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, convincing myself in order to succeed, I had
to step up from being a girly teenager and start
thinking like a young woman. It would be my ticket
to a great career and a fortunate in life, I
told myself, So what if I had to bargain my
body to these rich old geezers. Some girls get themselves
through college by becoming a stripper and using their bodies
to pay for degrees. Others go down even worse paths.
I guess it was just another way to fathom the
road I was going down. The effectiveness of the lies
I forced myself to believe was working. As I continued
to tell myself, I had to make it any way
I could, rather than ever letting myself sleep on the
streets again, I was trading one shocking lifestyle for another,
thinking I was choosing the right one. If I could
go back in time to ever meet myself, I would
choose this time in my life. I'd start with a
good heard smack to the head to first shake some
things up in there, and next I would tell that
girl that she could actually make it on her own
if she just worked hard at earning an honest wage
and built her life up slowly. There's no rush or
time limit to ever stop reaching for achievement. Sadly enough,
I probably wouldn't have even believed myself anyways. Learning my
life's hard lessons through the experiences, I continued to suffer.
I went to work at mar A Lago that day,
trying hard not to think of what lay ahead in
the afternoon to come. But the later the hour got,
the more distinguished the nots became in my stomach. I
spoke to no one of the details to my explicit interview,
but told one girl how I was happy I was
now officially studying massage therapy. Another lie. My friend was
surprised and intrigued that these people, who could afford the
best of the best of therapists in the world would
choose an untrained fifteen year old girl to perform massage.
She never said it in words, but her body language
told me she knew exactly why they wanted to use me,
and it wasn't for a therapeutic reason, and deep down
inside I understood the rest of the afternoon slipped away quickly,
and before I knew it, I was standing before those
large wooden doors, again, giving a moment's pause, but long
enough to draw in my breath and exhale some of
the anxiety before ringing the doorbell. One answered the door
again and told me Golayne would be down in a
few moments and asked to follow him to the kitchen.
There was a pleasant looking young girl with blonde spirals
in her hair that glanced up from the mound to
paperwork before Her shocking blue eyes and appealing English accent
seemed delightful, and she introduced herself as Emmy, Golayne's personal assistant.
I introduced myself as Jenna, which is what most people
knew me as, and I told her I was on
an employment trial to become Jeffrey's massage therapist. She had
a cooise smile on her face that told me she
knew exactly what I was on trial for, and something
in my gut told me this wasn't the first time
he owned girl had been trialed for the same position
I was about to fill. We were only chatting for
a moment before Glayne appeared and told me Jeffrey was
ready for his massage. I was led through the extensively
large house to the winding staircase that would lead me
up to the same dreaded room where I would have
to reenact last night's performance. I wasn't far away from wrong.
I gave Jeffrey a massage, with Glene leading the way again.
This time, we surprisingly made it to the front of
his body, and she continued to show me how to
massage all the way up to his stomach, pushing my
hands in a spiraling clockwise circle motion to not disrupt
the bewels, and then we came up to his chest.
He couldn't dare contain himself for one second longer, telling
me to put my lips on his nipples and give
them a kiss. Jeffrey moaned in pleasure, and Glaine started
to undress me from behind. Within moments, I was completely
naked and Golaine had her top off. She was cressing
my body with her hands while Jeffrey moved his hands
down to stroke his loins while he watched her and
I kiss and touch each other. I didn't know if
she was doing this for the sake of his eye candy,
but she sure did act like she loved having the
control over me, telling me what to do throughout the
entire threesome. Jeffrey's climax was always the end of our sessions,
and this time he wanted to have me make a
morgasm orally. Afterwards, we went for the ritualistic steam room,
this time with Glaanne joining in with us for a conversation.
She asked me to massage your feet this time while
we were in the steam room, showing me that Jeffrey
wasn't the only one I had to take care of.
We all had a shower next, and then we all
went downstairs to pay me and have Juan drop me
off back home. The following afternoon, I received a call
out work. Surprisingly, it was Golaine asking me to come
over when I got off of work. Again, the compliance
side of me took go and I told her I
look forward to meeting with them today instead of telling
her to go screw herself for lying to me and
making me degrade myself more each time I saw them.
