Eliot Spitzer it seems has managed to take our mantle for hot slut of the day. From Gawker today comes the sweat heart thumping page turn by turn my fingers are stuck in my zipper symposium which is precisely why we continue to loathe him and at the same time admire him.
Sourcing Peter Elkind’s new book ‘Rough Justice’ (which we assume is to be ironical) Gawker relives in minutiae the following hanky panky that is likely to keep Eliot locked in his 5th avenue jail house for some time despite his insistence he’s ready to come back to public office.
The sleaze as follows:
On one occasion, George Fox had booked an appointment in the late morning at the Mark Hotel, on the Upper East Side, just five minutes’ walk from the Metropolitan Museum of Art. As usual, he paid the girl in cash – about $1,200 an hour. Not long after it was over, he called (the booker) back, wanting to see a second escort. ‘Who else is around?’ he asked. (the booker) made the arrangements.
Then, late that afternoon, (Spitzer) called again.
‘You’re going to think I’m crazy,’ he began. ‘But can you send somebody else right now?’
He wanted a third girl? The booker chuckled: “You must be Superman! The man of steel!” (The booker) found him another girl. It wasn’t even dark yet.”
What Gawker aren’t giving him credit for is the fact if Eliot had enough time he probably could’ve just walked up and down 5 th avenue and sequestrated the services of a willing Swedish tourist, an aspiring publicist or any other hot thang that normally takes the time to make Eliot’s heart race a little faster. But knowing you expected him to be running the state and dealing with all the bad guys he promised Santa Claus to bring to justice Eliot thought it would just be easier to cough up your $3600 so that way he could uhm get back to work after he got some of his animal urges out of the way. In any event, Eliot is a hot slut and we all secretly know that there’s some Swedish au pair just waiting to jump his bones next time he heads out for his mid morning caffe late.
Eliot, you have definitely got our vote for the next Tsar of America but we’re not sure just yet if America is ready for you. Never mind, Ashley’s peek a boo session comes out in tomorrow’s Playboy and you’ll be able to relieve old memories.