Read the updated, more comprehensive post on Andy here.
Real Name: Andrew “Andy” David Tchappat.
Names Used: Andy Champeret, Andy Champerret, Andy David, probably other Italian or French sounding surnames.
Phone: I won’t publish – contact me for details.
Profession: May claim he is a commercial solicitor for Channel 7, working on TV shows such as Sunday Night, Home & Away, Sunrise or for Universal Studios or some other large organisation. Has previously posed as a police officer and undercover police officer. Was actually a Regional Manager for Gerard Lighting Group, but has recently lost his job.
Age: 39; sometimes claims younger (eg 36).
– Spider tattoo on shoulder;
– Claims he is after a normal massage and is surprised about extras on offer;
– Quickly turns things personal asking for real name, info about personal life etc. May do this before even booking and particularly wants to add you on Facebook;
– Intense communication followed by distance;
– Grew up in then escaped from the Exclusive Brethren in Launceston in late teens/early 20s;
– Claims he owns a brothel in Sydney, name given of Bella Mia on Kellett St Potts Point/Kings Cross.
– May talk about owning or having owned a hairdressing salon in Double Bay;
– May talk about a failed business with an ex-girlfriend, claiming she ripped off the company to the tune of hundreds of thousands of dollars;
– Served on Rural Alive and Well (RAW) Board in Tasmania for several years;
– Parents Italian and French; three – five kids;
– Has an ex-wife with whom he claims to have a great relationship;
– Was leading a double life with one relationship and residence in Double Bay in Sydney and the other in Tranmere in Hobart;
– May claim he has or had cancer
EDIT: Full story on the elusive brothel
One of the hardest things about being a sex worker, and one of the reasons it is so important that the industry is recognised for its legitimacy, is the difficulty sex workers face in holding people accountable when they behave badly. This doesn’t just relate to physical assault, but when someone takes advantage emotionally or financially. There is not just the fear of exposure, but concerns that the stigma surrounding our work will pre-colour our reputation and we won’t be believed, especially if the person who has taken advantage is an otherwise upstanding person. This makes us easy targets for those who like to prey on vulnerability.
This problem is further amplified by the fact that we meet people in isolation. The person who walks in the door could be anyone. If something goes wrong we may not even be able to identify them. And if, as sometimes happens, the relationship shifts to the real world, we start off on the back foot: we have no connection to their real lives such as friends, family or work colleagues. It’s a bit difficult to ask someone for name, address and Medicare number before even having a drink with them.
There is an “Ugly Mugs” program that logs and shares information about problem clients amongst the industry. However it is limited by several factors. The biggest is the depth of information about the mug, for the reasons outlined above. It is very hard to identify someone from appearance, attitude and maybe a phone number. There is also dissemination. Even the most tenacious sex worker will struggle to gain access to all the Ugly Mugs Australia-wide, which is particularly problematic because many clients specifically see sex workers when they’re travelling. A known Ugly Mug from Sydney might be completely unknown in Adelaide. Moreover, the Ugly Mug program is dependent on workers making the report, which may not happen due to fear, embarrassment or, when the issue is emotional or financial, not feeling it is significant enough to warrant one.
The importance of the Ugly Mug program cannot be understated. Because sex work is still largely closeted, sex workers often only have themselves and each other on which to rely when problems arise. So this is a story about an emotionally Ugly Mug, in the hope that it will help prevent other sex workers (and women in general) from being sucked into this web.
A few weeks ago I had an erotic massage client in Hobart named Andy. He told me up front – literally almost as a spiel at the beginning of the booking – that he was from Double Bay in Sydney and worked as a commercial solicitor for Channel 7 on the television show Sunday Night. He also told me that he had been after a regular massage but couldn’t get a booking and a google search had turned up my advertisement and he’d thought, “what the hell”. During the course of the booking he mentioned that he owned a brothel in Kings Cross in Sydney. Much of this didn’t make sense to me. Commercial TV networks do not typically employ in-house lawyers for particular TV shows. The owner of a brothel would surely know what a massage advertised in the adult services section is about, and for that matter there would have been plenty of options for a normal therapeutic massage. However, a client can be whoever they want during the booking (within reason). Whether it’s a cover story or playing out a fantasy, part of my job is to go along with that.