I finished work for the day and my dad brought
me over to Lbrio Away again, where the vultures were
patiently waiting in their lair. He wished me well as
I hopped off of his big truck, looking ever so
much like his little girl again. I gave him a
smile and a wave as he drove down the long driveway,
waiting for him to suddenly turn back and not leave
me alone to my task. I shook myself out of
my calamity and put on my big girl's face. Juan
brought me into the kitchen again and I waited for Golaine.
He offered me a cold drink and some fruit on
a platter. I accepted and was grateful for the rejuvenation
before I went to work again. It wasn't long before
Golaine approached me from behind with a cold, intense look
in the eye. I jumped from my seat, feeling like
maybe I shouldn't have been eating and drinking while on
the job, as her demeanor seemed annoyed and temperamental in
the second that she appeared. She told me I would
be on my own today and she had business to
attend to, so make sure I remembered what she taught
me as my child depended on it. Chapter five. I
walked up the stairs by myself, this time taking in
more of the decor noticing. The more I looked around,
the more I noticed a different girl and each photograph
in his collection of half nude and topless girls on
display around his mansion. I couldn't believe how many girls
there were. It's not like Jeffrey was much to look at.
He was an aging man in his early fifties, with
shiny gray hair and characteristic lines drawn down his face,
as if he had seen harder days, with no prospects
of ever settling down or having a family of his own.
Jeffrey treated us girls like a piece of clothing he
could try on for the day and get rid of
the next. So why were there so many girls in
these photos? I wondered to myself if I would end
up one of these girls among his collection of forgotten
relationships and broken promises. I continued to make my way
up the stairs, and as if all my senses were
heightened from my bare nerves being exposed, I could smell
the cleaning detergents recently used by the housekeepers, and my
observations of shade of lighting through the concealed blinds. As
I entered Jeffrey's bedroom appeared golden, and the sound of stillness,
except for the thud of my rapid heart beating, all
made me more aware of how nervous I was to
be on my own, Not that Golayne was anything of
a comfort, but I didn't know what to expect or
how I was going to lead myself into upholding my
obligation in pleasing them. I would hope for the best,
I thought, trying to uplift my confidence. As I opened
the door to the massage room with the typical scene
of Jeffrey laying naked face down in the massage bed
waiting for his entertainment. It was deja vu all over again,
repeating what Klainne had taught me, with him commenting on
what else I should be doing. Until it got to
the end, I was expected to grant him all of
his spoken desires. We finished up with the shower again
and he seemed very pleased in my contribution of myself
to him, giving in to his every request. He told
me to go ask Jan to pay me as he
was lethargic after the massage an intimate affair between us
and now was going to have sleep. I walked back
downstairs and told Juan that Jeffrey was asleep and said
I had to ask him for my pay. He went
to Jeffrey's desk and took out the exact amount I
was owed, without even asking how much I normally get paid.
He then drove me home, only for me to be
back the next afternoon. The following week was a daily routine,
providing Jeffrey with massages and continuously being groomed to fulfill
all his needs, often joined by Miss Maxwell, and to
assist an Emmy for sexual trysts of all kinds. I
was mentally and physically exhausted from the week of working
and having to keep up with Jeffrey's strenuous late night activity.
I couldn't believe what I was doing, but it was
all starting to sink in fast. Most nights, when I
got home, I'd briefly say hi to Mom and Dad
before heading straight to my bedroom. I couldn't even sleep
well anymore. Closing my eyes at night, I would fight
the inevitable flood of thoughts, replaying the moments of shame
that ate away myself piece by piece. My only reasoning
being I had just to keep telling myself it would
all be worth it in the end. This afternoon, Golayne
appeared to be in a much better mood. Instead of
taking me straight up to Jeffrey, she took me to
a yellow guest room where Emmy mostly stayed. It had
a balcony where Emmy was already outside, reading a magazine
and puffing on a cigarette. Golaine lit one up two
and then offered me one. I hadn't smoked cigarettes much
before besides trying to look cool in front of one
of my friends, but never really took to them. So
when I started to cough from the inholation of smoke,
the girls began to laugh and joke about my inexperience.
