My personal sting story
My personal sting story
A while back, I was driving an escort on a day shift. We were having a good day. I think we were on our way to our 3rd call and we had 2 more waiting and it was still early. We drove up to Hyatt and everything looked good, but I probably didn’t check around the hotel as much as I should have. We got to the third floor, and she went into the room while I waited outside. After a few minutes she called to tell me that she had gotten the fee. I was relaxed, thinking that we would probably make some good money that day. All of a sudden, the door to the room next door was flung open and two people ran into the room that the girl went into. One more person came out and headed in my direction. I didn’t take me long to figure out that this was a sting. I put my hands up and told the officer that I had some pepper spray in my pocket and he arrested me.
The interesting thing about police on stings is that they seem to like doing these things. They really weren’t that bad. Other then the fact that they arrested me, they were pretty nice. They try to get information out of you but they know it’s a game and you’re not going to tell them anything so it’s really not too bad… no interrogation under a bright light or anything like that.
They put us in a police car and drove us to the station. We went through the typical fingerprinting and questions to make sure we weren’t crazy or anything. They actually let me get numbers out of my cell phone so I could make a call later (they don’t let you call right away because you could alert other escorts of the sting).
The problem started when I got into the jail. You see, jail personnel are not police officers. I think they resent that a little so they take it out on the people in the jail. I was talking to someone in a different cell and a deputy came over to me and started a verbal fight with me for no reason. I said something to him that made everyone in the jail laugh at him. Needless to say, that got me thrown in a kind of solitary cell… it really sucked. In retrospect, I probably shouldn’t have done that… but it was funny.
Because of my “talk” with the deputy, I was the last one in the jail to use the phone. I made my call but everyone had already figured out where I was. I finally went to a regular cell and got out the next day. Jail really sucks. I always think about what happens if there is some natural disaster… how the hell would I get out of here???
I got a court date and went. The charges were prostitution, furthering prostitution, and being a runner with no license (A runner is basically what they call the person who holds the money for the girl and takes it back to the agency). The reason the charges were prostitution is because the girl screwed up and propositioned herself before she knew the guy wasn’t a police officer. If she would not have done that then the charge would have been escorting without a license. The reason they charged me with prostitution is because … well, I have no idea why they charged me with that.
I brought a copy of the prostitution laws with me to my pre-trial conference with the prosecutor. I said there was no way I did this, and I was not pleading to any kind of prostitution charge. The police generally charge you with a lot of things so that the prosecutor has something to bargain with. In this case the deal was pleaded to one prostitution charge and they drop the rest. There was no way I was pleading to prostitution because I didn’t do that. They set a day for me to come back.
The worst part was that before I had a chance to talk to the prosecutor, I saw a lot of people pleading to prostitution… it really sucks the way that they trick all these people to pleading out… the legal system is anything but fair sometimes.
I went back to court and this time I talked to the lead prosecutor. I gave her the same talk and she just kind of looked at me and smiled. I told her I would not take any prostitution charge and that I had already filed the paper work to go to court with a jury trial. Prosecutors don’t want to go to court, they would much rather settle without a trial, especially a jury trial. She said kind of laughing, that it’s hard to find a jury that thinks prostitution is a big deal. She knew this wasn’t going anywhere so she offered me a simple trespassing charge… I accepted. The really funny part is when the judge asked me if I accepted this charge, he also informed me that this charge had nothing to do with what I did. He asked me if I understood that… I said yeah and laughed. What kind of legal system do we have that lets you plead to something you didn’t do in order to get out of something that shouldn’t be illegal in the first place… only in America!