ever known.
By no far means did we ever have any kind
of mutual or respectful bomb between us. But there was
a significant softer side he began to share with me
that was different from how he treated his other girls.
Maybe it was my little feet that filled the shoes
for that time being, or the fact my novelty hadn't
worn off yet, But whatever it was, I was getting
confused from the double sided life that I was leading.
He got up from the spot tub shortly thereafter and
asked me to come wash him in the shower. It
was nothing unordinary to me. I was used to his
need to be nurtured and pampered. I performed his request
with a cheerful mannerism, letting him think I was taking
care of him out of my sheer sweetness. I got
the towels ready for him to get out of the shower,
and towels ried them patting down his skin instead of
rubbing as previously instructed. You know you have a very
maternal instinct. You'll make a fine mother someday, he would
constantly acclaim at my gentleness. I hope, so, I replied,
I would love to have my own babies one day,
but not anytime soon. Laughing at the very thought of that,
we walked up the steps and through the French doors
into the gym's adjoining massage room. It was a smaller
room than his other houses, placing the emphasis on the
large massage bed in the center. I grabbed another clean
towel to keep them warm while I prepared the music, lights,
and oils. He liked me to use mostly lavender or
other aromatherapy sense, which reminded me of woodlands in the spring.
Always enjoying the beginning of the massage, I put my
heart and soul into training in my profession, I could
just close my eyes. I could see only my hands
and the areas that needed the most work. And even
though I wasn't a professional yet, Jeffrey could feel and
told me there wasn't many that could please him during
a massage being untrained. I'm sure now that it's something
he'd say nice to all the girls but in the
time I had known him, I could honestly say it
wasn't like him to compliment girls in any other way
than regard to sexual performance or their looks. I was
flattered at his praise, and when the massage was over,
so were the sentiments. I was back to being used
for my body and what I could do with it.
With him satisfied and offer a nap, I could do
whatever I wanted, like Usually I would go down to
the stables or something adventurous, but today I was in
a melancholy mood. I just wanted to relax and unwind
myself in a giant tub in the bathroom. I got
out some of the oils I used on Jeffrey, putting
them in the steaming water, and pop two of my
Xanax pills forgetting about my troubles and focusing on the
quiet moment at hand, just wanting to soak up the
peacefulness of it. Nearly slipping away to sleep in the tub,
I was startled when I got a call on the
intercom to come down for dinner. Everybody seemed to be
in good spirits at dinner, which helped to lift mine.
We all ate our meals and went into the movie
room to watch a newly released movie. It was a
ritualistic scenario. Most nights that everyone was at ease, we
would all sit in one of his various located movie
rooms and hang out together, just as he always would.
Jeffrey asked, Emmy and me'll both grab a foot during
the movie that night and just keep massaging through the film.
We were always on call for duty. No matter where
we were or whatever time it was. He would just
PLoP a foot up or pass over his hand at
any given time and require a massage. Even if the
film went on for over two hours, I would still
be required to sit on the floor rubbing his feet
or hands or even his scalp at times. After the
credits had rolled, Glaine got up to close the door
to the room, and I knew she had received the
signals herself and would proceed to manipulate, violate, and use
us to satisfy Jeffrey's urges once more. Before we went
to bed. The blue illumination from the empty TV screen
was glaring in the room as we watched her undress,
and a light that relied on the reflection of the
moon through the windows to show its preceding display. She
walked back to the sofa where I was sitting at
Jeffrey's feet, still rubbing away, and uncovered her shirt, displaying
ample bosom for his appeal. Approaching me like a lioness
hunting her prey, she stood me up and led me
to the other couch across from Jeffrey and situated herself
on top of me, sliding her fingers through my dress
to un button my attire, revealing my girlish figure and
two small peaks, pushing my head into her breast. I
was being fondled by Emmy at the same time, which
took her cue when she saw Glaine look in my direction.
From an occasional glance upwards, I could see Jeffrey was
up to his methodical foreplace, stroking his manhood while watching
the build up to this main event. They both took
turns making me moan from the touches, and when Galan
was ready to she would insinuate we do the same
to her. She urged me downwards until my head was
between her open legs and giving into her wanton indulgence.
