The kind, loyal, honest, and selfless woman I watched myself mature into had died right in front of my eyes.
The biggest reminder of my worthless existence was when I lied to the people around me, pretending that my craziest dreams came true.
I was unable to shower for some time, knowing that my own naked body has been observed and judged by everyone that I knew.
My recruiter and the original model comforted me throughout my solo trip and promised to fly out my friend the next time I came back.
I wonder what the verdict was, assuming the case went to trial? I had never felt more alone than I did during that time.
After the trip itself was over, the real nightmare was only beginning.
If they paid five grand for a scene every chick in porn and half of Los Angeles would be knocking down their studio door to do a scene with them.
You can take what you wish from my story.