Here's the guy I work for. His name is Tommy Dong.
And yes, that's his real name. His dad's from Loas, and his Mom's from Santa Ana. His name is Tommy Dong and his company is called Tommy Dong's- better than Tommy's Dong I guess.
So here I am on the best gig I've ever had, and I've become the 'Tommy Dong' girl.
But- it's $350.
The next day, Tommy is banging on my front door. He's all worked up about something and then freaks out when I answer the door. He pushed me back into the house. Dude's freaking out.
So Klaus posted the pic of me to Instagram, with the caption, "OMFG- spent the entire night with the cops. This girl actually died at our last shoot. I can't believe I photographed a dead woman. (OD if anyone cares) RIP Danielle. I am so freaked out right now!"
Evidently that blew up our Instagram big time. Everyone wants the bag the dead girl has and the fucking Amazon account is going nuts. I mean, this shit is big- literally overnight. I mean last week Tommy sold like 3 bags, and now not even a whole factory of kids in Vietnam can keep up with the orders.
But Tommy's got a problem- and I got a problem too. I can't be alive. So he's got to stash me (or kill me...which I realized later) and that's why I'm here right now. I'm at one of those places that celebrities go to detox, or binge, or whatever they do out here. All I know right now is that I'm getting paid for this shit, and getting paid big.
I've been here 6 days, and I haven't seen the sun the entire time. Tommy calls, and says he'll make it worth my while, but that's it.
Klaus stopped by a couple of times, and he's pissed. Tommy doesn't pay him shit, and now he thinks he should get some money just to keep his mouth shut. I can see his point.
Tommy's getting rich I guess, but we don't know where the money is going. Klaus still models and he came by to tell me he can get me a really good gig- but Tommy keeps saying he'll come through. That bastard better- because I'm getting tired of sitting here.
Tommy Dong still needs to come through with more shots, new products, new looks. And I can't show up in any pictures, so we had to find a new model.
I came through on this one...I got to know everyone at the hotel- I mean, I was pretty damn bored.
I hooked up with one of the girls at the front desk a few times, and I figured she could be the next Tommy Dong girl.
Fucker still hasn't paid me my money...but the hotel is taken care of, so it's all good.
You sick fuckin' bastard!
You sick bastard. Fashion was meant to be enjoyed, not to incite murder.
Esmeralda, this is for you.
I can't be partners with someone like you.