Dear Katerina,

 

I know it has been a while since I disappeared, but I wanted to let you and the other girls know I am okay. Please do not to be sharing this letter with Irina. I have dropped it in the mail while traveling, so the postcode will not help anyone find me, and I am sorry you will not be able to answer, but still, just to be safe, and to keep you out of trouble, do not let her know I have written.

 

I am doing fine, but am very bored. I moved into a tiny trailer out in the desert.

 

 

And to pay my bills, I got a job at a local restaurant. They call it around here a "burger joint," I believe.

 

 

I lack in funds, but usually have no problem finding men at the bar willing to buy me drinks.

 

 

And I have found some places to dance. Even if the style is not what I am used to.

 

 

After what I have been through, I do not expect I can have a normal relationship any time soon, but I do still have urges, and I have found ways to satisfy them. I usually have no problem picking up attractive men in the gym.

 

 

I am also having fun doing goofy things, keeping a light heart helps me relax.

 

 

But the singing and playing only go so far. Usually, the boredom can ultimately only be defeated by getting ripped.

 

 

So I admit I have been doing that a lot.

 

 

Which leaves me very poor, but my hookup is this greasy pornography producer in the Valley. He keeps asking me to star in his films, but I keep saying no, because I do not think I am ready to be used like that, but then he did introduce me to one of the biggest stars, Jamal, and I thought he was very cute. You should check out his work if you are in the mood for a black man with a very large member.

 

 

When I met him, he was very flirty immediately, and I thought he was so goryachiy, I was ready to sleep with him, anyway.

 

 

So, when he offered me §500 to shoot a video with him, I agreed.

 

 

He was surprised at how easily I could take his monster penis, but I did not tell him just how much practice I had been forced to have. Anyway, this meant I could get some decent drugs without paying for them the way I usually have to.

 

 

Two crazy things have happened to me. First, a burglar tried to break into my trailer! I called the local police immediately, who confronted him.

 

 

But even though the burglar was not armed, the police forces killed him, anyway! Just like in Russia!

 

 

And while this thief was lying dead among my garden gnomes, the killer was interviewed on live television about how much of a hero he was.

 

 

I thought it was very disgusting. So I had to go out and unwind, and I did get a little bit high first, okay a lot high, and met some people, and I don't remember much, but I was suddenly on the private jet of some rich man off to go dancing in Windenburg. At times, I thought it was a trap by Dmitry. But it was not. I had a great time, both on the dance floor, and with this rich man.

 

 

I do not remember how the night ended, but I woke up the next day at home, so he must have put me on his plane for the trip back and had someone drive me to the trailer.

 

Anyway, the next day, I was feeling pretty hungover, but Jamal stopped by to let me know that the video I shot with him was such a huge success that he was not only paying me the promised rate, but tripling it as a bonus! §1500! Can you believe it?

 

 

So I decided to use some of the money to treat myself to a spa day! Around here, they have this one spa for adults only that is clothing optional. Can you imagine?

 

 

I am not shy, you know, so I did not mind.

 

 

But all of these hard bodies walking around made me horny. Luckily I met another regular there who really made my engine move. Some local writer, I guess he has been published in some important magazines, or something. He offered me a massage and led me to a room that I guess he had especially reserved for himself.

 

 

 

It did not take long for him to make this a naughty massage.

 

 

But I was happy for that, because I was in the mood to be naughty!

 

 

And so we enjoyed much pleasure together.

 

 

It was very nice to have sex with someone I chose who knew very much what he was doing.

 

 

It felt very much like a partnership. He cared about my pleasure as much as he cared about his own. This was refreshing for me.

 

 

And in the end, I achieved something I rarely do with random drugged-out bar hookups and never achieved with clients: an incredible climax!

 

 

I think this man may have rescued sex for me!

 

Anyway, I should go, I will write again when I can.

 

All my love,

 

Iliana