Chapter 9 - Wonderful Adventures and Experiences

Ok after this chapter, I am going to start posting all the "diary entries" as they are. I have been saving them, but wanted to catch you up with my life before my blog.

So I jump into corporate aviation, head first. I booked my first gig 2 weeks after graduation. It was a family of 7 with 2 handicapped children. I was nervous but still kicked butt and they even requested me back for their return trip. I was networking and doing what I needed to do to get my name out there. I must have sent our like a gillion resumes, lol. Jack was giving me money in between to make ends meet while I hustled and I did pretty ok. Around summer time, things came to a complete halt! I knew I had to get into something else. My bff told me about the school she went to massage therapy for so I quickly enrolled. It was a grueling 6 months but I knew I had to do what I had to do. I took the state board and passed as I knew I would and I got licensed. I began booking gigs right away. I made friends with all the concierges at the high end hotels and they sent business my way. I always gave them a little something to show my appreciation.
Come November, flying started picking up again...I had gotten on the contract roster for a charter company not too far from me and they sent business my way.
In december I sent out my resume to this company where I would get my big break...the year ended with a bang!

So the next posts will start with blogs from early 2010; I summarized 2009 and 2010 in this chapter but now you will start getting more of a "day to day" feel of my life.....HAPPY READING!!!

Chapter 8 - Fresh Start

Well I got in touch with an old SD from when I was in college. He jumped at the opportunity to be with me of course since he's super old and not getting any from his wife, lol. The great thing about our relationship is that he's literally my bitch! I'm very upfront with him about why I choose to spend my time with him. I always remind him that the only reason I choose to be with him is because HE GIVES ME MONEY. He does tend to forget that we are in an arrangement and starts talking about marriage so I have to remind him, lol. Maybe he's just too old; he's 66. I moved south beach to get away from it all and just party my ass off while I figured it all out. It was awesome! I met some cool people and made some contacts. I decided to work on private planes as a flight attendant. I trained for it, (luckily my daddy paid for the training) I did a few trips...definitely had to hustle to get myself out there but I did slowly but surely. I was still on the lookout for my next big fish though. I sold my engagement ring and my Cartier love bracelet to put in my savings. It was definitely nice to know that I had not wasted my time for nothing. Of course I kept all my other fabulous material things (gucci shoes and jewelry, jimmy choos, louboutins, chanel, Prada, Versace, Ralph Lauren, Burberry, Louis Vuitton, etc...you get the picture). I have a fabulous wardrobe and accessory collection thanks to my ex! Love you babe! Wish you the best, muah! Got a nice BMW that suits me and my age; Jack (my old oldtime daddy) also gave me some money towards my car. So now I have my own upscale car. You gotta look the part if you want to snag a big fish. They want to know that you're trying to make something of yourself and not just sitting around waiting for them to save you.
It took a little bit of adjustment from my ultra fabulous lifestyle but I got right back into my business mode. Once an entrepreneur, always an entrepreneur ;-)
I decided that I was gonna get into as many things, career wise...can't put all my eggs in one basket. I always say that you should have at least 3 sources of income. That way when one fails, the others can keep you afloat.
Stay tuned...

Chapter 7 - Life in a new State

I'm not going to tell you where we moved to, but I will say that it is a place that stays sunny year round for the most part. We rented a 5-bedroom, 5,000 sqft home in a gated community...definitely my dream home. I was now playing housewife. We joined a country club and everything was just dandy but after a while, I got bored. I decided to go back to school since Richard wouldn't let me work even part-time. Even going to school was a fight but when I want something, it happens and he paid for my school. I went for graphics design and learned a lot. I even used my skills to help him design some marketing materials for his company.

Life as a housewife was everything I wanted...I got whatever I want drove a mercedes S550 (2008 christmas present), got all the jewels and designer duds any girl could ask for. I had access to the bank accounts and lived a very comfortable life. But there was one thing eating at me, and that was the fact that Richard still wasn't divorced and I was wasting my youth with him. I didn't want a situation where I was left with nothing, even though I was stashing money away. We fought about it all the time and he made it seem like it was up to his wife (she was definitely bitter and desperately trying to drag it out). The real estate market had crashed around this time and they were wasting money on lawyers as Richard lost a ton of money in his projects. After our 1-year lease was up, I gave him an ultimatum. Give me an engagement ring, or I move out. He was being hard headed, or so I thought at the time, so I moved out into a 2-bedroom condo in a high rise near my good friend. It was a nice neighborhood. I still wanted to be surrounded by money. I started having an affair with my friend's brother-in law who was married at the time. I needed something to take my mind off all the craziness going on. All of a sudden, Richard brings me his divorce papers 2 months later, lol. I should have moved out earlier. He then proposed to me with a 5.5 carat diamond ring in a lavish and romantic setting. He brought me to tears! I was so excited to be planning my wedding. We told our family and set the date 6 months from the proposal. Richard had moved out of the 5-bedroom home into a 1-bedroom condo...I noticed that funds weren't coming in as they should and even asked him about it but he assured me that everything was fine. Then he kept trying to move into my place and I told him not until we got married because I didn't want him getting too comfortabe. So he moved into another building close to me.

