Hey, some guys have the gift of the tongue tango…some dont…
A gossip reporter by day, a
crime fighter stripper by night, Sarah Tressler decided to dish on one of her previous sex-scapades … conveniently, an encounter than turned into a college dissertation in 2009.
Why didn't we think of this! College would've been so much easier!
Tressler claims that she met Jeremy Piven as an intern for Us Weekly.
She interviewed him, he took her home. Romantic, right?
This is a good song, I thought as his head maneuvered somewhere below my waist. I was kind of also watching TV—a football game was on mute—and finally starting to come to the realization that John Legend was worth all the hype he was getting at the Sundance Film Festival the previous year.
I alternated between being nervous that I was not as hot as his last hookup, being amazed that I was looking at Entourage's Ari Gold eat my pussy, and being bored with how mundane it was. It was all somewhat disappointing, frankly.
To make matters worse, I caused a minor accident that could have been disastrous. I get a bit lively when I'm being intimate, and I threw a pillow off to the side at one point, which landed on the nightstand. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a flash of light.
"Jeremy! The candle— !"
Candlelight is so cliché, anyway.
You sure this isn't fan fiction, Sarah?! LOLz!
We wonder why she chose to spill the beans, now, after three years. The stripper biz must not be cutting it.
[Image via WENN.]