Wanna shoot porn?

Posted on December 21, 2014

After a night on the booze with probably my closest and best friend here in Malaysia we ended up talking about whether we could share our partners with someone else, ie a threesome?  My answer,  NO bloody way!, boy or girl, man or woman, I cant, I just can’t, I am not interested in two women shagging each other, and I certainly don’t want another man making out with my girlfriend, partner, however you want to  categorize it in front of me.

Which brings me to this little episode in Mallorca when I just finished art school at Epsom, Surrey.  I had just been accepted into Swansea Institute after my ND in Art at Epsom, and before I started Uni I decided to spend the summer in Mallorca, Spain with my family.

Mallorca is the typical Spanish  tourist Island with English bars full of English people eating English food with married couples staring into space not exchanging one single word with each other and coming back home and saying what a great holiday time they had… “It was so good to get away from everything” right! anyway so back to me.  A typical summer in my parents home in Mallorca. I would go out every night, get shit faced, pass out, normally in my car, but on an occasion I would find myself fully clothed on a lilo in a hotel swimming pool, or sometimes at the bottom of a swimming pool after rolling in off the lilo… Dr Martens are a no no when it comes to buoyancy.

So, I just been accepted into Uni to do a degree in photography, I have one summer to enjoy myself before going back to the UK.

I meet this guy from UK, his name is Robert, he is a sort of English version Ron Jeremy but with a better accent.  Robert just bought over one of the biggest clubs in this town, a really nice guy, but a total sleaze bag.

We got to know each other quite well as the summer went on, and Robert’s reputation of being a sleazebag was holding fast.

One night, during a drinking session he said “Paul”, “wot”? I replied,

Robert: You want to work as a photographer right?

Me: Yes, that is the plan.

Robert: I can get you a job with a very reputable  company, money is good, you will get to travel  but you will have to be an assistant first.

Me: sounds too good to be true, but what about Uni, Im meant to be starting soon.

Robert: You don’t need it, once you’re are in, you’re in.

Me: So who is the client?

Robert: Private

Me: Huh, Why is it?

Robert: No it’s not private, it’s Private, that’s the company.

After choking on my beer.. are you fucking serious? it’s a fucking porn mag.. that’s what I heard 😉

Me: no way,

Robert: Why?

Me: err, I don’t know, its just… err, its a porn mag.

Robert: think of all the girls you’re gonna shag.

Me: yeah, but..

Robert: but what?

Me: (flustered) I don’t know.. can I think about it?

Robert: You have a week

Back to our beers and loads of them.. Robert later danced naked on a podium at his club with his socks on, well, actually he wasn’t naked, but almost.

 

I declined his offer, whether it was the right thing to do I don’t know. Yes I could be well off working in the world of sleaze enjoying myself and earning shit loads, but I decided to go to Uni, get my education and end up broke instead.

 

 

 

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