We picked the location and even went to marriage counseling but we had definitely gotten estranged because we fought about money all the time....little did I know that Richard was broke and instead of telling me about it, he pretended everything was fine, drank a lot and then lashed out at me. I couldn't take it anymore. I also knew that I couldn't live and be married to a man and be struggling. I rather struggle on my own. So I convinced Richard that we should postpone the wedding till we could afford it. He reluctantly agreed but he had no choice. We had gotten to the point where I couldn't even stand being around him anymore because he turned into an alcoholic and became verbally abusive so I just stayed away from him. I bought my own car and gave him back the benz because the payments were just too steep. Slowly but surely we just stopped speaking to each other. I even changed my phone number and he got the message. He was too ashamed to tell me he was broke so he just stayed away. I realized that was the reason he didn't even want to buy me a ring in the first place, he just couldn't afford it. I figured out a lot of things after we parted ways. I started getting collection calls looking for him for past due payments on the credit cards, cars, etc. It was just unsettling. Now I needed to get back on the horse and start a new game plan for my life. I had some savings so it was a lot easier, thank God! I knew I had to pick a job where I was around rich men so I went to the drawing board.

Chapter 6 - Life in the Adult Entertainment Industry

The year 2003 had just started; I had just purchased my first home at such a young age :-)
I was happy indeed. I had to focus on school (college) and pay my bills so I was working as an escort. I made quite a lot of money so I decided to purchase another home as an investment property; do my "incalls" out of there which pretty much paid for the mortgage so it was a win-win.
I had so many clients far and few in between...lots of regulars who took care of me. I raised my rates so that only the wealthy people could afford me. I started a website which later turned into a pay site. I did lots of photo shoots, put out a calendar, and decided to go into adult film production because I didn't see myself working for anyone as a porn star. I attended lots of adult conventions and my brand began to grow. I even got paid to shoot on danni.com. My first film was not a great as I would have liked. It was all girl/girl and I had no experience in the adult film industry, nor did I have anyone to go to for advise so I did it all on my own. I must say though that I give myself credit for putting everything together. I would tell you the name of my movie but that would blow my cover now wouldn't it? lol.
A couple of years later, I decided to dance at the most upscale club in my city so that I could date wealthy men and have a sugar daddy. I had lots of good regulars at the club. I met John, a married paranoid man who was obsessed with me. He gave me money here an there but nothing to make me stop my hustle. Then I met Richard...he reminded me of a modern day Ken. Very much a gentleman and completely spoiled me rotten. He had just separated from his wife at the time and was just lost so he decided to play. The night I met him, he spent a lot of money on me at the club and took my number...I knew there was potential there. He had a huge mansion in the best part of town...he had all the expensive cars and even had me drive his SL500 to school. I had no idea how much that car cost at the time. We went on so many trips to nice affluent locations. He introduced me to designer labels and wanted nothing but the best for me. He started out giving me $5,000/month (which enabled me to film my second film) and gave me a credit card in my name to use for what ever expenses I wanted. It was truly a "Pretty Woman" story. He wasn't too happy about me being in the film industry but I guess he knew he couldn't tell me to stop if he wasn't supporting me.
I hurt my ankle playing sports and he moved me right into his home...I had just purchased my 3rd home and it was a townhouse with lots of stairs and there was no way I could maneuver around. He offered to take care of me at his lovely home. After I healed up and graduated from college, he proposed that we moved to another town and start over fresh and that I quit the adult industry all together. He wanted to marry me as soon as his divorce was final. I happily obliged because I knew I had hit the jackpot and I really didn't see myself in the Adult film industry forever anyways because it was a lot of hard work getting your name out there. I probably could have succeeded but it would have taken way too much time and my ultimate goal anyway is to marry money. I sold all my properties and furniture and packed up my things and was ready to move. I was incredibly happy!

