Kristian MichailIt's 2017. I'm 24. 7am and still on the dance floor.
When in Berlin do as the Romans do. Eat a couple of pills and watch that mouth chew. My two white girlfriends are being schmoozed at the bar. By two black men who look like film stars. Feeling lovey-dovey, I give these strange men a hug. One quickly stops me and says I'm acting smug. Confusion arises. They see I'm the girl's friend. We bury the hatchet and head to the next drug den.
Leaving the club, a black princess appears. One of the most beautiful women I've seen in years. We hail a cab. She joins me at the back. She flirts in ear, but it feels kind of whack. The leader of their group wants my friend. I find out the princess schmoozing me is this dude's girlfriend. I bite my tongue. I have no idea what's going on. A weird adventure I am happy to go along.
At the new club. The black princess grabs my hand. Splits us from the group and tells me she has a plan. "Let's get high. Let's dance baby. Let's get away from them. You need to trust me." Too good to be true. Too high to give a fuck. She buys us more pills. This white boy may be in luck. On the dance floor, she whispers in my ear. "I don't love that man. I liv my life in fear."
The cousin of her boyfriend is eying us down. Her boyfriend talks to my friend as if she is the only woman in town. The princess tells me she is from Nigeria and that things are tough. She says the life with her boyfriend is kind of rough. My gut knows this is strange. But my dick is so turned on. This girl is a princess but I smell fucking a con.
She leaves me an empty handbag and says she'll be back. I leave the club disturbed and never go back. I dropped her bag at her work the very next day. Her boss said she had been fired ages ago for some kind of foul play. What was this black princess’s actual plan? I highly doubt it was to run away with this silly white man.
With Love, Kristian Michail.