Twenty minutes passed before Jeffrey exerted his last energies for
the night. The only advantage of being with an old
man is they can never last long. The parting to
her own separate quarters for the night, I called TJ
for condolence. It was so important for me to feel
like I had someone out there who saw me as
more than a pretty girl with vulnerabilities. I needed to
maintain some sort of connection to my youthful side. But
it would be to no avail if I was getting
used to being badly disappointed by all the men in
my life. Chapter eight. The phone nearly rang out, and
I was about to hang up the receiver when he
finally picked up on the other end of the phone,
I could hardly hear TJ above the background noises. When
I asked where he was, he told me at our place, baby,
meaning the apartment Jeffrey had rented for me to be
staying in alone. He already sounded off his chops, elongating
his words and slurring his speech. There was music pumping
and people shouting behind him, and everyone sounded like they
were having a great time. I was so sick of
his friends coming over, using my house as a place
to party and then trashing it so bad that I
would even have to sometimes throw my furniture out. I
blew up at him over the phone and threatened to
kick him out back to his parents' house. So much
for my relaxing evening, I thought to myself, venturing on
to tell him, you leech off me using the money
I leave behind for you for drugs and throw these
gigantic parties while I'm away, also mentioning the disastrous messes
I would come home to. I was so close to
ending it with you, I would openly threaten. But he
knew better than I did that I couldn't just bring
myself to do, needing some attachment to my youth through
all of this. Don't worry, baby, he would say, attempting
to soothe me with his false words, going on to
tell me how much he was missing me and how
he was always thinking about me when I was away,
which was like all the time. I would soon be
buttered up and soft for serve. This was my penalty
for choosing a guy that accepted my lifestyle with my
other man, as I had so eloquently put to him once,
as not only acceptable but deemed it cool. The conversation
ended with an easy goodbye and no, I love youse.
Or anything sweet. We weren't those kinds of partners yet,
so much time spent away from each other and the
lifestyle we both led, I couldn't expect much more from
him then we already had. Jeffrey and I left two
days later, heading off to Carmel in California for a
business trip at his leaving Glaane and Emmy to catch
a commercial flight back to NYC, where we would meet
up with them later. When we arrived at the hotel,
we were giving badges for the meeting tomorrow and settled
into our rooms. We got adjoining rooms, keeping the doors
open at all times, but sleeping in different beds. He
liked sleeping alone, even after a late night session. I
would always go back to my own room. I think
that's why he liked me so much. I never put
pressure on him to become intimately more than what we
already were, never giving him the impression I wanted more
than what we had. It seemed to keep him happy
just the way we were together. I hung out with
Jeffrey that night, going to a restaurant for dinner and
afterwards watching a movie. Back at the hotel, the next morning,
we went for an early morning breakfast before for the conference,
and Jeffrey gave me some money to go shopping instead
of attending the all day meeting with them. I was
more than obliged to accept his request and wished him
a good day before planning to meet back in his
room around six pm. He gave me five hundred dollars.
He said it was just enough to have fun for
the day, and a girl of my means could find
plenty to do with that kind of money. I walked
around the many boutiques that lined the streets of the
picturesque cozy town and picked up some bits of clothing
here and there, and even met a girl who was
passing through on a road trip. She was somewhere in
ear late teens, with golden sunshine tresses, olive skin, and
blue eyes. Her name escapes me as it was so unexpected.
I think it was Tino or something like that. But
she was your typical California carefree chick, offering me a
few tokes of her jay as we walked down a
side street together. I was so happy I had met
this girl, as she was fun, spirited and charismatic or
relief from the social expectations I had come to known lately,
but always on call as I had been trained to be.
I ended up inviting her back to meet Jeffrey at
our hotel later on as a surprise for him. Maybe
she was just a bit too care free for Jeffrey's taste,
but anyhow, she was pretty enough to let him be
the judge of that matter. All right, we're gonna wrap
up right here, and in the next episode, we're gonna
pick up where we left off. All of the information
that goes with this episode can be found in the
description box. What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode
of the Epstein Chronicles. In this episode, we're picking up
where we left off with the Virginia Roberts memoir The
Billionaires Playboy Club. Over the next hour of hanging out together,
I found out that she was on a road trip
with her best friend, who was still sleeping off the
hard night of partying from the night before. She was
originally from the Southern States, and she had a bit
of a drawl still left in her accent, and she
had recently left her boyfriend because he was leaving for
college too far away and not believing in long distance relationships.