CHAPTER 5 - A new woman has emerged

My friend's mom wasn't very cool with me running away from home so she called my parents and took me back home. I was determined to get the fuck out of there. My mother attempted to have a talk with me about the recent events but I basically told her that I planned on getting a job to save money and move out of the house. She told me that I could not work while I was living under her roof; and that if I got a job, she would kick me out of the house. I got a job anyway and when I got back home from my first day of work...all my things were waiting for me outside the house. I guess she wasn't bluffing, hahaha. Benjamin took me to my mother's good friend's house who we called our aunt (aunt Nancy) because we had known her for a very long time. Aunt Nancy of course begged me to go back home and beg for my mother's forgiveness...I told her that I would rather live in the streets before going back, so she put up with me. I had a little bit of freedom because aunt Nancy worked a lot. She dropped me off at school in the mornings and I found a ride to work and sometimes back home, or she picked me up from work. I dated a bit, which she didn't like but I could care less. Finally when she felt so guilty about housing me, she told me I had to move out...I guess she figured that if she kicked me out, I would have no choice but to go back home. But she figured wrong. I asked my very good friend, Sarah if she could ask her parents permission for me to stay with them till I graduated high school and found a place. Her parents were very welcoming...they were also reasonable parents. Sarah was allowed to work, and she had a car, and a proper curfew...I definitely enjoyed living there. I spent thanksgiving and Christmas with them and finally I got approved for an apartment, my very own apartment. I was so excited!!! I really needed my freedom. I also got a credit card with $150 on it, lol. I applied to only one college, which had a great business program like I wanted because I knew I would get in. I did get in. My guidance counselor was very concerned about me but I knew I would be fine. I decided that I would strip while I was in college....that was how I entered into the adult entertainment industry.
I answered an ad that needed strippers for bachelor parties; the guy who ran the company was a complete douchebag and talked to the dancers very disrespectfully, but I worked with him a little because I needed the money and I knew that I wouldn't be working with him for very long. I made very good money with him, but I knew I couldn't work with someone that didn't deal with me respectfully so I started hunting for another gig. I answered an escort ad; I was naive....not knowing that escort was another name for prostitute, but even when I found out what it meant, I didn't really care. As long as I was getting paid well, and I did. But the guy who ran that company was a pimp and wanted me to give him all my hard earned money and in return he promised to "take care of me"...of course, that didn't work for me so I moved on. Then I answered another ad and it was the right fit. I was very popular because of my body type, plus I was 18, fresh out of high school...I was a lean, mean, fucking machine! lol. I made a lot of money with this company...the owner took a liking to me and we started dating, he spoiled me and treated me very well...I fell in love with him. Even though he had 3 kids by another woman, he treated me so well that it didn't matter. His house was amazing and he inspired and encouraged me to be my best self. He believed in me and made me feel/believe that I could have it all and I loved it.
But then.....every beginning must have and end. I found out that he had a fiance, gasp! I was so naive, I saw women's clothing and belongings at his home, but he told me they were his sister's and that she was in the process of moving out. I, like a dumb ass, believed him. One evening while we were at his home, I heard a car screech in the drive way and and out she jumps with a baseball bat and comes after me for "messing with her man". He got in the way and suggested that I left immediately. I was in so much shock! He was apologizing to her so I knew she wasn't lying...I left in disbelief. My heart was truly broken, crushed into pieces. It hurt so badly, I even cried for an hour. After I let it all out, I wiped my tears and it was time, yet again to take a step in another direction....I ended it with him and even though he came back begging me with gifts (which I accepted, lol) and told me that he was planning on leaving her, I didn't take him back. It was then I decided that I would leave him and his company all together and work as an independent escort, so I branched out on my own....

Chapter 4 - NEW CITY, NEW LIFE (additonal info)

