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| Written by Konstantin Tskhay | |
| Wednesday, 28 November 2007 | |
My limo door opens, and I can see how people in the line look at me with jealousy – they don’t know that I’m the owner, and think that I have a privilege, but I don’t care, I let them think what they want to. It satisfies my attention deficit. Every time I walk towards the door I spot someone and let them in, to sleep with them later on. Tonight I wasn’t in the mood for it, but the tradition has to continue, maybe without the sleeping part. I walk down the isle and I see that girl around the middle of the line. She’s with her friends, and she hides the sadness in her eyes behind the mask of a *****. I wonder what happened to her before she got here, is it another case of being dumped, and friends taking her out to the club. Well, if it is, why should I care? I keep walking down the isle, and I know she has noticed me looking at her, and now she looks back at me. Fine, I think – she will be the one and her friends too. I turn around and call with my finger. She doesn’t move, even though her friends tell her to go. - I want you to come in with me, - I say softly, I can see how other people get jealous. - I think you’re mistaken me for a ***** which I’m not. - It’s your choice to think this way, - I turn away and walk towards the entrance, her friend runs up to me: - She will go in with you, don’t mind her saying that. - I’ll wait five minutes until you girls decide. After that… if you can’t decide, the line will always be there for you. Few seconds and we are going in. I stop by the manager and tell him to find a nice table in the VIP center for the girls. I leave them there to enjoy, and go upstairs to my private room; people are waiting for me over there already. - Thank you – the girl says. I just keep walking through those condoms filled with helium, and those huge sperm like statues and other party supplies that were prepared since this afternoon. The party is concentrated on sex and art – two things that appear to be together since ancient time. Stairs. One… two… three. Four… Five… twenty… I’m here; this is my door to the glass room, where our evil council enjoys the evening. I can smell the disgusting taste of marijuana already, he is here, my half brother is here, and I hope the **** is not. I told them "no marijuana" in my apartments. I told him not to bring his **** to my place. These are the only rules for him. Except for messing around with my girls. Hope he will be respectful to the rules I set up. I walk in, and all the eyes are on me. Evil council is complete: Me, Mike, Angela and Carol. The **** Michelle is here in the corner, with her surprisingly stupid and blind sister Fiona. Both are pretty, but empty inside. One is the *****, other looks up to the ***** so much. Can’t stand them coming up to me and greeting me French style. I just give that look to my brother and sight. I ask him to go to the window with me. - Did you forget the rules for this club? For this room in particular, so let me remind you, there are just two: no marijuana and no Michelle. - Why do you hate her so much – he whispers. - She’s too inconsistent and she used to say **** on me in high school. - Get over it; it’s time to move on from it. - Fine, but you understand that neither you nor she can participate in the games anymore, since you guys are so much in love. – I look on the dance floor; there is that girl I just let in. I point at her sitting alone at the table – she would be your challenge if you played. - She’s pretty. - I know, but you’re out, sorry… I come back to the table. – Michelle, Fiona… Feel yourselves at home. Angela, Carol you girls look beautiful, as usual. Do you have The Map? - In fact I do, but you remember our rules, don’t you, brother? I’m sure you do, so shall we just do it some other night? - Perhaps... - Though tonight we have a challenge for you, - says Carol, - In fact I do. You remember that girl you let in today. That beautiful body and those "eat you alive" kind of eyes? I want you to do her by midnight; you have one hour left, good luck, and don’t waste your time. - What are the terms? - If you can’t get her by midnight, you’ll pay me ten thousand dollars, and if you win, I’ll give you another chance. Enjoy the hunt, my dear. I went out and got my way to the dance floor, and this is where it all started. NOTE FOR TODAY: If there is something you feel, just express it, stop playing games, it’s not about the number of people you sleep with, it’s about finding that only one that you want to sleep with. If there are rules, sometimes it’s good to break them, to get some variety in the life, because if there is no variety, what is the point of living, isn’t it all the same?
Number two: 11-27-07
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This is the club that I own. My own idea, everything has some glamour touch to it. Those walls, they have one color – it glows in the dark. British chairs with classical print on them. Sofas for VIPs. Huge screens. Everything shines in the dark here, even the fishes trapped in those pure tanks. People who work here have a dress code, very simple rule for everyone – glamour. My own room to oversee all the action on this dance floor. And of course the best DJs of this town are honored to play their records on my territory. There are fights once in a while, but I handle them, if not me, my bouncers do – it’s their job. I walk around once in a while to see the public of different races and different orientations. This is my place so I am responsible to make sure the parties are unforgettable. There is something that unites all the people at this place, and it’s not love for music, or sex, and wild life. It’s that addiction to glamour life. | < Prev | Next > |
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