It was an icebreaker for all of us to laugh
and poke fun at me. I was then able to
give it back to them, saying I would rather be
an inexperienced non smoker than an old lady with a
raspy smoker's cough. I don't think Colaine was used to
somebody giving it back to her, but she seemed to
like it as long as she was able to have
the last say. I knew my boundaries, and she liked
that I wouldn't cross those invisible lines. All three of
us chatted like friends, and it started to feel like
some kind of strange relationship was butting. After about fifteen
minutes of chatting away, Golaine instructed me to wash my
hands thoroughly as Jeffrey hitted the smell of smokers, and
to follow her down the hallway to the massage room,
where he'll be expecting me shortly. I did what she
asked and sprayed myself with the body spray that I
always carried in my purse, and headed down the hallway
to Jeffrey's room. When I opened the door to the
massage room, surprisingly it was empty. I sat on the
already made up massage table and was careful not to
mess up the neatly folded towels on the end of
the bed. It was a good fifteen more minutes before
j Jeffrey he made his appearance. It was strange seeing
him in clothes for the first time. He wasn't wearing
what you would expect your typical billionaire attire to be.
He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a Harvard sweatshirt,
which he began to remove immediately. This time, he wanted
to commence our session in the steam room, so I
began to undress as well. We went into the steam
room and he pushed a few buttons and the steam
began to pour from the marble. There was a bench
coming out of the wall that also was made out
of marble, that went from either side of the room
and had a step underneath it, where I was instructed
to sit on so that I could begin in and
giving Jeffrey his massage. Our conversation started off about simple
things like how was your day at work? And I
asked Jeffrey how his day was lounging around just being
polied to each other. He was acting out of character,
being a lot more attentive and conversing with me about
other things than sex or massages. For once, starting with
his heels, ankles, toes, and arches in the soles of
his feet, I massaged all the way up to his caps.
I took a lot more strength to massage in the
steam room without oils or lotions and the constant blowing
of steam in your face, making me twice as exerted.
I was beginning to really start to heat up when
the door to the room suddenly opened to reveal two
naked women. Goleane and Emmy acted as if they came
in to join us for a steam bath, but my
instincts were telling me otherwise. At least the coal burst
of air and escape of steam revived me a bit.
So there was Jeffrey and Golane sitting on top of
this marble bench, each with the young girl at their feet.
Emmy and I continued with the massage until they were
ready to head into the shower. There were two shower
heads that Galaine and Jeffrey both stood under while they
were being lathered with soap and bubbles as we washed
their bodies. After the shower at Golaine led us into
Jeffrey's bed to finish today's session, with Emmy, Golaine, and
I performing lesbian axe a foreplay on each other while
Jeffrey laid back and watched, stroking his manhood in much delight.
He brought himself the climax and the session was over
within moments. We all got dressed and went downstairs to
the kitchen for some refreshments, like nothing happened at all.
It was all so bizarre for me, the whole ordeal
with them. Since this all began, I could understand why
Glenn and Jeffrey had such an openly intimate relationship, but
yet never regarded themselves as partners. They rarely kissed and
never held hands or slept in the same bed. It
was more like a sexual arrangement between the two of them.
She brings in the girls for his peculiar taste, and
he supplies the lavish lifestyle she was accustomed to before
her family lost all of the fortune. I wasn't sure
how to act or feel, always obliging to their needs,
but reserved enough not to get attached, as if this
was invisible hierarchy, and by instinct I knew my place.
We all hung out in the kitchen for a while
before I asked when Wan could bring me home, as
I had to work in the morning and was tired.
They said no problem and called one on the intercom
right away, but said we'd all have something to talk
about tomorrow. I knew it had something to do with
my employment trial, and from there and the way they
were acting tonight, I could only assume I got the job.
But you never know. With these types of people, their
friendships and partnerships can change like the weather. All right, folks,
that's going to do it for this episode. In the
next episode, dealing with the topic, 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 Virginia Roberts memoir The Billionaire's Playboy Club.
I went home that night still confused on how I
could let myself sink so low. I had to put
on an act like I enjoyed submitting my body and
being their new subservient plaything, all for the fact I
was making anywhere between two hundred and four hundred dollars
just for a couple of hours. Then spent the rest
of the night regressing the entire event in my head
over and over again. I battled those thoughts with the
hope that I was receiving a profession out of this
and making good money. In the meantime, all I had
to do was keep lying to myself long enough until
I eventually believed it, arriving at Jeffreys on time the
next afternoon, as I always did, understanding punctuality was a
sign of respect, and I wanted them to feel as
if they had my deepest appreciation for the once in
a lifetime chance they had given to a girl of
my history this time. When Juan answered the door, he
told me mister Epstein and Miss Maxwell were waiting for
me upstairs in the massage room. I began the hike
up the familiar spiraling staircase and through the room where
my arrival was being deeply anticipated. They were already in
the steam room, oh waiting me to join them. I
undressed out of my uniform and folded them in a
neat pile, which I placed upon the marble basin, having
one last look in the mirror before I exhaling a
deep breath, as if I was plunging into deep water.