Andy and I seemed to get on extremely well. The conversation flowed freely and easily about a range of topics. So at the end of it when he asked me out I accepted and messaged him from my personal phone. Some sex workers are steadfastly averse to going out with clients. I am not one of them. I meet hundreds of men every year, and I believe that I am bound to genuinely click with a few of them. I also have a couple of close friends who have wonderful long-term partners who started out as clients. I figured that as we got to know each other I would get clarity on the elements of his story that didn’t make sense.
Over the course of the afternoon and into the night, Andy’s communication was intense. There were dozens of messages, many of them extremely personal asking me about my life, relationship status and sexuality, and statements about how much he liked me and our meeting being “meant to be”. He said he would take me out on Sunday, then cancelled that strangely before rescheduling to lunch the following Thursday when he said he would be back in Hobart. After a lull of a couple of days, on Wednesday the intense communication resumed, with more personal questions and revealing comments.
At lunch on the Thursday, Andy and I talked for four hours. He told me that he had grown up in the Exclusive Brethren, a strict religious sect, and escaped from that when he was in his late teens. He shared stories about his time and work at Channel 7. We also talked about his brothel and sex work generally. He told me it was called Bella Mia in Kings Cross, that he had purchased it a couple of years prior on a bit of a whim and discussed with me how different workers operated and the challenges he faced with its operation, particularly the linen. He also provided me with information about himself: that he had been married once for about 10 years (divorced for eight), that he had three kids, that his mother was Italian and his father French-Swiss, and that his surname was Champeret, which he even went out of his way to spell for me.
That night the messages flew back and forth with both of us talking about how excited and happy we were and discussing our evening plans. In particular, Andy stated the importance of honesty: that he expected it from me and would give “100% back”. We met for breakfast the following morning and made dinner plans.
Dinner was cancelled on account of him having to go back to Sydney early for work. After that communication dropped off substantially. I’d receive the odd message and only an occasional response to mine. Any time I queried when he might be back I’d get no response, and the day came and went for him to return with absolutely no communication whatsoever. Thinking, based on our prior communication, that it was pretty clear we were in the beginning stages of a relationship, I explained that this style of engagement wasn’t working for me and queried whether anything was wrong, to which I received assurances that it wasn’t, that he was just busy and that he’d let me know if he was no longer interested. When nothing improved I pushed a bit harder and he criticised me for placing too much pressure on things.
I began to get suspicious so I googled him. Nothing appeared for an Andy Champeret, or an Andy David, which was the name used on his Facebook page. Channel 7 had no record of anyone by either name and nothing I could find about lawyers who did work for Channel 7 matched up with him. Assuming by this stage that he had given me a fake name and fake profession I did some digging using the Exclusive Brethren reference and a couple of others as a base and eventually discovered that his name is Andrew Tchappat and he works as a Regional Manager for Gerard Lighting Group, and is based in Tasmania.
Before I discovered this I came across an ad he had placed in the Personal Services Casual Encounters section of Locanto, posing as a 36-year-old businessman looking for a “regular massage” in Bellerive in Hobart. This rang a bell with me because he had approached the original booking under the guise of being after a normal massage. In an effort to try to gather information that way, a friend had messaged him pretending to be another sex worker responding to his ad. After my breakthrough about his identity, Andy happened to respond. An intense period of communication, nearly identical to the ones he had had with me, ensued. He claimed he was just after a normal massage and the possibility of extras was a shock; pushed for real personal details within the initial conversation and asked to check me out on Facebook; talked about how much he was enjoying the communication and wanted to get to know the person; and revealed that he was a commercial solicitor working for Channel 7, this time on the TV shows Home and Away and Sunrise.
As I wanted to confront Andy about his deception, I took the opportunity to arrange a coffee date (he shifted away from the booking very quickly; indeed it seemed as though he had never been interested in that in the first place) for the Wednesday morning. I assumed I’d surprise him, there would be an argument and that perhaps I’d be able to scare him off doing this again. Instead he seemed almost pleased to see me and after initially trying to defend himself he placated me, explaining himself based on his childhood growing up in the Exclusive Brethren making him a mess. It crossed my mind that he seemed oddly detached. Then he asked for a second chance, if we could start over.
I had no problem with him having a cover story in the booking, but I objected to him maintaining that once we met up personally, especially the degree to which he added depth to his story. I was also conscious of the fact that his story seemed to be more than just a cover story to protect his identity, rather into the realm of playing out a fantasy. And while I could understand his difficulty in figuring out how to explain himself, I was bothered by the fact that he went out of his way to talk about the importance of honesty, and had kept the charade going and me on a hook for weeks even when it was hurting me. However, after some thought and a discussion about what would need to happen from his end to rebuild things, particularly about honesty, I agreed.
