Last week, my boyfriend and I went to play billiards. He decided to surprise me and rented the entire room for several hours, asking the workers not to interrupt us. The surprise was that we were not alone there. We were to meet his friends at the entrance to the club exactly at ten o’clock in the evening. It was already dark outside when we left the house and took a taxi. I thought that the fun would begin at the club, but as it turned out, everything started much earlier. He constantly joked about the fact that I’m his personal girl from escort outcall / incall, and I laughed at it, but I realized after what he meant.

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.