Sarah Tressler reckons Jeremy Piven gives lousy head. Oh well…

Sarah Tressler reckons Jeremy Piven gives lousy head. Oh well...

Jeremy Piven and Sarah Tressler

Video: Oh No! Them bixches fired my hero Sarah Tressler for being a two time bit stripper!

Now that we’ve all learned that society reporter turned stripper or vice versa has got her employer over at the Houston Chronicle all peeved up for perceived indiscretion of being a slut or whatever they reckon she is (see link above) comes one of her tell all exploits of being picked up by a D grade celebrity.

Ready for the dirt? Writes Ms Tressler in her blog: Diary of an Angry Stripper

via gawker: Apparently Tressler wrote the kiss-and-tell “for one of my NYU profs.” (She got a journalism MA in 2009.) She writes that she met Piven when she was an Us Weekly intern. She interviewed him, then he took her home and went down on her:

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.

Kids. I have to admit I am salivating in my pj’s. Who could ever resist the temptation of Jeremy ‘crackhead’ Pivengoing down on them? Not you I imagine? After all nothing says one has arrived as a media hack than having one of their future subjects applying sexual favors. It helps grease the wheels. It helps assuage fond memories. It also helps to have your co workers hate your guts. But don’t worry Sarah, me thinks them bixches are just jealous.

And then gawker’s writer Maureen O’Connor (yes Maureen is paid by Nick to dish the dirt) writes:

Update: Between the time when I started writing this post and when I hit “publish,” Sarah apparently made “Diary of an Angry Stripper” private. The links now go to the cached version of the Piven post.

Oh dear. Never mind Sarah, me thinks you have an illustrious career ahead of you. Jeremy Piven yesterday and well who next tomorrow?

Don’t you wish you were an up and coming media whore? I know I do….

Sarah Tressler is your preferred society reporter by day and stripper by night!

Sarah Tressler reckons Jeremy Piven gives lousy head. Oh well...

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