Everyone's totally wigging out because I'm writing for the eXile. Like my English friend Annie, she can't stand this paper for reasons which should be obvious to all. Even my sister wrote me from back home (family's from LA, but for all intents and purposes I'm a San Franciscan) wondering if I'd lost my mind again.
Note "again." Everyone who knows me isn't surprised, but that doesn't mean they approve. But I don't give a fuck, seriously. That's just my nature.
Case in point: last Friday night, a visit to GREZI. "Dance club?" you ask.
No, Grezi is the newest striptease club to open in Moscow. Going back through some of the eXile's archives I don't think they really let you fully appreciate what a Mecca this town is for the striptease-inclined. That includes yours truly. I'll tell you why in a minute.
I pushed my married boy-toy Steven into joining me at Grezi. Thinking about menage-a-troising with me and one of the Natashas got his libido way up. You should have seen the sweat build on his thinning English hairline, ha!
Since I'm a party girl I already had about 5 beers and two mojitos before Steven met me. We got there pretty early, 10pm. The security were being kind of assholes to me, I think they didn't understand why a Western chick wanted to go into a strip club. I flashed them some tit and said I was a dancer myself, yelled, and finally they just let me in. Hey, I have just as much right as anyone.
Four years ago, I worked at striptease club in North Beach. It was my last summer in college and I had no money, and my parents were being assholes. People were totally freaked out, but in a way they respected me too..
Grezi is intensely intimate, with just six big couch tables. But the girls there are absolutely beautiful.
It didn't take me more than a few minutes before I was up on stage with them. I became the center of attention, and all these men around were going, "Who's that American chick? I thought only Russian devushki can do that." Think again.
I was totally getting into it. I took off my top, felt up a petite brunette, and took the pole. I even went backstage with the girls. Some security guy helped me back to our couch, but Steven was gone. He was getting a lapdance, and I decided, "Not without me you don't." So I barged in, and he's sucking the girl's tits! So what'd I do? Started sucking them too!
He left the two of us alone, pretending that he was bored. Whatever.
I went back and sat at our couch, but Steven was gone. I kind of fell asleep because I was wasted. And like 30 or 40 minutes later he slides open some door at the end of a hallway, and he and a chick walk out. He looks all sweaty. And he wants to be left alone. Well, guess what. Turns out that that's a private room where, er, anything goes.
So I ordered an hour private with the chick too. But she kept saying "no lesbos" and all that. I finally found one chick who went in with me. Steven had to pay serious cash, but screw him. The girl and I felt each other up, but it wasn't the same without an audience and Steven wouldn't join us.
Forty minutes later, he dropped me off at my apartment where I live with two English teachers. He said he was "tired."
Maybe I need a new guy, the kind who can keep up with me. Then again, I love torturing a rich yuppie like Steven. And he needs a wild chick like me in his life. For now, it's working out just fine.