I was so excited to come to the United States. I know the trip was very long, but I don't even recall being tired because I was so excited. Ben and I talked the whole time of what life would be like. Everything was fascinating in the United States. I was excited to go to school, I got enrolled in middle school while Ben took his GED to get enrolled in college. People were just as fascinated with me as I was with the U.S. They did ask stupid questions though; like "do you guys live in trees?", "do you speak English?". Hello!!! My English was better than theirs to begin with. Anyways, I still enjoyed school. I aced all my classes and I made some friends. I always made 100's; it was too easy! People were always shocked by how I made the grades with ease.
Life at home was exciting as well. I tried hot dogs, corn bread, burgers, etc for the first time. Although after a while, I got over it. I loved my native dishes (still do) too much. After the excitement of the U.S wore off, I started getting annoyed with my parents. They won't let me have or go to sleepovers with friends. My friend's mom wanted to take us to the movies and they told her no. I did all my chores (which was a lot; I was practically the maid), made good grades, and was an overall good child, yet I didn't get rewarded at all. My mother just wanted me to go to school, go to church, and come home. I started to resent my parents.
I got enrolled in soccer, which turned out to be a great sport for me and I excelled in it.
High school came; I still got the same lousy treatment from my parents but I hung in there and bit my tongue. It wasn't until junior year of high school that I had enough. They wouldn't even let me get a job to buy clothes and they didn't give me money for clothes; so my friend and I would shoplift. The only job I was allowed to have was as a soccer referee for kids, and then finally, they let me get a job at our church's daycare. I envied Ben, he got to drive (they didn't let me drive or get my permit and I was 17!!!) and have some freedom. They were afraid that I would get pregnant....they watched too much television. Like keeping me locked up in the house was going to stop me if I really wanted to have sex. I wanted to join the dance team; I auditioned and got in and then they told me I couldn't do it because I would be too close to the football players, lol.
That summer after school, we went to London to visit my grandmother (from my dad's side) for the first time and our two aunts (also from our dad's side). London was ton's of fun! My grandma was loving as a grandma would be. She made a fuss over us and we liked it. They were Jehovah's witness but my older aunt wasn't very religious. She was cool. She had a daughter and she had a sugar daddy supporting them. She pulled me to the side one day and said: "you see what you have between your legs? You use that to get whatever you want from men". I took that message to heart. On our way back to the states, I decided to lose my virginity and boy did things take a different turn after that.
I slept with a classmate that I really liked, then after that the captain of the football team, and a few others in between. I even had sex in the boys locker room with the captain was; it was all exciting, and I made sure that I used condoms of course...things started to get fun. I snuck guys into our basement and fucked them in Benjamin's room, I was having a blast! Then I started lying about having soccer games (I was on the Varsity team because I was that good, lol) and I would hang out with me friends. My mother caught on to me and busted me one night. I wasn't even apologetic. I told them, if they would give me some freedom, I wouldn't have to sneak out. I mean they wouldn't even let me hang out with my girlfriends for goodness sake!!!
One day, my very good girlfriend from high school (the one I did all my shoplifting with) and I went to wal-mart. I shoplifted the stupidest stuff and of course, I get caught. I've shoplifted way more stuff in the past but this time my items came up to $12, are you kidding me??? I was mad at myself for that one. They arrested me and took me into custody/holding cell. The warden (lady) begged me to call my mother, but I wasn't going to; finally she wore me down (I guess I do have a heart) and I called my mother; who was hysterical. Apparently, they called the cops but they knew nothing about me or my friends (because they didn't care to meet them) to tell the cops to give them "leads'. I knew I shouldn't have called, lol. Now I had to deal with that. My step-dad of course starts acting "holier than thou" and threatens to leave me in jail...I could care less...I didn't even want to talk to them in the first place!
The next morning, the judge let me go free since it was my first offense, provided that I show up on my court date. I get out and my step-dad is waiting for me...ugh! He was the last person I wanted to see. I didn't say a word to him and he didn't to me. He took me home and he left the house. I called my girlfriend and packed up most of my stuff. I was running away....

A new life in the United States (CHAPTER 4)

