Thank you for the link. Facts are almost as important as internet rumors, and mindless speculation, but not as entertaining.
: )
All kidding aside, could you tell me what you think her reason/goals for pursuing this in the media and court are ?
She says on page 9 of the complaint that she has had NBA players, actors, rock stars, and other VIPs as clients. She says on the same page "Very rarely, almost never, do clients make sexual innuendo to me and I set a professional atmosphere from the beginning of walking into a room for a session."
She then goes on to explain in detail about the event -- for the beginning of when things went wrong, see pp.15 - 16 of the transcript.
"...I got so freaked, I just got, I got a tiny bit mad under my terror. I decided to clarify things by asking him as he angrily complained that I was not doing what he wanted, for him to show me exactly what he wanted me to do, such as where to massage. I said well, why don't you show me. 'Cause I thought this is too not. He grabbed my right hand hard, shoved it down under the sheet to his pubic hair area, my fingers brushing against his penis and firmly planted my hand on his pubic crest region and said to me, 'There!' in a very sharp, loud, angry-sounding tone. This was all happening really fast as you can imagine. Further yet into shock from both his demand and his angry, intimidating behavior, I subtly and slowly slid my hand up away from the area and told him it would be counter productive massage technique as he had said that he'd wanted to unwind from stress and relax and that it would get him too away I said euphemistically and diplomatically. I felt like I was dancing on the edge of a razor. He angrily raged in accusatory and threatening confrontational he bellowed at me. Just scared the shit out of me. I mean I had no idea and I, I've never had a client yell at me except for one who is brain injured and she was drunk and I've worked with her all the time. She's just a mess but she's like five feet tall (laughs) and she'll cry."
"Okay so, he screamed at me. He goes, I'm not asking imagine yelling, I'm not asking for you to do anything inappropriate. To which I replied in a softer, terrified, calming tone, No impropriety was inferred, Sir. At this point I was realizing just how crazy and insidious he was and how precarious my situation was when he said the aforementioned even though he clearly wanted inappropriate touch. It's like to make your mind go nuts. He was moaning, groaning, moving and acting in a very suggestive way. It was unreal. I never even had any of my hotel clients get angry, yell, or act out at me before. During the massage episode, I realized much to my horror that I was in the perfect storm and that I was in a room with someone who was Teflon coated in terms of his credibility and celebrity status and my usual safety net idea in all hotel massages before this, of being able to escape from such a potential situation of perverted or threatening behavior from a client which would be terminate the massage and leave the room immediately for help from the front hotel desk, even running and / or shouting for help in the hallway if deemed necessary was completely worthless in this situation. It was no longer viable because I feared that if I ran for the door to get out, I could or would b violently accosted by some security detail for seeming to be hostile, inappropriate, insubordinate or threatening to him and I feared being Tased or shot by them as a first and immediate response. I also feared that if I made dissent with Gore, I could be in danger of being falsely arrested for false allegations of alleged soliciting or even attempted assault in his efforts to do damage control, and I felt certain that any, even the smallest complaint from him to the hotel, could also destroy my work reputation in all the hotels and hence, do irreparable damage to my livelihood. Not to mention damage my personal reputation which I had spent years building with my livelihood. I felt very uncertain if I'd be able to get our of the room without being accosted by him anyway at this point."
On page 16 she writes
"He then tried another tactic as though he had very suddenly switched personalities and began in a pleading tone, pleading for release of his second chakra there. There's so much tension being held. This was yet another euphemism for sexual activity he was requesting put cleverly as though it were a spiritual request or something."
On page 16, as she wraps up the massage,she goes to wash her hands and arms "to give him privacy to get up off the table and re-robe so that I could pack up my items and leave. This is the thing also like I can get out, you save face so you're not going to get violent with me, you know?"
But on p. 17 when she comes out of the bathroom, and she is trying to pack up the massage table, he comes to her from behind and then embraces her, caressing her back and buttocks and breasts:
"I squirmed to try and get out of his grasp, telling him to stop, don't, several times and I finally told him and said, You're being a crazed sex poodle, hoping he'd realize how weird he was being yet he persisted. He was much stronger than me, bigger than me and insistent. It was completely unnerving. And I realized that resistance was making him giggle and pursue more strongly. And I knew that that this resistance was a dangerous tactic to use if I wanted to avoid being raped."
She distracts him with chocolates, but as she goes to gather the rest of her things he traps her in the corner and begins fondling her (according to here account on pp. 17-18). And then poured some Grand Marnier from the mini-bar and over her protestations, made her drink some of it, then forced a French kiss on her. As she wrote:
"Um, I was distressed, shocked and terrified. He laughed, clearly enjoying myself at the expense of my discomfort, refusal, and fear."
It gets worse.
But you can read it -- there are far too many details, far too many descriptions of confusion and conflicting emotions, for it to be a made-up story. (At one point, she says that he told her there were condoms in the "treat box" in the hotel room, and that to forestall his advances, she pretended to identify the condom as a sewing kit -- to distract him without getting him angry.)
Money quote -- page 22 of my viewer:
"It seemed to me that the way he came across to me was like a scary, without a conscience, spoiled out of control fraternity boy at a kegger type of person with a perverse sense of entitlement, a rich kid who is used to getting what he wants and whatever including from hookers, from women fawning over him, and that he used money or power bailing him out of trouble. He had no fear of doing wrong or getting in trouble. He had nothing it seemed to fear or hold him at bay. He simply would not take no for an answer on anything and I verbally told him no way more than once. My body language said no as well. I even said to him at one point, Al, no means no. To which he just laughed and groped me some more."
NO cheers, unfortunately.