Then it was my turn to dish out my contribution
to the conversation of getting to know each other better.
I always got anxiety before I would tell a girl
what I did for work and romance as such, morally
I was ashamed of who I was, especially with a
girl having led somewhat of a normal life. Next, as always,
I expected to be probe with so many more questions
and having to make Jeffrey sound ideal and hot for
the taste of a young girl, and I knew I
would be point plank lying, so I told her some
of the truth, which was that he was really rich
and paid good money for a massage and useful to
have a round as a contact. I told her I'd
give her two hundred dollars for a two hour massage,
with me leading the way and warning her that he
was known to be frisky during the session. Unexpectedly, she
said she could use the money, and then came the
part that I hated the most but had to do
so they wouldn't be shocked as I was the first
time I had met him. He does like us to
be nude, though, and sometimes asked for more than just
a massage itself. All I could do was wait for
her response after a shocking sentence like that, and depending
on the girl, most were sadly taken aback by the money.
Her care free attitude seemed to disillusion for a moment
when she gave it some thought and asked me. He's
not like fat and ugly, is he? No? No, not
at all, I replied. He's got more of a richard
gear appealed to him, trying to make him sound a
little bit more immeasurable than just a rich old man
that likes to be with girls younger than half his age. Well, then,
what time shall we meet tonight? She asked? Next, great,
I thought Jeffrey would be most pleased with my find.
Knock on my room quietly. You're going to be a surprise.
Be there at around half past seven tonight and I
will introduce you to Jeffrey. She threw the butt of
the second j we shared into the bushes, and we
strolled into a homemade fudge boutique to get some relief
for the munchies we now had. When I got back
to the hotel at around acorda to six o'clock PM,
as requested, i'd be nobody was back yet, so I
took some time to set up the oils and bath
in my room for his massage tonight. I thought I
would plan it so the girl would be cleaning off
as Jeffrey liked before he had sexual contact with a
new girl, and he could walk in and be surprised
to find a strange, beautiful girl in my room who
wanted to massage them. Jeffrey walked through the door not
long after I was done prepping for the night ahead,
looking like he had a rough day at the office,
which was very rare for him. He sat down on
my bed. I asked him how his day was. He
didn't want to talk much about it, saying it was
boring and long, rather asking what I got up to
for the day, being quoi about having a jay and
his unexpected surprise to come, I told him it was
a great day of shopping and sightseeing, and I even
brought him back some local made fudge from the shop
that had fulfilled my chocolate cravings only hours ago. Telling
him of the places I ventured into, I mentioned to
him we'd have to hit the f Fisherman's Wharf tomorrow.
I saw some locals walking around with bread baskets filled
with creamy clam chowder and it smelled absolutely scrumptious. He said,
if the weather were nice, we check it out tomorrow.
Before we left for La, he wanted to take off
his jeans and call her shirt and put on his
normal attire of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, ushering him out
the door for dinner when he was more relaxed, I
was lucky when he said he was starving and quickly
got dressed. We just found a quiet spot to eat
that was right next to the wharf and got back
to the hotel just in time for our surprise guests.
He wanted to go have a shower and settle down
for a massage, so I told him i'd join him
in a minute. I just had to make a phone
call real quick, which he thought was odd and asked
me if everything was all right. I reinstated that I'd
just be a minute, trying not to let on about anything.
The knock came quietly on my room's door, just on time,
as we had planned, and I told her my idea
to surprise him. I led her into the bathroom, where
she orchestra my plan perfectly. Jeffrey finished his shower without me,
and when he called out for me. I told him
that I needed him to have a look at something
in my room real quick, not giving in to what
is about to be looking at. He came into the
room where I opened my bathroom door to reveal a
beautiful nude girl bathing in a thick amount of soap
bubbles in my tub, looking at him with an alluring intrigue.