I knew today was a big day. I either accepted
their offer and trade my morals for opportunity, or I
walk away with the prospect of one day, many years
from now, trying to make it on my own, which
I knew endowed hardships of their own. So confused about
what decision to make, I just opened the door to
the steam room and I let them do the talking.
Used to the routine by now, I sat below Jeffrey
and began to massage his feet and legs, and I
listened in on their ongoing conversation about travel plans for
the next few weeks. Glenn and Jeffrey turned their attention
to me and asked me how I would like to
go see the big city of Manhattan. I told them
I had never visited New York before and it sounded
like an adventure, but my job at mar A Lago
was only a summer job and I wouldn't be able
to get the time off, especially that summer was so
busy anyway, Jeffrey then made his announcement that I should
just quit my job at mar A Lago and become
his permanent traveling massuse. He then further pursues waited me
with all the luxuries that came along with my acceptance.
Rather than being paid nine dollars an hour at my
current job, I could be earning two hundred dollars per massage,
which even said could be a few times per day. Tomorrow,
we could leave Palm Beach together in his private jet,
first heading to his residence in the Upper East Side
of Manhattan, also the largest mansion in New York, and
would be offsetting to the Caribbean, where he owned a
secluded island called Little Saint James for a little bit
of relaxation. The temptation of his grandeur offer wasn't hard
to give into. My vulnerability to be lured into his
grasp seemed comforting at the time. The idea that females
were nothing more than an empty shell of beauty bound
by only a body to offer was a notion I
had accepted a long time ago when my first teacher ron.
My reaction had to be more than amusing for their egos.
Even though I was excited to be traveling, I could
have only imagined the likeness of having to be at
their beckon and call as well. In my head, I
just told myself, we all do what we have to
do in our lives to succeed, no matter what it takes,
and with no one knowing the truth, I had no
one to talk me out of it. I accepted his
offer and knew from here on out I would be
a servant to his sexual desires until one day I
would gain my credentials, and only then could I go
out on my own and make it in this world
that was so young and seem so unconquerable. The night
advanced into the usual grooming of his requirements for the
next hour and a half, being exploited to satisfy Jeffrey's
every sexual whim My mom cornered me that night, before
I had a chance to avoid speaking to anyone. Heading
to the shower, then my bedroom, like I had been
the last week, she knocked at my door with a
hostile look in her eye. Virginia, what exactly does an
older couple want with a fifteen year old girl who
has no credentials, with no experience in massage therapy? She
used that stern voice that she's always had when I
was in trouble. Thus, as an impressionable as I was,
my blue eyes batted their innocence in her direction, and
I flashed her a girlish grin, selling her the pitch
that I had been given earlier in that night, not
mentioning the other side to the glamorous lifestyle I would
soon be living in. I told her about the money
I'd be earning, the places I'd be seeing, the people
I could meet, and most of all, the trade I'd
be learning. It all sounded so good, except it was
a bunch of lies. I had to tell her and
myself to otherwise convince us that this was a once
in a lifetime opportunity and I had to take it.
She asked when all of this would start, and I
was shocking as it was to me, I told her
I had to start packing. We're leaving the next morning
to New York. At fifteen, most girls would be sucking
up to their parents to go to high school dance
or to go on a date to the movies with
a nervous chap. But I wasn't even asking her. I
was simply letting her know that I would be away
for the next couple of weeks, maybe three, and I
would be in contact when I got free time. Her
daughter was lost a long time ago, and she just
now realized it. Backing out of the bathroom with nothing
she could say, she left me wondering to myself who
I was becoming. Instead of driving me to work the
next morning, my dad dropped me off at Jeffrey's mansion.
He told me not to worry about calling mar A Lago,
that he take care of it for me. We said
our goodbyes outside of the driveway, Jeffrey even coming outside
to me with my father to shake his hand and
to assure him his daughter will be more than looked after.
I hugged my dad tightly, feeling like I was on
the verge of a Steve cliff. Then he let go,
so did the last of my innocence wand drove Jeffrey,
Golen and I to Palm Beach private airport, and the
luggage handlers escorted us all onto the tarmac, where we
all boarded on Jeffrey's black jet. Larry was his main pilot.
