I worried as a hell. Teeth got ache so much that they were like itching from the inside – you probably know this horrible feeling of huge worrying and anticipation at the same time. My turn for the auditioning, judging from the number, I got on my hands, was approximately in an hour and a half. I tried to relax but nothing seemed to help. Every time I exhaled deeply and tried to immerse myself in asana, the treacherous feeling came back to me soon once again. I couldn’t help it – that’s just all me.

I went into the toilet as when I worry, I wanna pee. The toilet area was mutual for both men and women – a pity but, I suppose, a necessity if it is located in a large filming pavilion with hundreds of extras. At least, cabins are closed so I came there. Finishing, in the lobby with hand washers and driers, I saw a charming man. He was washing his hands. He smiled me and, when I started washing my hands, he already wiped his and left the premise.

Sick bastard. He put me under so big hesitation and pondering. On a Christmas Eve! That’s definitely not the way I wanted to spend this magical night! He doesn’t even have a Xmas tree in the room. Well, should I do it for 5,000 dollars for fulfilling his request or put his offer down? What would any other girl from Ankara escort agency girls do on my place? Would she take a strong buck that was already flickering into my eye as 50 accurate dollar bills lying on the coffee table? Or this is too much for a splendid part of me that a client wants to have?