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Mr Grant

+grin+
How eventful the past 24 hours were: 100% insane.

Mr. Big was being a bitch yesterday. The details are kinda boring and tedious, so I really can't be bothered to go on a tirade about them. Anyway, my mom got a call from the college over my terrible grades this term and I got called home early from Salsa. So I'm at home feeling really fucked up and extremely neurotic over just about everything. And as I walked up to the condominium, I was just thinking about how nice it'll be to just die. Mr. Big totally upsetted me. Like I told Mr. Grant later, I can't stand it unless I'm at the center of attention. Unless I was absolutely the most beautiful, intriguing thing to him. It's not like we had to do what I wanted always, just as long as I got the feel that he was paying me due attention. I guess we really don't click all that well.

Mr. Grant, on the other hand! *naughty laugh* Is absolutely my devil.
So at 2330hrs, I texted him and asked him if he'd like to entertain a totally neurotic girl. And he was like, yeah hell, sure.
Got into a cab; No. 5 Emerald Hill. Where he told me there were all these cool people he was with. Think a Diamond trader and a Swedish Pornstar.

So I went into this club, found him standing around at the bar, yelled out his name and... you know the ritual. (hug/kiss/asspinch) Then this girl whom I totally supposed he was flirting with, who was every inch an SPG, and such a boring, unattractive one at that, came up and put her arms around him and started going on and on about how Mr. Grant was her wife!
Then some really nice music came on and we started getting it going on the floor -Mr Grant is a fab dancer- And when we* get it going on, we really get it going on.

I had just purchased a new burlesque-princess-ish outfit from Phuture London (photo to be posted soon) and the skirt was nice and tiny with lace. Perfect for spanking. So we were at it on the floor, and he spanks my ass. *laughs*

After awhile the boring/unattractive SPG comes up to him and (looking really dissed) says, "My wife's gone already lah" And well, I can see what kinda fix he's in - I suppose she thought she'd get laid by him that night. No idea, came too late to judge anything- so I said. "Indeed. The sex operation was successful"

He* then started telling me how these two ladies beside us were lesbians and that we should find out. So he hits on the brunette, and I go for the blonde. Anne's not particularly hot, but she's a cool woman, and she thought I turned her on. And it was FUN running my hands down her cleavage, and her thighs... I know huh! Like, what kinda free entertainment was providing for the other guys at the club, but hey, Have I said this before? I live to entertain.

Some dude from another table took bad ass photos of us, and one from under my skirt O.O No face though, thankkkk god. By this time I was really too drunk to care. I kicked his ass. That was nice.

So it's 1 am, I'm superhigh, and I look at Mr. Grant and... "Let's split from this hole"
Cab, Run back to club to retrieve credit card, Cab, His place.

cont'd