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Well, I'm kinda wondering if you were at the same club we were with that little rendition that you just spewed out. Are you sure you don't want to tell the truth before I have to?

Nah, I'll just tell it. Actually, I'll tell the story from the beginning of the trip.

I met Mr. James Russel, aka clickedadulttraffic.com on Friday when we arrived at the Redneck Getaway, through one of my personal friends. Now, as MANY people from the redneck show know I was turning down drinks left and right and was pretty much on the alcohol wagon with a few minor exceptions during the trip. (I actually caught quite an amount of verbal venom from my crew for drinking iced tea while everyone else got sloshed). No matter.

I met Mr. Russel at one of the tables when we first arrived. Seemed like a cool enough guy. One of my pet peeves is when people brag about how much money they make and how much traffic they have. If you tell me once I will remember, I am a reasonably smart person, but no, this guy has to keep telling me and telling me that he 19 million uniques a day to play with and that he has this expensive car, and that expensive car, and how he can't even drive them at certain times because he's afraid they'll get stolen, blah blah blah. The entire trip, everytime I saw this guy, all I heard is how rich he is, blah blah, and how much traffic he has, blah blah. I believe it was 19 million uniques a day by the end of the trip. I paid it no mind and attributed it to the fact that he was pretty hammered. I still at this point thought he was a cool guy.

One thing that threw a flag was watching how he was with the girls. More about that later.

By now its the first night of the show and I am ready to see Ft. Lauderdale ladies, so me and a few friends decide to go out on the town. This is not the night that Mr. Russel is bitching about, but I am setting up the night he speaks of, so please bear with me.

Continuing, my boy Scott (AKA S.A.K.), from Hundies is pretty much the man on the social scene in this area of the world so we end up taking Lia, Raven, Lisa (Mayors Money) and Ramos to this club called Automatic Slims, which I have to say is a hot tits club. Wow. Basically, Scott has connects there and we had a blast. Pics are coming.

Day 2

Chill around the pool and bar all day, again drinking only iced tea and water during the day. Have some great times thanks to Mayors Money. Great Show.

Moving right along, and to keep you all from getting bored, We, (RageCash) decide to reserve a VIP area at Automatic Slims and invite some of the people that we want to hang out with. Mr. Clickedadult traffic was not invited. I did here him saying that he and some other people were going there though. Throughout the next hour after the Jungle Queen cruise I casually invite the people I want to go, and inform them not to invite anyone else as we only have a small two table VIP area. (Saturday night in Ft. Lauderdale, was busy as fuck. Had I been able to get another area, I would have, just too busy. We give the club my RageCash credit card and my drivers license as collateral for the area.

So, invited were, Mayors Money people, Platinum Dave +2, (they had a little problem with security but I got them back in, becasue they WERE invited. Aaron M +1. Brooke Skye, Kay Young (Mayors wife), and two other Mayors Money girls. Lia, Raven Riley +2. Juicy, Ramos, Lisa K (Mayors Money, Jonesy, Web Lass, and a few others. The total I don't remember. We had about 23 people and weren't aware that the VIP area holds about 16. Mr. Clickedadulttraffic is still not invited.

Now, we arrive at the club with our entourage of too many people. The area has been made ready and bottles and glasses and and stuff are already chilling on the table. Guess who is in my VIP area? Yep, Mr. Clicked adult traffic. Me being the person that I am, am not offended, instead I let the night proceed, while others in my posse' did want to get rid of him I did not. I allowed him to stay, because at this point, all he's done to me is brag a little bit about his income and traffic. No worries.

Now, being that not all of our crew got in to the VIP area right then, some of them, and me included, bounced off to just roam the club until the club cleared

When we showed up at the club, the club would only give me 16 wristbands until parts of the other VIP section cleared out so I could take over that section, so him being in my area took up a spot, still, not a problem.

When it got interesting is when he started to mess with the girls. Brooke Skye, Kat, and the other two Mayors girls were lets say "frollicking" together and doing "girl things". Dancing, fooling around, whatever girls do that we as guys should not disturb when they are doing it. I think you get my drift. Mr. Clickedadulttraffic trys to squeeze into the action, and slaps brooke skye on the ass in the process. This is where I step in and pull him aside.

I inform him that he was not invited, tell him that he can stay, as I am not a dick, but he has to keep his hands off of the girls and just admire them as we all do. Mind you, I have Raven, Lia, The Mayors Girls, and 3 or 4 others, that out of respect I won't name, because they are not in the Industry, persea. To say that the girls were having fun together, would be an understatement. We as men do not get involved when they do that stuff.

Now, In the process, I politely tell him to behave himself, and have a good time, have some drinks, and blah blah blah. I'm not really the "its MY party", kinda guy, but if you're drinking on my tab, you're gonna respect our women.

The night proceeds. Security and the club have to clean out the VIP area a few times and clear people without wristbands. Nothing I can do about that. I do, however, get the important people back in. Platinum Dave, and a few others. At one point it became such a clusterfuck, that I went upstairs and left everyone to party on my tables.

I come back about an hour later and start chilling again. I observe Mr. Clickedadulttraffic around the girls again, and the girls attempting to avoid him. Kat comes up to me and tells me that he is grabbing the girls asses. I witness this, and at this point have had enough, it was time have him go. We all drink too much sometimes and sometimes its best if you have let other people know. Throughout the process there are a few of the people who came with me that want to tear his head off, but I won't let them.

Everything goes downhill.

Security removes him from the area, but lets him stay in the club. They asked me if I wanted to have him out of the club. I said no. He keeps attempting to gain entry back into the club and security keeps denying him. He walks up to the ropes and starts shooting his mouth off to the guys in our crew that wanted to tear his head off. Security informs him again to walk away and go have fun, which security in any club normally does not do. Eventually, things at the rope started to get heated and security kicked him out of the club.

While all of this is going on, I am just having a good time and watching to make sure that the situation doesn't explode. Shortly thereafter, the club closes, and I pay the tab. No big deal, not that much, just under 2K. Outside, Mr. Clickedadulttraffic is screaming and kicking to get back in the club to "Beat Dj Airek's Ass". I can hear him outside. I can see the securities laughing, as he is about my size and not a threat to them. We've all been there. We've all been drunk and talk shit. Just so happens on this trip I was sober 90% of it and have a great memory of all of it. Still at this point, I'm not mad at the guy. You messed up, got drunk, molested some girls who didn't want your advances, and got kicked out of the club. All in a days work, no problem.


Here's where my problem with him begins. I just paid the 2K bartab, which you were offered to drink on, after not being invited to the private event. No problem. You get yourself kicked out, and want to kick my ass for it. Now, as everyone knows, I always have an entourage of people with me. I don't fight. Some of them like to. I have to be ushered to the cars so I don't get into it with Mr. Clickedadulttraffic.

The ride back to the hotel.

We arrive in front of the hotel. Guess who is behind us in the other cab? You guessed it. Well, he jumps out of the car as we pay the cab for the ride and starts coming after me. Two of my boys step in front of me and two in front of them to diffuse the situation and try to talk some sense into this guy. Although, I do not fight, the crew would have made short work of him. Now between the front of the hotel and wherever this guy was staying I saw 3 different people trying to tell him to go home. You can't talk sense into drunk people. I know, I normally am one. Not, sure what happened to him after that, I went to sleep and woke up and left sunday. I got home and found his thread and thought that people should see the sober side of the story.

Thats all folks.

DJ Airek