Philip Knightley has an interesting piece on the history of the honey trap in FP, following on from this piece of advice from MI5:
In a 14-page document distributed last year to hundreds of British banks, businesses, and financial institutions, titled "The Threat from Chinese Espionage," the famed British security service described a wide-ranging Chinese effort to blackmail Western businesspeople over sexual relationships. The document, as the London Times reported in January, explicitly warns that Chinese intelligence services are trying to cultivate "long-term relationships" and have been known to "exploit vulnerabilities such as sexual relationships ... to pressurise individuals to co-operate with them."
I’ve almost certainly told this tale before, but within half an hour of arriving at a Beijing hotel in 1999 and handing over my passport at the desk I got a call in my room: “Hello! Hello!” said a chirpy female voice. “You want SEX?”
I didn’t, as it happened, but when I told the tale to others I was told the following in return:
Prostitution is controlled by or through the local cops, in conjunction with the management at certain hotels, with the women working from the danwei ( they don’t call it a work unit for nothing) and being supplied with room numbers as foreigners come in.
Most of the time it’s just what it says on the tin; some of the time it’s a shakedown: half a dozen cops burst through the door while woman and punter are in flagrante. Then the negotiations begin. There isn’t really a good outcome to them. On the threat of going to jail the punter is fleeced and then deported with a sex offender stamp in his passport – which means, amongst other things, he can’t get back in to China. Or, possibly, anywhere else worth going, since Interpol will have that information presently.
British passport holders are considered a particularly good business proposition. It certainly didn’t take long to get around to me.
I was in no position to check how accurate all this was: certainly, the whole prostitution thing seemed both brazen and orderly, a combination that speaks of official involvement or protection at some level.
So maybe in the light of that MI5’s advisory could have been phrased like this:
OK, so the cops have burst through the door and they’re pointing and laughing at the condom sagging off the end of your rapidly shriveling winkle and the woman has just vanished somewhere - that's why she wanted the money upfront, you suddenly realise - and you’re seeing the end of everything: your career, your marriage, the corner office and the suburban McMansion, the golden handshakes and the golden handcuffs, the lot. So maybe the thing to do is to tell them that you’re a very important person in a very important company and could tell the right people some very useful things, if only this mess could just be made to go away. And if anything does come out, well, it was because you were entrapped by some heartless kung fu minx from the Chinese secret services. Well forget it slob, ‘cause we’re fucking well on to you. Just keep it zipped, ok?
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