He had shiny gray hair and long, lanky legs, but
a very sincere smile that instantly made me feel at eye.
He greeted us at the staircase that led into the
main cabin. It was as lavish as I imagined it
would be. The seats were enveloped in the finest beige
leather with a polished wood grain finish, and there was
a kitchen in the back with an adjoining toilet. Jeffrey
saw the amazement in my eyes, and to make it
more thrilling, he brought me up to the cockpit and
let me watch with a bird's eye view of the takeoff.
I was on a natural high when I came back
to the cabin and was instantly brought back down to Jeffrey,
where he rested his bare feet on top of the
reclined seat and instructed me to get to work and
start massaging him. My future was in his hands now,
so he wanted something I wouldn't hesitate in giving it
to him. Chapter six. Upon our arrival in New Jersey's airstrip,
the driver Jojo met us. His name was most likely
shortened from something of his Oriental descent. Jeffrey liked to
shorten the names of even his multiple multicultural staff in
two American names. Even Juan and Maria were known as
John and Mary. We arrived in the Upper East Side
of Manhattan. His principal place of residence was the largest
home in Manhattan, eight stories of opulence. It used to
be a private school for boys many years ago until
Les Wexner, Jeffrey's best friend and mentor, built at for
him as a mysterious gift. There were two large Chinese
gargoyles outside the entrance, and besides the heavy looking wooden doors,
there was an intercolm with a camera overlooking us. I
walked up the concrete steps into a realm of wealth, glamour,
and most of all influence. My eyes glistened at the
splendor of the place. Caromel colored marble tiles spread throughout
the first floor, where his gourmet kitchen and dining hall
were also located. Then I came to a sweeping staircase
that curved into the next level, where Jeffrey and I
went into his office. Even though it looked more like
a museum exhibit. Ancient paperies that told lascivious stories of
their own covered parts of the elevated walls, and the
remaining wall spaces were taken up by rows on top
of rows of books. He loved to read, as he
often found it hard to sleep and was comforted in
the early morning hours with literature, or sometimes in other
ways I would come to find out. There was a
mantelpiece and a sofa with two armchairs next to the
grand piano that flaunted more of Jeffrey's beautiful conquests, young
women posing insulacious pictures, suggesting I could be easily replaced
next to one of those girls if I failed in
keeping him satisfied. There were also pictures with recognizable political
and royal figures, either shaking Jeffrey's hand or with an
arm around each other, even one with Jeffrey with the
Dali Lama. Although his church was the bank, he liked
to use his power, wealth and money to manipulate everyone
in his life. He made a phone call that sounded
business like, and I didn't mind. I was quite enjoying
taking it all in and the beauty around tell me
I was blinded by all of it. I was still
waiting for him when Glaine came in. She asked me
what I thought of my trip to New York City.
I knew she was talking about the house. She loved
to gloat, even though none of it actually belonged to her.
She wanted everyone to believe that it did. I complimented
her on the medieval looking tapestries and a few other adornments,
when she cut me off mid sentence to compliment it herself,
telling me the history about one of the seventeenth century tapestries,
which to an unsophisticated eye, looked to me like a
rug on the wall. Jeffrey hung up the phone and
walked over to the sofa where we were sitting next
to the mantelpiece, and took a seat on one of
the armchairs. He didn't seem worried from the phone call,
but his mind was definitely somewhere else from the hard
look on his face. We all spoke for a few
moments more about the splendid decor, before Jeffrey had enough
small talk and needed some of his own relaxation time.
He told Glaine he was going to show me the
massage room and he took me back and he'd be
back in a couple of hours. She agreed, he looked
like he could use some time to unwind, and with
a rye grin of hers she gave me a look
that told me precisely how he was expecting to be relaxed.
We left his office altogether, Golayne going downstairs and Jeffrey
showing me the lifts. The lift looked like its original
that came with the school. It was made out of
brass antique with archaea cuts throughout the arches at the top.