Everything about the states was exciting at first (hotdogs, hamburgers, cornbread, mac & cheese, etc) but then as with every new toy, you get used to it and get over it. I had to be put in the 8th grade even though I was meant to be in the 9th grade, because the school season was very far ahead and they didn't think I could keep up. So that meant that I was a year older than everyone in my class, which was new to me because I was used to being the youngest one back home. I got bumped up a lot because I was smart so I was in school with with people 4 years older than me when I was back in Africa.
In any case, 8th grade was a breeze...it was cool to see the way classrooms were set up. The lockers, homeroom, students with different color skin and hair, everything was exciting (even riding the bus) and easy. The only subject I had trouble with was algebra, but it didn't take long to grasp it and I did very well. The students were very curious, asking if we lived in trees and ran wild with lions, hahaha. They were pretty stupid, but I let them know that we were westernized just like Americans.
Life at home was ok....we lived in a nice, big 5-bedroom house in the suburbs. The subdivision was kept very nicely. We had chores assigned to us but for some reason, I got most of it. I always did my chores though and made good grades but my parents were still too strict! I even had a bed time, which was fine with me if they just let me hang out with friends. One time, a friend from school invited me to go out to the movies with her and some other friends. Her mom was going to chapperone us; she talked to my step-dad and he still said no...I was so pissed and sad at the same time. My period started that year (I was 14) and I had the worst cramps ever! I even had to get taken to the emergency room from school one time. Name brands were definitely a must have in school but my mother didn't believe in that because she thought it was wasteful (however not for my younger siblings when they started wanting those things; I'm just going to assume she learned from her mistakes with me); they wouldn't even pay to get my hair done, so it was kind of annoying going to school but it was ok. As long as I was excelling, I felt great about myself. I swear though, everything I wanted, they denied me. I needed braces, BADLY!!! but they didn't want to spend the money. They wanted me to do my chores, be respectful, make good grades, go to church, etc. But when I wanted something as little as decent clothes and hanging out with my friends, they denied me. This is a tension that was building up and will finally explode.
I got into soccer reluctantly, but it turned out to be a great sport that I loved. I was also part of the dance team, but my parents made me quit because they thought it would lead to me sleeping with the football team, lol. Even as I moved on to high school they were still too strict. They wouldn't let me girlfriends sleep over, or vice versa, let alone let me date.
After a while my step siblings (my step dad's kids with his ex-wife) came to live with us. We also had a family friend living with us. At one point, there were a lot of people in the house and I was left with all the chores with no reward for it. I got along with my step-sisters but they didn't get along with my mother and after a while, it drifted us apart. My brother ended up sleeping with one of my step sisters, which was a HUGE taboo. There was definitely a lot of drama in that house.
The summer of the year I turned 17, my mother had the fabulous idea to send us to London to visit my grandmother and two aunts. It was a fun trip, we visited trafalgar square, went to Jehovah's witness church with my grandmother and aunt and got to see a lot of beautiful things in London. One of my aunt was the cool one and she told me to use what's between my legs to get what I wanted from men. I kind of understood the concept but had no clue just how on point she was. We also met up with a cousin that lived there, along with some guy I chatted with on yahoo chatrooms who turned out to be lame. I even learned to travel around London myself. It was the first time I ever saw my grandmother (from my dad's side) and she was just awesome. My trip to London was definitely a lot of fun ;-). Unfortunately, my grandmother passed a few months after we left; she could have saved her life with a blood transfusion (or something like that) but because she was a jehovah's witness, her religion won't let her. It was almost like she stayed alive just to see us before she passed. I didn't really feel like I had lost someone though because I didn't know her for that long. I thought it was sad that she died but that was about it.
I decided to lose my virginity after 16 and now that I was 17, it was time. I decided to lose my virginity once I returned to the states. I had him picked; his name was Garfield. I snuck him into our basement and I lost my virginity right at my house with out my parents or anyone knowing. It was actually in my brother's room. He had moved into the basement and I had my room all to myself upstairs, but I couldn't sneak out though, lol. After I lost my virginity, I slept with the captain of our football team, and a couple of other guys I thought were hot without my parents knowing. It's funny, the one thing they were so scared of me doing, I did.
I even had to lie one time to my parents so I could hang out with my girlfriends. One time, I told them I had a soccer game when I didn't and I got to hang out and do normal things with my friends. We didn't even do much but I had fun. My mother was on to me though because she was waiting for me when I got home and confronted me. It turned into a screaming contest and I basically told them the I wouldn't have sneak around and lie to them, if they would let me hang out with friends!!! Of course, they didn't hear a word I said; typical.
I started shop lifting with a friend of mine. My parents wouldn't give me money for the basics so I decided to shoplift to get what I wanted. They won't let me get a job either so basically I was fucked either way. I had a part-time job, making crap money as a referee but it didn't buy much. They didn't want me to work AND they didn't give me money either! I know kids usually complain about their parents and seem to be over dramatizing everything but I wasn't asking for the world here! They let me get a job at our church as a baby sitter in our church but I didn't care for it. I even yelled at a kid once cause she was bouncing off the walls and I didn't last long for that. Hey, I learned that from home, lol. I finally got caught shop lifting at walmart and I got taken to jail. My parents had no idea where I was. Finally the guard convinced me to call home. My mother was screaming and sighing, and going on and on with the drama; this was why I didn't want to call home in the first place. Apparently, my parents had called the cops like they gave a shit about me, lol. But because they didn't let me have a social life, they didn't know who my friends were, to give the cops any leads on where I could be. I found out the next day that they were going to let me go free anyways provided that I come back to court on my court date; so I didn't really need to call my parents. I could have just lied and told them that I was at a friends house, but everything happens for a reason. When I left jail the next day, my stepdad was waiting for me; I was so pissed. He took me home, dropped me off and left. I packed up some of my things and called my friend (the one that shoplifted with me at walmart) and she picked me up and took me home but her mother didn't like me running away from home so she called me parents and made me go back, ugh! Things definitely took a turn from them on and everything would be different....