By Arthur Vanmoor;

How I started my escort service.


I started my escort service with absolutely no money and it became the largest in the USA. I made  Fort Lauderdale  the escort capital of the USA. I pulled in so much business, in 2001 the business was at it's all time high with more then 3000 dates a month. Credit card volume alone was over $250.000 a month.
 
Anyway, here is how it all started: First I need to explain how I ended up in the USA. I was always my own boss in Holland from the late seventies till 1991. I was a millionaire and had 9 clothing stores and a clothing factory.  Summer 1990 my first wife Neeltje Bangert had kidnapped my son from Holland to Belgium. I had raised him alone for the entire 4 3/4 years while she was a whore in a brothel and did not live with me and my son. My wife had left the baby at 6 months old with me and started to work in a brothel far away. Then at one point she was getting involved with a shady old man, Paul Broodhaers a client of hers, who was in the money laundering and cocaine business. They kidnapped my son to another country in violation of the Geneva convention. I had to kidnap him back and eventually and had to flee Holland with my 4 year old son because he wanted to be with me. He hated her! We went to  Miami, USA in April 1991. I had to leave my 9 clothing stores behind.  October 1991 my brother snitched me out. Neeltje came to the USA in Nov 1991 to kidnap my son back again. She hired a lawyer, made a false affidavit to the court in a hearing were I was not present. Turned out she had  lied to the court that she had permanent custody over the child in Holland. The judge ordered her passport to be held by her own lawyer till the next hearing. This attorney Michael Huisman gave her the passport in exchange for sex and she fled the USA in spite of the judges ruling he wanted her and the child at the hearing. The hearing was held anyway without her and after the facts were presented  that she was a prostitute in Holland and that I raised him, the custody was given to me.  That USA order was off course worthless in Holland. The USA could have sought her be brought back to the USA for perjury and kidnaping but this never happened and I did not have the money to push the issue. I went back to Holland and there she got custody despite her many broken promises for visitation rights and her constantly kidnapping and violating both Dutch and USA court orders. In Holland,  my son was nowhere to be found. After 6 months of failed searching and court hearings, I thought I might as well go back to the USA.
 
In Oct. 1992, I was 32 , I came back to the USA with only $1,500 . The first few years I could not really get motivated to do anything. I laid on the beach the whole day. I rented a studio on the beach for only $500 a month. I had a Buick Skylark from 1982 that was running on 3 cylinders instead of 4. I started a little handyman business with some guys working for me. I did not like being around men, so I stopped. Next I got in to driving at night girls for escort services. I was just waiting for the big break, which I thought would be one of my many patented inventions. In Sep. 1994, I did my biggest invention, the caulking tube improvement to prevent the after flow. It was my invention to make the plunger part smaller than the inside of the tube so it could be pushed backwards from the build up pressure. After I filed for the patent I disclosed it in confidence to a company. They stole the invention and never paid a nickel, never even offered to settle. From then on I would only spend money on attorneys (see more in chapter croocked judges.) . By Dec. 1994, I was just falsely arrested for the 4th time. I know I had to make big bucks for the attorneys for the patent law suit. I decided to start my own escort service. I was just barely in time to place ads in the Yellow Pages. Back then, you did not need to pay up front but got billed monthly. I never stole any clients or girls from other escort services I had worked for (like Heidi Fleiss did). The Yellow Pages had a limit of one ad per business owner. There were around a hundred ads in the Fort Lauderdale phone book. (The max ad size was 3 inches, no whole pages). So I created extra fictitious business owners to be able to get more adds. I discovered that you could file  for a corporation for just $70 and that no identification was needed. So I filed for Admiral escorts , Ambassador, (one of my own clothing brands), Albatross, Ambers, and American escorts. I used the names: Arthur Funmore, Bob Lucas ,Randall Goldcoin, Renee Sinclair and Oscar Void as the owners. Now I just had to sit back and wait till April 1995 which was when the phone books would come out.

I met my second wife Barbara Butts in Feb. 1995. She was 42 . (She died in June 2001 of heart failure due to too many drugs.) She looked exactly like Anna Nicole Smith from the time she had her TV show. She had inherited several hundred thousand dollars, her father was a wealthy Boca Raton land owner. She was real nice in the beginning. She even spent $50,000 on private investigators to find my son. We even went to Amsterdam in March 1995 after the investigator thought he found him. What I did not know at first was that she was a pill popping space cake and coke head. We married and I insisted on a prenuptial agreement knowing I would soon be way richer then her and in case of a divorce did not want to have to deal with money splitting and alimony. Well that’s what I thought.
(More about that later in  chapter crooked judges). In April, she moved in with me in my 2 bedroom apartment at the Intercostals.

