Much better stuff: http://deadspin.com/5416948/chaos-i...gation-into-the-sexual-habits-of-pro-athletes Here's a story about three women and their relationships with Tiger Woods. One is a p*rn star you haven't met. The other two are rumored mistresses, but they're really much more important than that. Welcome to Tigerland. The biggest misconception about the Tiger cheating scandal is that Rachel Uchitel and Kalika Moquin, two of the first three women named by the tabloids, were his full-time lovers. They may have been at some point (especially Rachel, some say on numerous occasions) but that was not their primary function. No, Uchitel's main job was to provide women for Tiger during his globetrotting excursions to various tournaments, charity functions and ****-and-run private-jet weekends with his Fortune 500 party pals that he seemed to enjoy so much. Kalika Moquin? Many Las Vegas insiders doubt that she ever slept with Tiger. But she did set him up with some sweet VIP service at The Bank or at Bare like any good hostess would: a roomful of available girls with a certain look that Tiger wanted, flown in just for the occasion. This is the world of high-end nightclub VIP treatment, where velvet ropes guard comfy, cloistered areas with leathery couches and bottles of Grey Goose, everything catered to the wishes of the much sought-after professional athlete clientele. And, yes, sports fans, that means loading their velvet-roped stable with fake-boobied ponies to ****. "The fact that people don't understand that these affairs are well-orchestrated is pretty naive," says one VIP concierge who has worked with Uchitel (we'll call him "Serge" for the sake of not always having to say "VIP Concierge Number 1" when using his quotes). "Rachel Uchitel works for Tiger the minute he gets off the plane wherever he is: from dinner, to photos, to nightclubs, to drugs, to girls — whatever he wants." And Tiger's a mighty whale. Serge estimates she's probably on retainer for about 10-15k per month to handle all his dirty business, and the tips for successful Tiger poontang-wrangling (among other things) could net her upwards of 50k in tips. Rachel knows not to mess around with somebody like Tiger; that whole "I didn't bang Tiger!" charade she pulled with anybody who asked after the National Enquirer tailed her to Melbourne may have been somewhat true (meaning: she's not his main chick), but Tiger's probably not concerned with whatever she has to say about their true-or-false copulation activities — he's more concerned that she knows how Tiger's been feeding off a menu of 20-and-30-something bubbleheads for years provided to him by Uchitel via her concierge service. No, it's not exactly prostitution — but these girls are flown in from LA to Vegas for a weekend of all-expenses and free drinks and admission into this world of über-rich sleaziness. If a famous athlete takes an interest, they certainly have the option to do whatever it is they want (no pressure!). So Rachel? She basically got caught in Melbourne on one of her many girl-corralling expeditions for one of her most important clients, which is a crucial part of her job. "She knows everybody and everybody knows her," Serge says. "The clubs pay her big money for the clients that she brings in. She's not a ****ing floozy or nothing. She's a real event planner. She's not just some girl that lifts up the velvet rope and sucks guy's dicks. She's the kind of girl that when you talk to her, you know, she's all business. She's beautiful, she's smart and her agenda is to land big clients — not big boyfriends." And if Uchitel were to start dishing, then plenty of other Sportsmen of the Year — not to mention certain members of the media who cover them — would suffer a similar fate as Tiger. There are many, many, many doors that many, many, many people would prefer stay tightly closed for now. So think of Rachel not as a spurned mistress but more as a faithful confidante in Woods' elite inner circle. She knows where all the coochie is buried (even more than we know at this time), and if there has been any kind of financial transaction made for her silence, it was done with that in mind. Another equally viable alternative is that Rachel had the good sense to know she'll have quite a career for herself in this "legit" business once all this Tiger mess has passed. She knows how to honor the omerta of all VIP hosts that Tiger paid big money for her to observe. Same thing Kalika, whom Serge describes as a "goody-two-shoes" of the Vegas nightlife scene, someone who's so meticulous about her work that she'd never entertain the notion of sleeping with Tiger simply because it would be very bad for business. "****ing Tiger would be really terrible for her reputation as a marketing and event planner for these places. There's big money in that. She's legit, dude!" (Yes, Serge says, "Legit, dude!" just as you'd expect he would.) The one girl who didn't surprise anyone in this mess is budding reality star Jaimee Grubbs. According to VIP Concierge # 2 (let's call him, I don't know, "Jorge"), she was wrangled for a weekend, possibly by some folks at The Bank (where Kalika just so happened to work), but she was always such an attention w**** that a kajillion-word Us Weekly article buttressed with saved text messages and voicemails fit her profile to a capital extra "E." "Everyone on the scene knew who Jaimee was in Vegas the minute she stepped off the plane," Jorge says. "She dated a guy at The Bank for a long time." She had big plans, big dreams, she was gonna be a star ... but she fell in love with Tiger while watching Angels & Demons. That'll help a career, won't it? Dum-dum. Jaimee (and the other little yapping Tiger girls) annoyed the crap out one of Tiger's mistresses — a person who actually considered herself a "full-time" of Tiger's thanks to years of faithful service to his virulent sexual appetite. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Veronica Siwik-Daniels aka Joslyn James, a double-D brunette whose specialties include being double-penetrated on camera in many NSFW films. But Jorge, proud Facebook friend of Miss Siwik-Daniels, said that this status update she posted on Dec. 2 was meant for all the ladies running their mouth about her man, Eldrick. "I find it comical when certain individuals have no life of their own and want to be ME...so terribly bad. LMAO!" The emphasis on "ME," says Jorge, was Veronica's way of respecting her unique relationship with Tiger and not becoming part of the screeching hordes. She did not return a message left on her phone requesting comment. Good for her. Jorge was less discreet, however, telling me that Joslyn used love to talk about "all the freaky **** Tiger dug in bed," and that every time he'd come to town he'd pay for a visit. You know, with cash. But here's what we've learned throughout this Tiger mess, which, in many ways, may change how some of these athletes are covered. Athletes have utilized the VIP service to engage in their affairs (and meet possible mistresses) for the sake of (supposed) privacy, philandering without the hassle of having to do any work themselves to land these women. It's a dirty business all around. But what to do now, since Tiger has gone and messed it up for a bunch of people who were pretty safe from prying eyes and camera lenses whenever they stepped out on their wives and girlfriends during Vegas weekends? CHAOS REIGNS ... Welcome to the new world, mainstream media, where the blanks are about to be filled-in. The truth will set you free. Now, bring me the client list of Pam Trahan and let's really start some ****. ---------------------------------------------------------------- http://www.blackbookmag.com/article/good-night-mr-lewis-beyond-tiger-woods-rachel-uchitel/13763 Beyond Tiger Woods & Rachel Uchitel: How It Works By Steve Lewis December 07, 2009 Beyond Tiger Woods & Rachel Uchitel: How It Works Lemme tell you somethin', this pimpin that I got in my blood, it came from a family tree. My granddaddy was a pimp, my great great great granddaddy was a pimp. I'm talkin' bout pimpin' since been pimpin' since been pimpin'. -- Baby Powder Rachel Uchitel has club roots. Her grandparents ran El Morocco, which should always be mentioned in the same breath as places like the Copacabana, or the Stork Club or 21 or the Cotton Club. She grew up in the biz. People who work in the club industry might not like this little story -- or it will be so obvious to them that it's not worth reading. Promoters, hosts, waitresses -- not all but many have, over the last five years or so of the "bottle service era" become basically pimps and ho's. I have a good friend who never refers to a model as a model. He just calls them hookers. "Yeah, I'll be rolling deep with about a dozen hookers." He might text me something like this to entice me to his table. Is this all not obvious? Is this not how the world works? The photographers want to meet the models who need to meet the photographers to make their rent money or they’ll go to a club to meet a rich dude who will pay their rent and so on. The "real"' models -- the ones who are actually making bank -- may just want to meet interesting, like-minded folk. It's the same old story. I've seen it in Bogart movies. The bottle service era just defined it and refined it a little better. Say a rich dude or a celebrity who the club wants to entertain regularly and constantly is coming to a joint. A publicist or a friend with connections will hook him up with a dependable promoter or a club hostess or in many cases an owner/manager type. This VIP shows up ... a credit card will secure the real estate ,table, and some booze is thrown into the mix. Where that person is seated is the whole tamale. Promoters bring girls—girls who would die to meet a celebrity or a whale. They will have sex with him. Wake up, America—everyone is having sex, especially hotties and successful types. Cash may not actually change hands for sex; it’s not a straight-up money deal necessarily. But it’s more like a “pleased to meet you famous or rich sir” deal. A VIP usually has “entanglements” like a wife a gal or at least an image to maintain. The VIP can’t be seen hitting on random waifs in a club. He doesn’t have time to court or date these pretty young things. He might be thousands of miles away tomorrow. The getting-to-know-you phase is taken out of the mix. Promoters bring party girls out for a good time, and what happens after that is their own business but also the underlying business of clubs. Waitresses in high-end clubs are required to book tables. If they don’t, they are replaced by waitresses who can. Although many can get by with a flirt or a sit on the lap, many butter their bread and butter. Sometimes it’s just an occasional dinner, or they serve as arm candy at a function ...sometimes they make introductions for their clients to their attractive, available, and very willing friends. Clubs encourage these outside-the-club meetings. A waitress with a big client will be allowed to come in late as long as they bring a whale to the joint after the opera or benefit. Some waitresses are flown to Vegas or LA because the whale needs beauties around him he can trust. That trust is the all-important commodity here. Trust comes first, even before sex and certainly after. The Tiger-in-your-bank scandal seems to have legs—lots of them. The “fore” golf jokes seem to be moving past four and even seven and, well, it doesn’t seem it will end anytime soon. Rachel Uchitel has done her job. She has kept her mouth shut. That was always the deal and is always the deal. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and what happens in New York clubs stays in New York clubs. When Malaysian millionaire Jho Low was spending megabucks in NYC clubs, this reporter did not run the story because it would have broken the rules to talk about his fun. The New York Post broke the story, and Mr. Low started to lay very low. Talk is not cheap. It costs the clubs megabucks when spenders and celebs feel too unsafe to partake. Rachel Uchitel is a not a waitress. Whether she slept with her client Tiger Woods or not is irrelevant to me. She has a Blackberry full of business and celebrity clients. Every host in NYC has the same. The Blackberry of one host at a high end joint that I have seen tells the story. In it was a line-by -line description on how to service hundreds of very important people ... for example, the client likes Grey Goose or Dom Perignon . He likes a table in the action, or maybe a quieter less conspicuous location. He likes tall fun blondes, or he likes a more intellectual type. He’s looking for action or whatever comes his way. The host provides what the VIP needs. “Dependable” girls are always ready. Some of these gals are aspiring actresses or looking for a husband or just like the fun, the thrill. It’s the reason they left Kansas in the first place. Whatever—the main thing is that over time they didn’t blab about what happened with the men in question to the gossips, and the clients enjoyed their company. This is merely the tip of the iceberg, and I’ll let you guys fill in the rest of the blanks. This is business as usual in clubdom, and as I said, obvious to everyone in the game. It takes a good national scandal to say it out loud.
