saskeeya’s Story

Growing up, the youngest daughter of a famous rock star father and his ex-wife, a former supermodel mother, Saskeeya had all the privileges of a young, spoiled Hollywood brat. Living with her mum, 5 siblings, and a small army of servants, in a sprawling mansion in Laurel Canyon – part of her mum’s golden divorce settlement – she was used to strange men coming and going in their house. Her mum, still gorgeous at the age of 45, kept active, that much was certain!

Rebellious by nature Sassy grew up to be a wild child, always compared to her famous father. At 15 she hung out backstage at concerts, trying to get it on with men twice her age. And when her mother protested she didn’t take any notice. Well, not until the day when she was shipped off to a private boarding school in her father’s native country England. But Sassy was unstoppable.

She soon hooked up with people she knew and ran off to live with a group of friends in London's east end. She started working as a stripper, but as the UK tip culture was less lucrative than in the US, she did tricks on the side to support herself. Needless to say this horrified her parents. But hey - why the hell should she take advice from a slutty mother or a father who at 70 was expecting his child number 8 with his new girlfriend who was a year younger than herself?

For a while, east end club life and a long line of shady bad boys proved just as fun as Hollywood Hills.And while being a nepo-baby had its clear advantages, there was a downside to it: she always felt people’s eyes on her. Soon she started fantasising about starting a new life somewhere where nobody knew her. The thought seemed to consume her as she began to search for even seedier places to work to stay under the radar. Or just a place to do her own thing without feeling like she was being watched. It was on one such night that a tall gentleman, dressed almost like a character out of a noir movie walked up to her. She’d just ordered a drink when she felt his presence right next to her. He had slid a curious looking business card along the table to her, his hands covered gloved in what looked like really expensive leather. He tapped on the card twice and all he said was “You need to call this number, Ms Saskeeya,” and then disappeared into the dim light in that dingy joint.

Sassy had stuffed the card in her purse along with the money from her lap dances, and thought nothing more of it. Guys were making offers every night, what did they think? She knew what they all wanted, and that 99.9 percent of them were full of hot air. Little did she know that was all about to change.

One morning she woke up at the crack of dawn, tangled up in a stranger's bed. The punk who had hooked up with her the night before was standing in front of the open window, bare ass naked except for his leather jacket and a cig dangling from his lips. In one hand he held a bottle of Jack Daniels, in the other; his cock. Was he taking a pee? Out of the window?? Damn, she really needed to upgrade on the kind of men she chose to hang with. Badass attitude, tattoos and a coke habit was no longer enough - these guys could not keep up with her sexually, stylistically nor financially.

“I gotta get outta here,” Saskeeya thought, quickly gathering the money on the nightstand and stuffing it into her band when her fingers touched the card. She pulled it out, feeling the rich dark texture of it. Behind it, just a logo and a phone number. She hurried out of the apartment, clutching onto the card. Stepping out into the sun, she flagged a taxi and then picked up her phone to dial.