My Travel Diary : Part 1 – Viva AmericaPosted by katsuni on December 23rd, 2009

•  USA
   
• One month ago only I was playing the « sexy-globe totters » in the United States. A stopover of 3 days in NYC in order to give myself the time to gently recover from jet lag (and not do escort, i don’t do that), to play the tourists and see with amusement my portrait at the Museum of Sex , enjoy a tasty hot dog in the electric atmosphere of Time Square, and buy a “24″ T-Shirt  “If you woke up this morning, it’s because Jack Bauer spared your life.” Then direction of Virginia for a long weekend of shows where my improvised roady of the moment, the devoted Doug , lawyer of the Papermoon club (do not ask me why) nanny-guide-bodyguard-assistant, explained with unconcealed embarrassment  while driving his Cadillac Cayenne, that full nude in Virginian strip-clubs is not just forbidden but girls must also cover their insolent nipples with large stickers which remind me the ugly “pink flesh” plasters that used to cover my knees when I was a little girl. “No anal sex either! . I will admit that it’s fine for me, I didn’t really plan to have anal sex during my stay. This is what , few days later, I said a policeman who came at the club to drink his saturday beer. The man seemed both pleased to see a foreigner so scrupulous to respect the law and was, perhaps, somewhat disappointed.
  ■ We are Thursday, November 19 th in full hurricane; note that my last visit in Honolulu, Hawai had also been accompanied by a hurricane . What do you think?I am not only a pornographic specimen, I am also a weather phenomenon. On the road to the hotel, followed by my exhilarated, stressed and panicked roady-lawyer, I rushed into the favorite store of Allentown strippers , ”you must also purchase thongs with a string large enough to not reveal any orifice! ». I buy the indispensable pasties; they are heart-shaped , it should be ok “Are you sure you do not need to try it on? . Thanks Doug, it’s going to be ok, i swear. » Later I will add on it with my nail polish , some large silver glitters. The plasters have become sparkling jewels, it is hot! Forced to shopping anyway, I take this opportunity to add to the final bill a very sexy dress which looks to come straight out of Christian Audigier workshops. But here is the miracle. It actually looks good … but it only costs 20$. I love buying what seems expensive but is really not! In the end this little trip to Virginia has been quite fun and other cool detail : I’ve never got so many tips in my whole life. When it comes to dance, dodging hundreds of bills that are thrown in the face by hysterical «  mini bikini girls » and when it’s necessary to be carefull not to slip on the floor because this one is covered by dollars, that means that the night was good. A 2nd weekend of shows is following this time …in Pennsylvania, which is not so far.
  ■ But you should start to know me and I couldn’t just stay painting my nails (like any self-respecting pornstar), during those 3 days in the One dollar-cheeseburgers-country ; therefore, I offered myself the luxury to take a flight ticket Richmond-Los Angeles (via Dallas), then LA-Allentown (via Cleveland). And that’s it! Let’s go to Beverly Hills and its avenues lined with palm trees, its flaming corvettes, and Paris Hilton clones walking in prada shoes and looking for the latest Vuitton bag.”Oh la la la!”… an appointment with my lawyers (believe me, real winners of our time are webmasters and lawyers), a glass of fresh jamba juice ”mango-orange-passion”, hyper-caloric window-shopping at the mall in Woodland Hills while sipping a small Pink Berry frozen yoghurt with a dome of raspberries, kiwi slices and white chocolate chips ….
  ■ It was then time for me to return to Pennsylvania where a new club, the Creekside Cabaret was waiting for me with other nice surprises : smiling and playful girls running naked on their platform shoes in a cheerladers locker room , screaming alternately “Oh my God! “and” You’re so hooot! “The House Mom , indifferent, smoking her cigarette, counting the tips fell from thongs and garters ; a dedicated staff in suit, professional, friendly … … fan … adorable » father &son « owners with whom I’ve tasted the best Cheesesteacks of Philadelphia in a small troquet only known by a few people (veterans of the Vietnam War wearing large black and red plaid shirts and muttering while drinking their beer ) and , still,… a great audience applauding each swaying, cheering every smile, rewarding every glance. I’m not Beyonce, but what I live, for someone who can not dance, not sing, which was not acting in the latest blockbuster or won a prize of beauty….it’s not openly bad …

                                                                                             …………..to be continued………..