Here is my @bloghomework for this week @rambo and @missy!
2/6: Contest - Your Best Worst Valentine's Day Ever!
In all honesty, my best/ worst Valentine's Day was all wrapped up into one and is a rather macabre story...
I was around 20 years old and working as a professional dominatrix at the time and went on a "business" trip to Vegas. I was pregnant at the time, but had NO idea. I had a blast drinking, gambling, going to shows and shopping on my slaves dime but it didn't last for long because he turned on me one night.
The good: I got to meet Penn and Teller, watch Cirque d' Solei and was never once carded in any bars or restaurants. I spent close to 20,000 dollars at the slot machines and shopping alone. I felt like the goddess I was being paid to be. I remember asking Penn Gilette if he were Jewish and he laughed at me ans said "I am an atheist" I replied "GOOD. Keep it that way." I don't think I have ever heard that man laugh so hard in my life. I also had double vertical philtrum piercings done while in Vegas which I loved, but lost a couple years later while eating pizza.
The bad: My slave was a very whiny little bitch and I had to work extra hard with him. One night he got drunk and came knocking on my hotel room door. I let him in thinking it was like any other night I worked, I was wrong. He barged in and attempted to rape me. Luckily for myself I am no weakling and was able to fight him off and get him out of my room. Unfortunately, I was so distraught that I downed and entire fifth of liquor in less than 30 minutes and ended up spending the rest of the night in the bathroom puking my brains out. The next morning I woke up to a blood soaked bed (I was miscarrying and had no idea), cleaned myself up, packed my things and caught a taxi to the airport. I had to ditch my slave in Vegas to fend for himself after that fiasco.
Pretty much after that, all my other Valentine's Days have been rather PG and uneventful.