This exotic dancer and former dominatrix has performed for years throughout the Midwest (with and without her boa constrictor) and now hosts her own burlesque shows. She tells us (anonymously, of course) about professionally straddling the line between titillation and penetration—all while wearing six-inch heels.Beware the cheap Craigslist strippers! “Don’t search for a bargain when it comes exotic dancers or dominatrices,” she says. “Often you get what you pay for.”
Sure, the audience is more interested in what’s underneath her clothes, but she says locating that perfect sexy (and easily removable) outfit can be a full-time job in itself. “I do a lot of Internet shopping, but I love the Halsted and Belmont area. Skyscraper Heels (2202 W Belmont Ave, 773-477-8495) is the bomb!”
Celebrities and even religious figures have sought our source’s services. She won’t divulge any names, though. The hush-hush dominatrix-client relationship is apparently as binding as doctor-patient confidentiality.
She’s never dated customers, but our source has seen other women mix business with pleasure—and it usually ends in a messy breakup. “[Dating customers] is not looked upon as a good thing. Most of us try to keep our personal life and our professional life separate.”
The best way to piss off a dancer or dominatrix, she says, is “thinking you are going to have sex, when you should know that is never going to happen—ever. There can be a sensual exchange without sex.”
Though the money’s easy, she says there are psychologically difficult aspects to being an exotic dancer or a dominatrix. “You get to see the bare bones of a person, what they are like deep down to an extent. Often that is not pretty. Men come in and think because they gave you money that they don’t have to be polite.”