The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

She pulled an angry face at me but in all honesty she was as happy getting on
that flight as I was that she was getting on it with me. What would happen once
we arrived in Poland would happen but for now she was mine.
She had told me about how they had got her over to the UK from Poland with
modelling work, then when that slowly dried up they offered other work. Less
artistic nude and more get your tits out for the boys. It wasn’t a huge leap from
there to dancing on a video, then letting a man pose simulating sex with her and
finally the last straw of any modelling integrity was moving into the movies.
Once you’d been fucked raw for a week making a movie for everyone to see,
getting paid for private jobs was less of a stretch.
She had resisted drugs but enjoyed a few beers, nothing stronger but she often
needed the few beers for the simplest tasks. I had learnt even for getting out of
bed. She had handed her notice in when we got back and for the last week had
stayed with Me, Royce and the Finn. I know they both tried it on with her and
who was I to get jealous but I did.
She was mine. She was escaping with me. I was the hero and the hero always
gets the girl. It is practically the only reason to do good. In the movies at least.
It hadn’t been much of a week though. I desperately tried to get my life in order
and find out as much as I could about the project that I was jumping or getting
thrown into midstream. The hardest thing for me though was splitting up my