I'd agree with you if Tiger was a basketball player, but he's a golfer. These guys are the blandest pro athletes out there. Tiger's reputation before this mess was that he had no personality. Everyone saw Tiger as a golf playing, product pitching, 10 hours a day practicing robot. Keep in mind that Mrs. Tiger was a nanny for another famous golfer, Jesper Parnevik, before she met Tiger. I'm assuming that this Parnevik left a positive impression on her about Golfers and athletes in general, at least he never hit on her.
How did Rachel Uchitel keep her mouth shut? She specifically said she lied for Tiger, was sleeping with him, and had a press conference scheduled before it was called off at the last minute. She also achieved notoriety for saying she had an affair with another celeb. So the article misses badly on it's main point. http://www.thehollywoodgossip.com/2...achel-uchitel-claims-affair-with-tiger-woods/ The VIP service is nothing new - the alarming thing is the quality of the women (all the women) Tiger slept with. I understand his need for sexual dominance around women but the manner in which he went about doing it, the p*rn stars, the fact most of them had little to no social value, the fact he didn't plan on slowing down after having kids, the way in which they were spoon fed to him... tells me it is a sex addiction and nothing to do with a "prowling eye". And with the manner in which he was raised - he truly didn't know any better.
my question is Why would you marry so young? if you have all that money and power! damn .... enjoy for awhile and settle down at 40 or maybe not, like George Clooney. Tiger Wood Kobe
Elin, is that you? How naive are you, that's what you get for subscribing to Woman's Weekly and buying into stereotypes. Ever partied with white baseball (the most boring sport on the planet after curling) players? When you get past a certain income, it doesn't matter what your occupation is. You will have means to anything you want, and a daily barrage of temptation. Women are genetically predisposed to smell power from miles a way. Elin lacked intuition and perception, looked past Tiger's disinterest, and is paying the price for putting money above all else.
It's social pariah syndrome. If you lack relatibility or social skills - you can only live alone on an island for so long before needing to increase your social influence by becoming married.
10. But if you believe some of the recent articles, he's basically had an escort service for him wherever he goes. So maybe hundreds.
Money is money. These money hungry hoes don't care if you're basketball player,Golfer,Football Player,Baseball Player, Male Cheerleader,Chef. Plus Tiger is the one of the most popular sports athletes in today's world. Do you really think gold diggers were not after him? Hell I'm broke and a gold digger has been after me.
I think mateo's articles are further ammunition for my position. I'm not going to dig down and research statistics like Major wants, because frankly I don't care that much. If I'm wrong - ok. I still think you're a fool if you think marrying someone enormously rich and famous is not just asking for trouble. At a minimum, while your average Jerry Springer american may cheat just as much, you can be sure that the situations will be much more provacative with a billionaire athlete, and the publicity is obviously on a different level entirely. Am I supposed to feel sorry for her more than any other made-a-fool-of spouse just because she's tiger's wife? Give me a break.
If you're going to cheat why get married? I know why, because it's like putting vagina in a checking account ready for whenever you want to withdraw it.. When you're single getting vagina is like playing cards, you win some and you freaking lose some...
It's not so much a position as a stated lack of a certain emotional response, and nobody here (that I've seen) was talking about feeling sorry for the wife. But it's all good. We can agree there are a few billion people who deserve our pity before Tiger Woods' mother-in-law!
yeah...she should have known the person she loved and married would bang anything that moves. just because you hear about celebs/athletes cheating, doesn't mean that they all do it. It's not like people want to hear about athletes not cheating...not a great headline. Especially to the degree that women should "expect" it. Who the hell could ever expect all this to happen?!
