Full Disclosure by Stormy Daniels

Author:Stormy Daniels
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2018-10-02T07:00:00+00:00

FOUR

You know that moment when you’re watching a horror movie and the girl thinks she can go back into the house and get her cat or whatever? And you just shake your head because you know exactly where this is going?

Well, for me “the cat” was getting on The Apprentice. So, come along with me as we go back into the house.

I got a call from Keith Schiller the day after Trump and I met up. “Mr. Trump would like to see you tonight.” He was going to be in the nightclub downstairs in my hotel. When I went down, Keith met me in the lobby.

“I’ll take you to the table,” he said. The club had a very Vegas vibe, with a lot of booths and a dance floor in the back. Keith led me through to the VIP area, which was very dark. There was a long couch, and Trump was sitting in a corner with Ben Roethlisberger. Shortly before his twenty-fourth birthday, “Big Ben” had become the youngest quarterback to win the Super Bowl, leading the Pittsburgh Steelers to the win in Detroit that February.

They were in mid-conversation, but Trump stopped and smiled at me. He made a kissy face like an invitation, and I just nodded. I sat next to Ben, who introduced himself.

“I was in Detroit when you won the Super Bowl,” I told him.

“Oh, you went to the game?” he asked. He leaned in to hear me over the DJ’s cheesy pop.

“No, I was dancing,” I said. “I was feature dancing at a place.”

“Oh, where?” he asked, his face breaking into a wide smile.

“The Coliseum.”

“Oh, I know that place,” he said. “It’s really nice.”

Trump started talking to Ben and it seemed to be private, so I just looked around. Ben was drinking as Trump droned on. I don’t drink, so I didn’t have a cocktail to occupy me, and this was obviously before we all became phone zombies. My eyes wandered around the room, which seemed to be full of aging frat boys in town for the golf tournament. Keith was standing guard, and Ben had a guy, too. He was so much smaller than Ben that it seemed comical to me that this six-foot-five professional football player would need him.

I jumped in when there was a break in Trump’s monologue. “Where’s your ring?” I asked Ben. I meant his Super Bowl ring.

“Oh, when I go out I don’t want to draw attention,” he said, “so I have my guy hold my jewelry.” I found it extra funny that this guy had all this jewelry belonging to Ben Roethlisberger in his pocket.

“Do you want to try it on?” Ben asked. He called his guy over, and two of my fingers fit in Ben’s Super Bowl ring.

“It looks good on you,” he said. “Do you come to Pittsburgh a lot?”

“Yeah, I’m actually going to be there in a couple of months dancing at a place called Blush.”

“Oh, that place is kind of weird,” he said. “You should take my number.

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