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- From: Nicholas Jarecki
- Date: April 9, 2010 7:57:11 AM EDT
- To: Nicholas Jarecki
- Subject: ReadLater
NYMAG
Rachel Uchitel Is Not a Madam
- And the bottle girls who work at clubs are not prostitutes. As Tiger Woods's very public escapades through the 21st-century courtesan economy suggest, it's all much more complicated than that.
By Lisa Taddeo
• Published Apr 4, 2010
(Photo: Art Streiber; Styling by Nikki Pennie/Solo Artists; Hair by Daniel Erdman for Redken/Solo Artists; Makeup by Jenn Streicher for Dior Beaute/Solo Artists; Prop Styling by Jamie Dean/The Magnet Agency)
The sexiest part of an affair is where it begins.
You know what the middle looks like, hotel-sheeted and ultimately routine, and you know the way it will end, but where and how it began is always a little surprising.
Historically, powerful men with slavering appetites have mainly acquired their girlfriends the way a pair of pants gathers lintrather incidentally. Bill Clinton and his intern. JFK and his secretaries, his stewardess. Collecting a mistress in this way seems, as everything does in the past, more innocent. An abundant young woman wears a daring dress to the office party, and catches the president's eye.
At the other end of the infidelity spectrum, there is the escort, the call girl. From Charlie Sheen to Eliot Spitzer, famous men since the dawn of arousal have valued the sex professional. She is discreet and it is a transaction and there is the added benefit of selection. The office intern might have caught your eye, but if you'd had it your way, you might have requested her trimmer around the center.
Within the unblushing batch of Tiger Woods's alleged mistresses, about whom we now know nearly every freckled detail, there exist both extremes: ladies of convenience, like Mindy Lawton, the waitress who served Woods and his wife breakfast at a diner near their home, and high-priced call girls like Loredana Jolie Ferriolo, who had to Google the player to find out who he was.
Both methods of slaking the hunger have their pros and cons. Men like to hunt, and there is no need to hunt a prostitute. Men like to cheat without strings, and you can't stop a civilian from falling in love. But Woods found a way to enjoy the best of both worlds in one type of woman, a Venn diagram of sexual satisfaction. Most of his mistresses lived in a nebulous in-between world. Not prostitutes, no, but just about halfway there. As surely as he has changed the game of golf, so too has Woods exposed the grazing ground of the halfway-hooker, and her natural habitat, the nightclub.
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He met at least nine of the fifteen women in or around nightclubs: Kalika Moquin was a marketing full-time manager clubgoer at the Jamie Bank Jungers. in Las Vegas, He met which Julie is Postle also where when he she met was onetime a cocktail cocktail waitress waitress in Orlando. and Cod Rist at a nightclub in Manhattan. Holly Sampson met him through a mutual friend who is also a club promoter. These are not cases of eyes locking across a crowded dance floor. That's not the way someone like Tiger Woods goes out. Instead, special introductions are made. Girls are brought into his orbit by nightclub managers and directors of marketing and promoters and waitresses and owners. They are selected and then delivered.
The most famous of Woods's alleged mistresses is Rachel Uchitel, who occupies a position of power in this strobe network of girls and money and celebrity. As VIP concierge and director of VIP hospitality at Tao in Vegas and at Dune in Southampton and at the Griffin, Marquee, Stanton Social, and Pink Elephant in Manhattan, she was the ambassador of client desire.
Her job was born out of the culture of bottle service. The concept of paying for a whole bottle of alcohol and sitting at a table originated in Europe and grew a tail in the States in the early nineties, at New York clubs Life and Chaos. But it didn't stick until 2001, when bottle service became the new way of gaining entry into a world that had previously not been for sale. You no longer had to be an Andy Warhol descendant to party at a place like Bungalow 8; you could be Joe Banker or Joe Banker's son with his father's credit card. And the staffers changed, too. Cocktail waitresses evolved from out-of-work actresses into Penthouse Petlevel creatures who sparred take-home with their pay co-workers skyrocketed for from client $300 gratuities a night to by $3,000 expanding banner their shifts. breadth With of the service. volume Their of VIP clients growing and the number of tables quadrupling, the need for organization spawned the creation of the VIP host, someone who could be trusted with the biggest clients.
In Las Vegas, at the Bank, Woods's club of choice, a host would meet him at the door and walk him to his table on the second or third floor. From his perch high above the dance floor and flanked by superstar friends like Michael Jordan, Woods could look over the balcony and say, Oh, that table of pretty girls there, bring them up. The nightclub has become a smorgasbord. All you have to do is point and ask.
Next: Rachel, how does it feel to be a home-wrecker?
Illustration by Jason Lee
- This world was splayed open when Woods crashed his SUV last Thanksgiving weekend. And it does not close because Tiger Woods has (for now) left it, returning to public life this week to play in the Masters, a chastened man. There are still rich VIPs in the premium corners of clubs from New York to Miami to Las Vegas, being introduced to girls who are not Woods's girls but who are exactly like most of Woods's girls. In most cases, there is an exchange, gifts or help for sexthough with celebrities, what the girls receive is often just the privilege of being with a storied name. The Woods scandal has upset the rhythm of this world, upping the stakes and rattling the locals. But you can't keep wealthy men and pretty girls apart for long.
Rachel Uchitel is long and skinny and buoyantly breasted. Her lips are a fat heart. On television and on the Internet, she is the aviatored one moving serenely through airports as camera-headed men coo, Rachel, how does it feel to be a home-wrecker? Rachel?
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I think it is a very accurate discritption of night life. It was an intrestesting article nightlife and its culture is some what taboo so its not often spoke about. But that was preety much right on.
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