In the Land of the Vikings 2.

Well, my staying in Iceland gets to the end. Somehow I'm always sad when I'm leaving this country. I've never felt so close to Mother Nature like here. But one eye is crying and the other one is happy.

Here was a good experience of worship. Unbelievable for me that some girls can make any nice club a nightmare. When I arrived, some girls were waiting for customers on the top of the stairs. When they came up, they were ready to jump on them. Like piranhas! My jaw was dropped. I knew in some club girls like that but I never wanted to work there. One of the reasons why I don't want to work any club in London (girls work in the same style because they pay for the club to work there and they want to make sure they make money). The first week I was just sitting and watching the show. And I was just smiling when the one who jumps first on the customer started to complain about how the other girls catch the guys before her! Drama, drama...

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In the Land of the Vikings

I chose this title because here actually funny but I'm experiencing the feminist side of Iceland. At least in the club.. I've heard before that the feminist movements are strong here and Iceland has had the first openly lesbian prime minister.

So I'm not surprised when local customers (we have lots of tourist but they don't ask such questions) ask me if I'm forced to do this job. It seems here in this country even harder to believe that a girl like me choose a job like dancing naked and we have nothing to do with prostitution or human trafficking. Actually in Iceland nudity is not allowed by law inside the club, we don't have a stage for topless shows and during the private dance, I have to keep all my clothes on. It's more of a champagne club where you buy champagne for the girls and pay for their time spent with you. But it seems the government brainwashed the people here and in public opinion, every club is a whorehouse. That was the reason why the police investigated our club in the past but found nothing. (I've heard that was quite a bad reputation for them and it has been in newspapers that they spent thousands of Euros from the taxpayer's money buying champagne and private time for the girls just to find single evidence.) But some other clubs have been closed down. 

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My Big Sister

There is a Big Brother show again in the UK on Channel 5. Usually, I don't care about reality shows but this time I know a person who went into the house. The loudmouth Biannca as the Daily Star called her. And she made quite a big scene when she was voted out: she left the house topless!

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Photoblog - The land of ice and fire

Someone just encouraged me to share some photos I took during my travels. So here they are. These are my favourites of Iceland from last December. 

Chasing the Midnight Sun

Let's start this story with December last year. I've been here in Iceland already. I've heard lots of good thing about the club here and I wanted to give it a go. 2 days before my flight the agency contacted me that the club is currently not open, but the owner wants me to come anyway as they can reopen at any time. So I arrived but the club didn't open the next day or next week either. I spent 2 weeks in Reykjavik hoping that I can work but nothing happened. Finally, I gave it up, enjoyed a few days more as a tourist here and I was heading back to the UK.

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When money talks

I have a funny story from another day. I know some people just like to be judgemental and I should not be surprised after I'm saying I work as a dancer they give me a bad look. I can not imagine how is in the States as I've heard different opinions about it. Some say their dancers are treated as artists or entertainers and they have more respect. But I also heard the opposite. I think it's just different from person to person. Here in Europe people are more conservative as they say. (Although Europe means 45 different countries and many different cultures.) But for sure I don't like to speak up and say out loud what is my profession. Just like that day.

I arrived back from Corsica and I went to the local money shop to exchange the money I earned there. I always go to the same place. I know the exchange rates are not the best there, but my bank is on the another side of the road and I don't like to walk around with lots of cash in my pocket.

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The Little House of Fetish

I can not call me a prude woman. I had a boyfriend before that he loved me wearing stockings in bed. I didn't find it difficult if that makes him happy, why not. As I'm doing fetish modelling these kinds of desires are not unknown for me. And I don't know why but I noticed lately that guys with secret fantasies sooner or later open up for me and telling me or their dirty secrets. And I love those private dances when my customer only wants to give me foot massage or lick the heels of my shoes! But experience something extreme in private life, it's a different story..

First I was dating a guy and he liked the glossy, shiny hold-ups on me. For every date we had he arrived with a pair of black stockings. He knows I love the vintage style Agent Provocateur ones (I already have a whole collection of them) So we were dating for a while but one night after having sex he turned to me saying: “Honey, I love your legs in these stockings. But what if next time I'm gonna wear them?”

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