The Yellow pages came out and I taught her how to answer the phone and book calls. She also interviewed and hired new escorts. She bought herself a new Corvette and co signed a lease for me on a Cadillac ETC panther edition to match her jewelry. Then she leased another, the exact same Cadillac, for herself. We did not have an office at that time, we rented a big house in Hallandale in May 95. 
The interviews with escorts were done in a super market parking lot in. When she would pull up in her black Corvette or  Panther Cadillac she looked like a million bucks. She had lots of real gold and diamonds hanging all over her. She looked like the most successful madam in history. When the girls would meet her they really felt comfortable and when she told them she owned the largest escort service in Florida, they believed it. Other escort services were at that time run by sleazy guys or dumb old broke ass broads. The escorts usually chose to work for her, which was in reality for me, without them knowing it. In the beginning, there was not really a lot of business, only a few booked dates per day. But slowly we started to build a clientele. I further implemented a few revolutionary changes in the way escort services were run. The normal thing was, back then, to take the phone nr. of the client and beep a girl, then tell the girl to call the client. I changed that system in to that Barbara would book the call, meaning ask preference of type of lady and get address and directions, then send the girl. No talking between client and escort. (5 years later every escort service in South Florida would do it that way) . I was also the only escort service that had Inc. (incorporated) behind the names in the phone book, which made it look more professional. I also found out quickly that escorts with drivers and/or pimps gave more problems. Customers do not like a girl coming out of a car with a guy in it. Girls with their own car did much better and were less shady. So I instructed Barbara not to hire girls with pimps or without their own vehicle. Barbara was able to hire those hard to get nice pretty girls.

Barbara had managed to hide from me that she was popping all kinds of pills and snorting lots of coke. She was also drinking lots of Heinekens everyday. Sometimes she was slurring on the phone and could not get out of bed in the morning. I felt deceived since I told her from the first moment I met her that I don’t like drugs nor want to be around it. Now this was my second time I got stuck with a wife turning out to be a crazy addict. She also started escorting just like my first wife. Lots of guys would say on the phone: “why don’t you come over, you sound so nice.” So she did, and she liked it so much, she kept doing it whenever they wanted a big girl. She could not do the phones 7 days a week no more so we had to hire extra phone help, we got this girl Susan, perfect for the job as phone operator. 

July 1995 I moved out of the house. I could not deal with her drug use and drug dealers coming to the house. I rented a condo on the ocean, transferred the escort phone lines to my condo and Susan answered the phones. After a month Susan got tired of working 7 days a week. Barbara started to do two days phone a week. Then in Sep. 1995 we made a deal that Barbara would lease the escort service for a fixed amount a day which was $240 same as 3 commissions of $80 (calls were $180) . For that she had the lines and everything over 3 calls she booked was her pure profit for her since I paid for the advertising. Susan started working for her. I thought it was time to abandon this home run business idea. I got an office in Hollywood (FL). At that time there was only 1 other escort service with an office. I knew that customers and escorts do not like dealing with men. (I have never answered the phone ever). So I started advertising in the employment ad: “female owned and operated” . This gave yet another boost in recruiting new pretty escorts. The fact that there was a real office further boosted the hiring of pretty escorts. We also opened during the day time. We did not do incalls, only outcalls. In April 1996, the new Yellow pages came out. I had doubled the advertisement volume. The lease became now 7 x $80 a day. Barbara was doing now between 12 and 20 calls a day. A few days after I had moved out of the house, she had her 16 year old son move in her house because she was lonely. He in turn moved 5 homeless friends in the house too. They were all real punk rockers and they had a real punk music band. Barbara started fucking her sons friends which were only 16 years old. They were driving her Corvette and Cadillac.

Barbara needed more sex and had a plan: In the employment ads you are not allowed to say that the job of an escort was only for females. Everyday at least ten losers would phone in and ask for a job as a giggolo. Of course, there was no job for that, but Barbara decided she could have some fun. The phone operator told the guys to come in for an interview. Most were ugly and just wanted free sex. If they looked allright, they were “hired”. The new male escorts needed to be sent on a first call. Barbara would pose as the first client. There was an $80 set up fee, so the guy only made $20 and never got a job. But Barbara had her fun with them. One day she met this guy, Kim Killpatrick, this very same way.   After a while Kim put in Barbara’s head that I was  using and exploiting her with the business deal. He did not like the idea that I was making money doing nothing. They wanted a lower lease. They made lots of money but still were late paying the lease! I warned them: ” If you miss the weekly lease payment again I will take the agency back.” And that’s what happened, in Sep.1996 they did not pay the weekly lease.

