Alleged sexual trafficking network involving Jeffrey Epstein, Jean‑Luc Brunel, and police bribery in New York

Pulling a few tissues out of the box, he passed them across the desk to me. Trying to retract any damage done I said to him “I must look like such a mess to you and making you listen to my saga, I am so sorry... I shouldn’t have come to you with all of this.” He looked surprised and sympathetic “Quite the opposite actually. I’m glad you’ve come to me for help. I have got a lot of connections especially with the Palm Beach County Police Department. | give them regular hundred thousand dollar donations, and after I speak with them there will be nothing more to worry about. To be honest I’m more in shock about how much can happen to you in such a short time, your life is one big soap opera” Now he was chuckling and trying to make light of my somber mood. Laughing along too | replied, “‘ | know right? Drama just hangs around me like a bad smell”. We did some more light-hearted catching up and went out to the poolside for some lunch and a swim, concluding the evening with an erotic massage upstairs. He paid me the usual two hundred dollars and asked me to come back tomorrow. “In the meantime I don’t want you thinking about your sticky situation, consider it dealt with”. His attempt to brighten my spirits had worked relieved about money and the police but now I owed myself to him feeling indebted to him more now than ever. Chapter 14 As was promised I never heard back from the Police Department and Jeffrey had his favorite girl back by his side. We picked up where we left off ever better than before, I being entirely subservient to every sexual desire of his engaging myself in any role he wanted me to play. As he was getting older his appetite for sex never hazed, if anything it only increased. The orgies with other girls got larger in numbers and his appeal to younger girls, new toys and wilder nights expanded from once and awhile to quite an often occurrence in Jeffrey’s company. I put it down his new friend and business investment, Jean-Luc Brunel. A long time agent for young and upcoming models, Brunel, a French citizen, was known for roaming the world in search of young, naive beauties living in poverty stricken countries and willing to do just about anything for money. He would procure them mostly from Clubs in South America and the Former Soviet Republic. Filling their heads with fairytales of America and large amounts of money, he would promise them all of the finer things in life, sometimes even throwing a pill in their drink, if that meant getting them in his bed was becoming too much of a task. What he wanted is what he got, which is why him and Jeffrey 87 ultimately became close pals and he invested one million dollars into Brunel’s company. In return Jeffrey now had supply of girls on tap for him to choose from. With the assistance of each other, Brunel obtaining the illegitimate visas for underage-overseas girls and Jeffrey housing them at his brother’s apartment complex on 301 E 66" St, Manhattan, they were quite the team. Jeffrey and Brunel would charge them for rent, forcing them to work for them selling their bodies for money, nude pictures, and even pornography. These were what seemed like really nice people with not so nice intentions setting an impression of how the dignified wealth play and behind closed doors they had as much civilized manners as a barbaric chimpanzee in heat. Giving a girl a step-up in finances by teaching them there only worth is what lay between their legs, us girls all were the same in the end, regardless of what country we came from, what language we spoke or our cultural indifferences, we all were being used for one thing alone, our youthful looks and beautiful bodies. Being Jeffrey’s permanent sidekick, I would have to part-take in a many of the hedonistic exploitations that went on at one of his many residences, which meant having to be uninhibited with many girls my age and younger. Being complete strangers was hard enough but we couldn’t even understand each other, speaking in different tongues we were expected to excel at preforming many acts of lovemaking and foreplay on each other, while being observed by a man in a corner jerking off. Not exactly what I would call an advantage in my stage of life, but in my head I was convinced we all had to do what we had to do to get on with life and if that meant doing all of this to keep Jeffrey happy, then I would do that. It didn’t take long in the accompaniment of Brunel for Jeffrey to hit an all time low, at least one that [ knew about. Stupid enough or sick enough, | don’t know which one it is or both but Jeffrey bragged about his birthday present from Brunel, once accepting three, twelve year old girls, sisters at that. He replayed the descriptive events with me telling me how they all massaged him and finished him off orally. He was so excited about the entire event, replaying over and over again over the next course of weeks how cute they were and how you could tell they were really young by the small amount of hair growth in their pubic region and non- existent breasts. A twelve year old, are you serious? I thought to myself. I still can’t shake the feeling of disgust when | recall the look on his face as he told me time and time again of how his lust brought him to that profound low. He went on to tell me how Brunel bought them in Paris, France, from their parents. Offering them the usual sums of money, visas, and modeling career prospects was a bribe of the worst kind, they were just children. 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