It wasn't the only lift in the house, but certainly
the most beautiful. We walked down a long hall carpeted
in a royal red and golden trim, passing by a
bronze pagan statue of the horny Little Goat God pan
How adequate, I thought, fit Jeffrey to a tea. We
walked into his dimly lit room, another daunting chamber that
looked like we had stepped back into time, to the
dark ages. It took a second from my eyes to
adjust to the darkness, and Jeffrey beckoned me to follow
him through the room to the open adjoined shower, toilet
and steam room. The room was in a black marble
to accent the dreariness, and smaller than the one in
Palm Beach, but it had its own witchery feel to it,
another unseen side to this man I was coming to know.
We both undressed and I followed Jeffrey into the steam room. First.
He loved feeling clean, teaching me that the steam would
deplete the toxins from your skin, which was great during
a massage when your blood flow was being replenished. I
grabbed his foot out of instinct, knowing I had to
be constantly on alert to keep this man satisfied. He
looked down at me with a nod and reclimbed back
against the wall as steam poured in. This was his
idea of alleviation. I worked up to his calves, and
within a few more moments, he said he was ready
for his massage on the bed. We got out and
towel dried off, both still nude. He asked me to
stay undressed and we headed to the massage bed in
the middle of the room. He lay down on the
bed and told me to turn on the CD player
on the wall hutch where all of the oils and
lotions were set out. I had play and a collection
of mixed classical symphonies began to fill in the silence.
I could tell he wasn't in one of the moods
to be uplifted with idle chat, so I remained silent,
letting him enjoy my slow movements making my way up
his body. My instincts told me I was right about
his mood, as he seemed to appreciate the quietness of
moments and the leisurely of the strokes I was using
to massageum. When I got to his scalp, he turned
over and grabbed my hand and put it on his
erect manhood. No words spoken, yet I took the gesture
and initiated what I had been taught over the last week.
While pleasing my master, his hands groped over my young flesh,
penetrating my insides with his fingers. He was only concerned
with what he wanted, as if I was a new
car out for a test drive and he was pressing
his new gadgets. His soft moans were soon brought to
a louder heave of breath, and my job was done.
No one to make kisses, no sweet pillow talk. He
showed his appreciation with money, never attachment. We concluded with
a shower and he told me he had some business
to conduct. He walked me to the lift and told
me go to the next level in My room was
the first one on the right. It had an intercom
in which I could contact him or he can contact
me when needed. I hit number five on the lift
and took his direction to my room. I opened the
door to this massive loft, the size of an adequate house.
I walked down the hall and my eyes took in
the magnificence of my surroundings. It was a room fit
for royalty, and later I would find out it had
been stayed in by some The room was trimmed in
gold paint and had another eerie tapestry on the main walls.
As a feature. There was a TV and a huge,
king sized bed with goose feathered comforter and pillows. All
of the glitter from Jeffrey's lifestyle he was offering me
finally covered the last bit of sight I had left,
and I let go on my consciousness. Excited about my
enthralling day, not having anyone around to act reserved, I
jumped into the sun and lay looking around, thinking about
how quick life could change based upon one swift decision.
Gazing into the artistry, the intercom buzzed on the telephone
next to the bed, and it was the housemaid, letting
me know Jeffrey wanted to see me in his office.
Now already, I thought to myself, I was just getting
settled in. I was worried I was going to get
lost in this ancient museum, but I got myself back
to his office with no trouble. It was kind of
hard to miss. I knocked at the slightly jar door
and Jeffrey called for me to enter. I walked over
to his desk where he was just ending a phone call,
and he opened his duffel bag full of money. I'll
be at my other office for most of the day,
so instead of being locked inside, I thought, you should
go do some sight seeing for the day, since it's
your first trip to the Big Apple. He didn't count
how much he was giving me. He just handed me
a bundle out of the band died one hundred dollars bills.
He knew just how to pull the right strings, making
me squil in delight and give him a kiss on
the cheek. Since we were never really emotionally intimate, it
would be odd to act any other way, but he
seemed to like it. All right, We're gonna wrap up
right here. 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 Billionaire's Playboy Club.
I ran upstairs to get dressed for a city shopping
and put my makeup on, then hit the streets of
NYC looking for a place to start spending this load
of cash. When I got to the end of seventy
second Street on Fifth Avenue, I had no idea which
way to turn left or right. I thought I'd just
follow the lights past Central Park and see local sites
on my way. My eyes were once again peeled back
in splendor. I had never imagined the place so busy,
with the hustle and bustle of all the walks of life.
My first stop was to buy a disposable camera, and
I was off taking photos of every wonder that caught
my attention. I didn't do much shopping as I had
planned to. I was having too much fun exploring the Metropolitan.
