Fishing

Last night when I arrived at the club around 9 45 pm there were 15 girls there and four guys. So I didn't even change, instead I sat on the couch and could not believe what I was seeing.
It was not looking good. But then people started trickling in and by midnight I was in my heels and slowly starting to gather money. I left a little before 4 am, it was on ok night. Not good or great but ok. So better than nothing.
While walking to the dressing room a guy ran up to me and asked me in a heavy accent,
"You Russian?" I explained to him that I am Polish. He wanted to know if I spoke Russian since that is where he was from, Moscow to be precise. I told him that I understand a little but I speak Polish......and a couple of more languages but I doubt he spoke Swedish or French.
My German is getting rusty. Then he wanted to know if I could leave the club and come and join him and his TEN Russian friends camping at the river to go fishing. Ehhhhh.......NO.
He had a difficult time comprehending that I would not leave the club. I told him that I only work in the club, no meeting up with anyone outside. His English was not the best either.
I know that in Russia the girls that work in "strip clubs" aka brothels also see guys outside, you basically pick the girl you fancy and then you buy her out, but here in the US it doesn't work like that. Sure, some girls do have sex with guys outside of the club for money, of course but many don't. I of course DON'T . And the girls that do this usually keep that quiet because it is rather frowned upon since a strip club should not be a brothel in any way. And meeting up with ten Russian guys on the river in the middle of the night sounds like an adventure that I rather pass up than get to experience.
What I am more interested in is that my very SEKSI man Vladimir Putin has finally divorced Lyudmila. Now I am hoping that he is going to plan a fishing trip to Kenai, since he is an avid outdoors man and decide to come in to the club and fall head over heels for me. Cause I know he would, I would charm him in an instant. I know that there is a passionate man hiding behind that icy cold stare. Somebody needs to tell my Volodya (Putin's nickname in case you wonder) about my blog and he needs to get in touch with me. I can totally see myself ruling the Kremlin with Putin by my side.