SYNOPSIS:

Jason was the nerdy type, he loved comic books, reading about electronics and physics and was a scholar at heart.

He loved to design cars and was avid about the inner workings of luxury vehicles. He loved to talk about world politics and every year volunteered overseas at various charity events.

Heck, the guy volunteered every week-end to help build homes for the homeless.

He typically had a disheveled look about him. He indeed looked slovenly, but he was kind of heart, caring for his family and friends and always had the best of intentions.

THE LOVE LIFE:

Simply put, he didn't have any....

He relied on "PALMela HANDerson" most of the time until the opportunistic invention of flesh lights. Many of which he hid underneath his bed. (Not kidding).

I still love the guy in a brotherly way.

He had many models and was proud of them, he even had celebrity names for many and in a wide arrangement of colors, shapes and sizes. He even had a full torso!

THE NIGHT:

This was in 2012 when BTC was about $13 each.

Jason was fascinated with these things... He was an avid everyday gamer.

In fact, I thought back then he had the potential of being a serious pro.

But through the advice of his parents, Jason decided to further his education and move on to scholarly efforts. He was a very smart guy, smart in the books but when it came to "street" stuff, he was way out of his league.

Jason was blithed.

It was both a night of pleasure and pain; he had just finished his dissertation and was overjoyed.

It wa a full 100% sensation high.
Somehow he wanted to take things further, and decided he wanted to celebrate with a "woman of the night".

At this moment I had no idea about the situation but would soon come to find out all the sights that this situation gained.

I got the phone call in the middle of the night, heavy breathing with broken, choppy speech sliced between every inhalation. He sounded scared, no, terryfied in fact.

His speech was incoherent and barely audible over the screaming of what I came to know was her pimp, demanding that he now pay the full $120 in cash plus an extra $200 for wasting his "f$%#^ing time".

I was shocked then and laughing later when looking back at the situation.
How did Jason really think he could pay a courtesan $130 in BTC for a GFE for half an hour and get away with it?!

The pimp told me I had an hour to get there or shit goes down and Jason will get "f^#^$ed up" and "If I am over an hour it will be an $200 extra on top".*

It was extortion at it's finest!

I slid to my car, drove like a bat out of hell to the bank, got $520 bucks and FLEW to the motel. I made it there in 43 minutes.

We were now "bitch boys", he called us and he wanted more than the generous $520 that I handed to him.

I had enough... Not only did he get the $120 for the GFE and an extra $400 on top but this Mo-Fo decided to peel back and pull out his knife to demand me and Jason empty our bank accounts.

He definately thought we were soft University type "bitch boys" that would piss our pants once he pulled that butterfly knife out.

I was pissed, there was no way this jerk-off was getting anymore of my money, $520 was already alot.

I KNEW WHAT I HAD TO DO:

I feigned compliance.

Jason knew what the look on my face was all about and he was despondent and doleful.

We walked out with Mr. Pimp following right behind us, as soon as we were out of the motel room, I made my move. I was all about using my voice before my fists.

Indeed, the motel was busy so this plan had to work.

Immediately after calling attention, people started to look our way, Mr. Pimp was not impressed. He grabbed Jason by the arm and started to initiate an arm lock.

Mr. Pimp didn't know I was (slightly) MMA trained.

I dove in and was successful in a take down. I was in his full guard position and on top.

He was dominated, and I started to throw bombs while screaming to Jason to get to the car, in not such nice words.

I gave the pimp some elbows while his working girl stood in a dismayed yet hostile postering.

Mr. pimp was pallid that us "bitch boys" has some fight. After throwing in a few elbows and seeing him dizzy, I made my escaped in a flurry, down the stairs and straight into the car and drove off.

WHAT NEXT?

At that moment in time, we were questioning whether to call the police or not.

I pondered, “If he did call the police, would he be arrested instead? Or maybe both of them would get arrested!”
What the hell was Jason thinking!?!!

The next day, we got a call from the police.

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