Growing up “horny in a repressed culture,” Piker fantasized about moving to the United States. “There’s a saying in Turkey that, when you go to America, the girls ask to fuck,” he says. His parents let him go to the University of Miami, and within weeks of his arrival, he was approached to promote nightclubs around South Beach. On the job, he met the first woman he had sex with. “I pulled the worst fucking line I’ve ever pulled on a girl, which still probably works to this day whenever I say it. I said, 'Let’s get out of here,' ...because I can’t do the things I wanna do to you in here,” he says. The two went to a nearby apartment-complex courtyard, where they had sex on a gravel staircase, Piker’s back bleeding the whole time. “I remember thinking, I don’t know the next time I’ll have sex again, so I better make this last,” he says. “Which I did … It was fucking amazing.”