When it started to hit dusk, I began walking back
to Jeffries, but not before stopping off to enjoy a
giant slice of pepperoni pizza. It was the best I
had ever had, and considering I was going back to
Jeffreys chickpea and tofu salad or such, I really hated
the healthy cuisine served by Jeffreys' personal chef. I was
a naturally skinny girl, never watching what I had to eat,
and to eat that food, I might as well have
chewed on hey. I strolled back to Jeffries and was missed.
Glaan scolded me, you should have been gone so long,
young lady. We needed to know where you are at
all times. You were on call for Jeffrey. I started
to apologize, feeling guilty. I didn't want them to think
I didn't take my job with them seriously. She cut
off my explanation with a short conclusion to this conversation,
we will get you a cell phone tomorrow so we
can always find you. I thanked her for a generosity,
and she dismissed me to my room, so I wasn't
even needed after all. It was just a way for
her to place me deeper in their control. The next
few days, I was on call, as Glenne said, I'd
be venturing out of the city for only an hour
or so at a time I looked most forward to
my outings. I would return to Jeffrey's mansion to attend
to his sexual desires, and when he was finished with me,
I'd be off on my adventures. On the day before
we were to be heading back to Palm Beach, Jeffrey
had a new proposition for me. I could make double
the money I was making if I would look for
pretty girls and convince them to come back to Jeffreys
to be further persuaded with money to engage and bisexual
and sexual acts with Jeffrey and I I asked him,
how does one actually propose to do such a thing
to a complete stranger, Well, he said, in a build
up to another kind of lesson. If I were you,
I would use your charm to entice them and my
money to bring them. I would tell them you work
for a multi billionaire who has a taste for young,
beautiful girls, and with his contacts in the acting, modeling
or husband world, your boss could help them. All they
have to do is come and meet me first. If
I wasn't so naive at the time, I would have
seen what exactly he was doing with me. My prospects
were massage credentials, but with too much pain for my past,
I could only have hope. Not that I was a
shy girl, but picking up girls for one reason alone,
only to be endorsed for her body didn't sound like
something I could do. But, not wanting to displease my master,
I told him I would give it a go. You
could tell he was instantly excited with my agreement. He
started to reveal the politics of what kind of girls
he was looking for. He wasn't into multicultural girls, a
very chauvinistic perception. He said he had to be uniquely
gorgeous to be accepted by him, but definitely no African
American girls. He was racist against anything different to his kind,
a very narrow minded way of thinking for such a
supposed brilliant man. The list went on and on. No
girls with tattoos or piercings, or gothics, or drug users
or prostitutes. Basically, he wanted everyone's daughter that looked like
the girl next door with blue eyes and blonde, curly ringlets.
I just nodded and smiled, wanting this to be over
and move on to another conversation, but so worked up
from the previous talk. Instead, he persisted to show me
what exactly I was good for to him. He took
me up to the highest loft in his large mansion
and he lay down on his large bed, expecting me
to know exactly what he wanted done as alway as
I complied. Part of me hating him for having to
degrade myself to be so subservient to his sexual whims,
and another part of me telling myself to be grateful
for the opportunities I was being given. The battles in
my head were beginning to cause me too much anxiety.
When we got back to Palm Beach. I asked my
mom to take me to a doctor's appointment for some
headaches that I'd been getting lately, so she wouldn't question me.
I walked out of the doctor's office with a prescription
of mine altering anxiety tablet called Xanax. Not only did
it help with anxiety, but it also acted as a
blanket over terrible memories, so when I had to perform
degrading acts, I would take a few pills and forget
what happened within the next hour and be able to
become someone without a battling conscience. I spent my sweet
sixteenth birthday on his island in the Caribbean, next to
Saint James. He liked to call it Little Saint Jeff's.
His ego was as as enormous as his appetite for fornicating.
I was given birthday cake and a new collection of
designer makeup from London. Glaine made a joke after I
blew out my array of candles and said I'd soon
be getting too old for Jeffrey's taste and soon they'd
after trade me in. She was only half joking in
a sad reality, though a few days after my birthday,
a girl was flying out to the island to join
us for a few days before flying back to NYC.
I was introduced to a pretty girl a few years
my senior, name Sarah. She had long ash, blonde hair,
and big brown eyes that hinted she had a cheeky nature.