I switched the phone lines to a newly rented office building on Oakland Park Blvd, right by the I-95. I had wanted to move the office for a long time out of Hollywood to be closer to Fort Lauderdale.  That new office was yet another boost to the business. Barbara was out and only a few days later she filed for divorce. We were already separated for 14 months. Despite the fact we had a prenuptial agreement she still wanted alimony and a few million for what she claimed was what the escort service  and my invention was worth. She even wanted half of future earnings of my patents even though the inventions where from way before I met her. She also had the judge freeze all my money I had saved. (Read more about this in chapter crooked judges) . By October 1996, the service was up to doing 20 to 25 calls a day. I got Bonny Cook on board to be the manager. She was an old girlfriend I met in 1993 . She was in the late 70’s the wife of Bill Alderich. They were behind the then famous gold boullion project, taking in millions. She had an interesting life story and wanted to write a book. She was perfect for the job as madam, she was very charming. In Nov 1996. the cops raided the office. (read more later in chapter 12 false arrests) In Nov. 1996, I also got Janey Ellis on board,  Bonny turned out to be also a big coke head and pill popper just like Barbara. In January 1997, I gave Janey a raise to 13 dollar an hour and not to Bony who made $12.50 an hour. Phill was Bony’s boyfriend and he told her that I was exploiting her. She was running the show and taking all the risks while I was at home getting rich doing nothing, he explained. I told Phill she was not getting a penny more. She quit instantly.

In Jan. 1997 the escort service had moved to Fort Lauderdale on the prestigious  2200 Commercial Blvd. close to I-95. I made the office all beautiful with expensive furniture, 3 pin ball machines, a foosball table, a globe and video + TV and a tanning bed. Janey and I  had an open romantic relationship.
Kim Killpatrick, meanwhile, had cleaned out Barbara of her last 2 hundred thousand and fled to Australia. Barbara was now completely broke and surviving on my alimony of $7,000 a month. In April 1997, we noticed another new escort service agency had opened and was telling new escorts to never work for Arthur’s service. At that time it was unusual to bad mouth the competition. Janey and I went to the office of that other escort service and it was Bonny. She had a phone she had stolen from my office on her desk and she had tried to copy my formula. I told her good luck. A few months later she offered her agency for sale. And yet a few months later it closed. She was not able to get it running.

In Feb. 1998, the cops raided the office at 9:30 PM. They had a search warrant. I was not in the office since I was almost never in the office. The cops told Janey to call me. Barry Margolis, the lead agent, told me I should come down so I could see what items they were taking for the search warrant. He tried to trick me so he could arrest me. Janey did get arrested for racketeering. I got arrested a few days later (read more later, false arrest no. 7) The cops confiscated her Accura. They claimed it was used in the commission of a felony because she used it to drive to the office. The cop that had the pleasure to drive her to jail was a cop Janey had chased off the parking lot when he was fucking one of the escorts in his car in the parking lot. He was telling her: “Did I not tell you we were going to get you guys?” She had a $25,000 bond which I had a bail bond lady cover. When she got out of jail after 24 hrs., she was not the same anymore. She did not want to go back to work. She acknowledged that she was falsely arrested and charged but was scared to go back and maybe get arrested again. Janey was present the first time the office got raided in Oakland Park. She knew of the risk of a false arrest.  I also later paid $10,000 for her attorney.She received probation. Jeanny Hamilton became now the new manager.

Detective Barry Margolis kept calling my cell phone saying he would find me and get a squad team to arrest me. Nobody knew were I lived and I had no paper trail. I told him I was not going to talk to him and an attorney would contact him. Janey and I had met with Sid Fleischman with the intent to get him for her. She was not impressed with him, so he became my attorney. He called Margolis and Margolis told Fleischman for me to surrender because he had arranged for a low bond of only $37,500 . In racketeering cases, the bond is decided by the case agent. Fleischman an I went to the police station at 6:00 PM. Margolis was outside waiting with two other guys. They were smirking. As soon as Fleischman left they were laughing. The third guy was from the immigration, his name was Dan Minsker. He said that he was told by Margolis that I was illegal in the country and that I would get no bond because of the detainer immigration would put on me. I told him he was mistaken and was legal I gave him my Immigration attorney's phone nr. Meanwhile detective Harington, (a look a like of Laurel from the comic duo Laurel & Hardy), was calling me a fuckin scumbag and stated that my business was closed.

When I got to the main jail after 7 hours I had to wait another 12 hours before being booked. I had no bond, but the next morning when my bail bond lady checked again the immigration detainer was lifted. Minsker was an honest government official, he really had taken the effort to call my  immigration attorney. I got out exactly 26 hours later after I got in, so at 8:00 PM. When I got to the office building where the escort service was, the TV stations had set up their big trucks with antenna polls high up in the air. They ran to me and asked if wanted to be interviewed. I said why not. Later I saw that they had cut everything in a way so as to make me look like a stupid pimp. Pointing to my purple jacket and ostrich boots and my Rolls. They were like: “Mr. Vanmoor wants us to believe that all his escorts go on dinner dates and never have sex.” Same with the newspapers. Instead of questioning the absence of evidence and pointing to the police misconduct, they were making me and Janey Ellis look like idiots.

By Arthur Vanmoor