Almost immediately things started to fall apart. One of my requirements was that his communication improve, and I received assurances that the only reason for his absenteeism was the fact that he was lying; therefore, he said, he would always get back to me. This didn’t happen: casual messages were still sporadically answered, and any suggestions about us catching up received silence. The only difference this time was that when I questioned him I’d receive justifications, but that quickly started to get wearing, especially when they didn’t add up. Another of my requirements was that we have dinner, because I was suspicious about his specific lack of commitment to and communication during evenings, but no plans were made for this. Catching up was still a daytime event. The nagging feeling in my gut returned.
In addition, I began to get annoyed with his attitude. If I raised or wanted to raise an issue I would first have to listen to him talk about some extremely difficult issue he was having in his life that was evidently much more important, then he would become defensive, and then the discussion would be turned around into problems he was having with the way things were between us. If I persisted, he’d deflect to another more pleasant topic, normally one he knew I couldn’t resist. Unwilling to tolerate this behaviour I found myself again having the blame placed at my feet, told that I was being unreasonable, not accommodating his needs and placing too much pressure on the situation. I turned myself inside out mentally and emotionally to try to work things out, but to no avail. Eventually I put my foot down, which was met with an angry response telling me to go away.
Unable to escape my unease, I googled some more. During our confrontation, and in the time we spent afterward, Andy remained adamant that he owned a brothel named Bella Mia, and told me that the address was 25 Kellett St Potts Point. There is no such brothel in Sydney that I can find (or any variation thereof). 25 Kellett St doesn’t appear to exist; if it does it certainly isn’t a brothel. Kellett St (and the nearby area) has a number of establishments, it’s a well-known street for them, an easy place to reference. He also told me that it was the anniversary of his father’s death. His father was killed in a car accident that, according to The Examiner, occurred in December 2014 not August. Who knows what else he has lied about, and what he is hiding. There are so many inconsistencies in things he said.
Two co-workers then confirmed for me that they’ve seen him several times for erotic massages. One had a near-identical story to mine – what he’d told her about himself; turning it personal very quickly and asking for her Facebook; dozens of intense messages; meeting for coffee. This was going on recently, at around the same time he was engaging with me.
Throughout Andy’s and my time together he had enough stories and knowledge about the sex industry to make me think that he had some association with it. Given he doesn’t seem to own a brothel, my conclusion is that he must associate or have associated with a number of sex workers. My concern, based on the fact that he has taken the same approach with several sex workers and is so comfortable and brazen with his lies, is that he repeatedly and frequently plays this game. When I googled him if something like what I have written had appeared I would have saved myself a lot of trouble. So I am hopeful that in writing this I can perhaps put some people’s minds at ease and spare future targets.
Alternatively, perhaps the Exclusive Brethren can just take him back. #shitpunters
EDIT: Since this post was written, it has come to light that Andy is much, much worse than I imagined (and that was pretty bad). What I experienced is the tip of the iceberg. He has a two-decade long history of deceitful, manipulative and emotionally abusive behaviour with women, to an extreme degree, the kind of things that leave your head spinning with shock.
Details can be found at www.andytracker.com and https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10155751816252925&id=828337924
Of particular note, Andy seeks out women in the most devious ways. Aside from sex workers, he will find women on online dating sites; randomly friend people on Facebook and claim he knows them; respond to ads on places like Gumtree and pursue a similar line as he did with me; and seek out women on online forums. He could randomly appear in anyone’s life with no warning. All women should be aware of this guy.
However, just as I outlined originally, sex workers are particularly vulnerable to this. They are perfect targets for him because they are specifically advertising for men to contact them about a personal type of engagement.
And, moreover, I have also discovered that he has a serious obsession with the sex industry, again even more than I suspected. He has likely been in contact with hundreds, probably thousands, of sex workers all over the country. Most significantly, he doesn’t always pursue a booking; rather he either pretends he’s going to and tries to turn it into a personal meeting instead, or he simply gets in touch under some either guise with a story designed to demonstrate a connection of some sort. It might not be about the sex work itself, but that sex workers are simply easy targets for him to play his game. He pursues workers on Twitter, Facebook, via newspaper and online ads, and through the online forum punter planet. He seems to have a particular preference for erotic massage/rub n tug, but it is by no means restricted to this. Read the stories, learn about his various identities and MOs.