His grin went from ear to ear when she stood
up and introduced herself, letting the bubbles run down her
glistening body at an ever slow pace. It was a
proud moment for Jeffrey. I had done well in his eyes,
and she was not like the other girls I had
brought before him, degraded from a lifetime of abuse off
the streets. This girl was exactly as pro quo, looking
sweet and innocent as the girl next door. My efforts
were to show him. I knew that my only responsibility
was to keep him happy at all costs. I led
her through the massage on Jeffrey, and of course afterwards,
gratifying his perversion with a lust request to be fondled
and watch us become more than just friends. I didn't
feel too bad at the time with the coercion providing
many financial rewards, making his scheme enticing to a young,
impressionable teen, not realizing the terrible memories left to come
from all of this. Afterwards, he paid her the usual
two hundred dollars and gave to everyone for their time,
and took down her name and phone number, writing in
the infamous Little Black Book of contacts He met in
every city, but only the ones he really liked made
it down in his records. Now that's interesting. Keep that
in mind. We have that little Black Book of Jeffrey
Epstein's the two of Them. So, like I've said a
million times, if you're looking for a list, the Black
Book is it. We went out the next afternoon, as
I suggested last night, and we ate our clampshout our
bread baskets overlooking the wharf's bay, watching the seals playfully
barking at each other on the rocks nearby. Shortly after,
we were driven to a private airstrip and took off for
Los Angeles. On the plane was an unexpected visitor, Matt Groenig,
the producer of the Simpsons TV show, was catching a
ride with us. I was so excited, as I loved
watching the show and acted like a starstruck fan, asking
him everything from his initial idea for creating the show
to where he got his characters from. He told me
that it was all based on his own family makeup,
but without the crazy father and son scenes of Homer's
hand around Bart's throat. I was enjoying our conversation when
Jeffrey insisted that I give Matt a foot massage throughout
the duration of the short flight. I never turned down
a client, but when I saw the shape of his feet,
I nearly threw up the thought of having to touch them.
He had yellow, crusty tonels that even someone with a
chainsaw would have had trouble cutting through. And then there
was this fluffy balls of leftover pieces of sock wedge
between the crevices of his what he toes now that
was the real icing on the cake for me. No
way I could attempt this, I thought. Then I had
an idea. I went to the back of the plane
and rinsed a washcloth and warm soapy water and returned
for his dreaded foot massage, but not before attempting to
clean them first. In return for my services, Matt was
kind enough to draw me two quick sketches on blank
paper from his briefcase of my two favorite characters, Homer
and Bart. I asked him if he would make them
out to my little brother and dad, the true fans
of the family, not missing an episode during dinner over
the past ten years or so. Next to my a
four size drawing, he was able to fit in the
quote to my greatest fan from Matt Groening and their
names next to it. I knew that they'd absolutely love it,
and it was such a nice gesture. His feet were
no longer an issue as I laughed it off and
made a joke to the comedian about getting a pedicure
before hitting LA's beaches. The flight was only short and
we arrived in busy LA within the hour, saying goodbye
to Matt, who was a pleasure to meet. Jeffrey had
a meeting at a production studio for one of the
girls he was keeping lard in his grasp, so we
were off yet again for more business. We were staying
with one of his old girlfriends, Jeffrey's code for she
got too old for my taste, but she was still
nice enough to keep around. She was a tall blonde
with blue eyes, a stereotypical barbie doll. In her younger years,
she had been a successful model and now lived on
the beaches of Santa Monica, with a sweeping view of
the ocean's landscape as her backyard. The next morning, Jeffrey
and I went out to breakfast. He said Sarah Kelln
would be joining us with another one of Jeffrey's girls
I hadn't met yet. Her name was Nadia Borlyn and
she was a Yugoslavian model turned aspiring actress with the
help of Epstein. As he so proudly remarked at the
table before they arrived shortly after, she was a stunning
brunette with olive skin and shocking blue eyes, by far
one of the most beautiful girls I had ever met.
She and Sarah approached the table shopping bags and hands
already in the early hours of the day. They both
pulled out a chair and showed us their new pair
of Jimmy choose that they bought on their way here
this morning, and excitedly asked Jeffrey's opinion. He loved doting
attention and anyone who could make him feel important. We
all went back to Sarah's apartment that Jeffrey rented for
on Malibu Beach. This was the first time Jeffrey came
to visit, and when we got there you could see why.
