Forced into a ghetto whore – Chapter 1

Natasha walked out of the studio at 5 in the afternoon. It was a drizzly afternoon, but she was happy; hell, she’d done it! She had been accepted! Next Tuesday, she’d be in that studio again, for a couple of contracts and, then, the shooting would begin. She was to be the next Playman’s Playgirl! It was all too good to be true.
Sure, she knew she was beautiful. It was all her life that she had been told that she was nice. And her beauty had been important to escape from her family and home in Russia, because they were so poor that she could barely complete an In tourists’ guide course to learn some English, then she had had to work hard. The arrival of some Playman talent-scout in Moscow had changed all that. The man that had found her had been good to the point to not even try to force her to sleep with him, something that all the men she had met in the past had always tried to.

A few of them had succeeded, but she had been careful to avoid troublesome relations, and, most of all, to avoid the kind of ‘career’ that had been chosen by some girlfriends of her. Beginning with nude pictures by some Moscow cheapskate photographer, they had turned in porn movies, then, she had heard, they had simply become prostitutes. Of a high level, maybe, in Paris or Rome, but still prostitutes.
Natasha didn’t want any of that. She would never consider it: she didn’t like sex, and being paid for it was too bad even to think of. But Playman was different. She felt it was ‘clean’. And it paid a lot of money, 10.000 dollars maybe, so she liked it a lot.