She had known Jeffrey before I had, and he was
supposedly trying to help her getting acting jobs in LA.
She was obviously accustomed to the lifestyle he provided her,
making it ever so apparent with her prompt attention she
lavished on him. She would do things like strip nude
and bathe around the swimming pool, taunting them for sex.
She was good at what she did, even putting me
at ease with her cool persona and funny jokes. Jeffrey
told me privately that she was one of his best,
procuring young girls into her entrapment and delivering them to
him when he was in town. And when it came
to time in private chambers with Jeffrey, her and I,
it wasn't hard to comprehend. She was devoted to the moment,
giving Jeffrey every imaginable lustful desire he could fathom. On
the last night, there, we all took a trip over
to Saint James to go for a stroll. Ought I
thought it was past seven pm, and Jeffrey rarely stayed
out past then unless it was some event or dinner party.
While Galaine and him looked the average couple strolling arm
in arm through the streets, he said to Sarah and I,
why don't you two hit the night club here and
see if there is anyone interesting to bring back for
the evening. It was more of an order than a request,
and I knew why we came out tonight and why
Sarah was invited. Tonight was all about training, and Sarah
was going to show me the ropes and picking up girls.
Although there was no one too accustomed to Jeffrey's distinct
taste to bring back. Watching Sarah flirt from girl to
girl like a floating butterfly gave me enough insight into
what I was expected to do. Within months, I had
become his handy little helper. Not only would I run
to his beck and call, but I also aided Glaine
in bringing in more girls to keep the appetite of
our sexually starving chief from going hungry. I once asked
Elaine why she did what she did for him instead
of having a common monogamous relationship and getting jealous like
a normal partner would. She replied, simply, it takes the
pressure off of me having to do it. That's sat
at all. We were all under the shade of Jeffrey's
money tree, and not even someone like her could escape
from its lure. Just like Lane had trained me, it
was now my job to reiterate that onto other girls.
Un Thus, the cycle of girls trying to climb the
chain of hierarchy would start over each time I brought
a new one. In the sessions rarely differed much. They
would mostly start out with Jeffrey on top of the
massage table already naked, and me leading a girl into
massaging them until his instructions came to remove our clothing,
and if they agreed to that, then Jeffrey knew he
had them in his pocket and could do whatever else
he wanted. He was never turned down in the many
years I stayed with him, Never being shy, he would
tell us to start kissing each other, or depending on
what he wanted, we would perform erotic acts, sometimes with
him fondling us or just masturbating while he watched. On
explicit occasions, sex toys would be used on us girls,
making it all the more exciting for him to observe.
Ending with the payment of two hundred dollars for the
new girl and four hundred for me bringing her. He
would then wait for us to leave before adding the
events details of names and payments in a little black
diary kept with him wherever he went, so if he
were anyone of the city he's lived in, he would
always have contacts for sex. So the little black book
we always talk about. If you're looking for a list,
that's it. I was slowly climbing the ladder as Jeffrey
was happy taking me everywhere with them within the States.
Merely at home, I distanced myself from my family altogether,
and with Jeffrey renting me an apartment in Royal Palm
Beach as well as a plush furnished apartment in NYC,
there was hardly a need to see them. I just
couldn't face everyone thinking they all knew what I was
really doing, traveling around with a man old enough to
be my grandfather who supposedly only wanted me for massages,
much further convincing myself of the lies I told myself.
I took a liking to the xanax. I felt it
was all a dream at times, even meeting up with
my old contacts from school years who experimented with drugs.
I was flying around the country, seeing so many places
in America I had only heard about movies, and making
more money than anyone at my age and loving it.
My friends didn't believe the lies I told them about
only being a massage therapist, some of them asking if
they can meet Jeffrey too. At this point my life,
my heart went missing for a while, and I stooped
so low. I was even bringing my friends. I just
saw them as easy commission. When I wasn't playing servant
to my master, I was partying hard, eventually using ecstasy, acid,
and marijuana to disillusion. The times I would have spent
away from Jeffrey to think about what I was actually
doing with my life. I realized something one day while
I was alone. Although I had Jeffrey to attend to sexually,
it was not gratifying. I need someone to come home to,
someone I could call my boyfriend, and that showed me
a motion, not just a job to get done. All right, folks,
we're going to wrap up that episode right there, and
in the next episode, we're gonna pick up where we
left up, and that's with the start of Chapter seven.
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