It was a tiny, one bedroom shack, too small for
his likes of accommodation, but she loved it and it
was plain to see why. The waves lapped underneath her
porch twice a day. What else could anyone want? Before
even walking through her door, you could hear the commotion
of excitedly screaming female voices coming from inside. There were
about five other girls in Sarah's living room, and she
had invited them, so Jeffrey have a few different girls
to choose from. Jeffrey looked at Sarah and smiled, aren't
you sweet? As all the girls rushed to introduce themselves,
hoping for the opportunity Sarah had offered them to come
in the first place. We all had some coffee and
biscuits while the conversation kept getting louder and louder, every
girl trying to talk over the next one. Jeffrey could
only handle so much of that before getting too annoyed.
Instead of choosing one of the other girls, Jeffrey wanted
Sarah to show Nadia and I into her bedroom. He
was anticipating the introduction of his two new favorite girls together.
What mischief he had hoped we would get up to
was apparent when he asked where Sarah had kept her
plate toys and not the Fisher Price ones. Sarah brought
out quite a collection of her personal toys and was
giggling on her way out as she shut the door.
Suddenly the room behind us went quiet, probably hoping to
catch a moan or groans to laugh at. And I
felt so degraded having everyone knowing exactly what was going on.
Knowing my duties well, I was baffled this time, as
there was no ritualistic massage wanted. He immediately instructed us
to start kissing and fondling each other with the provided
toys straight away. Seeing his excitement grow watching us try
and out do it the other one with pleasure, he
couldn't keep her straint any longer and started to have
in her course with the both of us, taking his
erect penis out of the other to only swap to
the other girl back and forth. This continued for a
good fifteen minutes or so, while we continued to engage
in lesbian acts on each other while the other girl
was being subdued by Jeffrey's thrusts of penetration. Nadia was
just as dutiful as I was in fulfilling his demented requests,
willing to lend her body to Jeffrey and those he
sent her to for the sake of keeping her acting
career and putting on a good act At that She
was never competition, though once I found out where she
actually came from, I took pity on her for the
similar life of servitude we were both accustomed to, and
not that we ever became good friends, but we had
reason to relate to each other. Later on, Jeffrey, Nadia,
and I went to a production studio in la where
we had to meet with Nadia's agent as well as
the producer of Days of Our Lives. The meeting lasted
five minutes, with everyone in consent to the proposals. We
flew all the way out there to talk about money,
only to be leaving that evening back to NYC. On
the way to the airport, we stopped at a fifties
diner and got a cheeseburger and vanilla milkshake. The first
and only time I saw Jeffrey eat what I considered
to be real food. Seven lanes to drive in the
freeway was still aligned bumper to bumper in the heavy rain.
The sound of downpour on the rooftop of the taxi
and the rhythm of the windshiel wipers was making me sleepy.
I was looking forward to sleeping through the long flight back.
Thank goodness we had a private jet to catch back.
The trip would be comfortable and not rushed to get
there on time, though the daily peak hour traffic. Jeffrey
asked me what I thought of Nadia. More of a
kiss and tell kind of thing for him, so proud
to admit some of his tenacious acts of pedophilia to me.
I knew most people would be embarrassed to even think aloud,
but I said what he wanted to hear. When he
asked me what I had thought of her on the
way back, I replied, she's a train active, funny and
seems to know what she's doing with you. Laughing at
my statement, he then started to tell me the history
behind how he got her five years ago, when she
was merely a teenager, just turned thirteen. Her father recently
passed away, leaving Nadia's mother. With a tremendous amount of
debt and living in a third world country, she didn't
have the means necessary to raise her own daughter. When
Golene approached Nadia for the first time at a music school,
she seemed like a maternal, caring stepmother, telling Nadia's mother
if she let Nadia go with her, she would see
to it personally that Nadia received the best education and
chances in life to make it. In her customs, it
was an odd for a young girl to be married
off to bring the family good fortune, so she kissed
her baby girl goodbye and sent her off to commence
her life of servitude. I sat there speechless listening to
Jeffrey Bragg about this endeavor to get her over here,
shocked that she could stoop so low to use a
barely teen to oblige his sexual desires. He was laughing
and giddy as he replayed the memories of her arrival
over in his head, painting me a horrific picture. I
had no choice but to imitate a smile to face
them with All right, folks, we're gonna wrap up right
here and in the next episode, dealing with the topic,
we're gonna pick up where we left off. All of
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