Dasha
Blonde Bathing Girl on Girl
Where the Boys Aren't #17 - Part 5
Dasha's Sex Tour Scene 1
Dasha's Sex Tour Scene 5
Dasha showed up in the U.S. with shit English and zero prospects. Tall, blonde, body that screamed trouble. She landed at a K-Mart in DC mopping floors, hiding everything under a pair of sad baggy overalls. One day she said fuck it, packed up with a buddy, grabbed some old beater car, and pointed it west to Hollywood. She stripped at a topless joint while still sleeping on the beach in Santa Monica. Money sucked, so she decided to check out an adult video store and hunt for covers. Vivid’s stood out, all glossy and horny. She scribbled the Van Nuys address on a receipt, showed up next morning asking for an application. The receptionist took one look, probably soaked through her chair, and dragged a suit out to meet her. They signed her the same day. First movie was Broken English—went nuclear on the charts. Doors flew open after that: Deftones pulled her for their long video “Change,” Warner Bros put her in artwork and a music video for Brougham, Madonna dropped her into the “Music” video. David LaChapelle shot her, Flaunt and Dune mags ran spreads, and Playboy picked her for a slick pictorial of the hottest porn stars working.
Dasha showed up in the U.S. with shit English and zero prospects. Tall, blonde, body that screamed trouble. She landed at a K-Mart in DC mopping floors, hiding everything under a pair of sad baggy overalls. One day she said fuck it, packed up with a buddy, grabbed some old beater car, and pointed it west to Hollywood. She stripped at a topless joint while still sleeping on the beach in Santa Monica. Money sucked, so she decided to check out an adult video store and hunt for covers. Vivid’s stood out, all glossy and horny. She scribbled the Van Nuys address on a receipt, showed up next morning asking for an application. The receptionist took one look, probably soaked through her chair, and dragged a suit out to meet her. They signed her the same day. First movie was Broken English—went nuclear on the charts. Doors flew open after that: Deftones pulled her for their long video “Change,” Warner Bros put her in artwork and a music video for Brougham, Madonna dropped her into the “Music” video. David LaChapelle shot her, Flaunt and Dune mags ran spreads, and Playboy picked her for a slick pictorial of the hottest porn stars working.