I was raised in a small town in Michigan called Flint. Although my parents divorced when I was young, I was very fortunate that both my parents remarried and I grew up with a huge extended family. While I was quite the tomboy, I was completely into all the typical girlie things. From an early age, I studied Ballet, Tap and Modern Jazz, until I dislocated my left knee attempting to stretch my leg on the highest bar at the dance studio I attended. My creative flow didn't stop there. Unable to dance, my mother nurtured my love for the spotlight when she enrolled me in a local finishing school. At merely 9 years old, I was taught the importance of good manners, poise, grace, style, applying makeup correctly, and posing for the eventual paparazzi. The classes came in quite handy when I received my very first modeling jobs, a print ad for a JC Penney's catalog, and a subsequent position as a runway model in a local fashion show. I was always taking part in local talent shows and showcases. Having a mother that was a trained opera singer, influenced my desire to sing. One evening at 12 years old, I slipped into a sequined showgirl gown and a face full of makeup to portray Diana Ross in a school pageant for Black History Month. I remember the men in the audience being reprimanded by their wives for ogling my lanky prepubescent frame. Having attending private and magnet public schools my entire life, I was a bit of an outcast in my neighborhood. I was the smart girl. Although we were a middle class family, I was quite privileged. My parents rewarded my academic excellence with anything I wanted, violin lessons, piano lessons, space camp at NASA. While my peers were reading Nancy Drew and flying kites, I was reading Isaac Asimov and building rockets. At 13, depressed, intelligent and with very few friends, my wandering spirit convinced my parents to allow me to move to Los Angeles for one year to live with my aunt and uncle and their family to go to school for a year. My experience at George Washington High School was a complete culture shock. Having never attended an all Black and Latin public High School before, I was amazed at how little I new about the basics of life in the inner city. But then something happened; I met a guy. After that, I was determined to learn as much as possible about sex, seduction and lust. I started scouring book stores for anything that would help me become a connoisseur of sensuality. I began taking massage classes, and studied both Tantra and ancient erotic dance. My writing, which had once won literary and oratorical competitions became highly charged with sexuality. An energy emanated from me that was undeniably sex. Having never been moved to act before, the acting teacher approached me one day to audition for the role of Phoebe, a wanton nymph in Shakespeare's As You Like It. Cast opposite a senior and with blocking straight out of a daytime soap, I teased and flirted my way into throughout each of my scenes. I received my very first award, Best female lead in Cal Poly Tech's Shakespearean festival. I moved back to Michigan for a year, but the taste of the big city had gotten to me. I moved back to Los Angeles the summer before my senior year at 15. I enrolled in community college as a high school senior, fulfilling the remaining 15 credits needed for my high school diploma. Later, while attending Santa Monica College, I found myself married to a guy that I not only didn't love, but didn't have the same type of sex drive as I did. A divorce left me the single parent of 2 small children. I decided that staying in school was more important than working 60 hours a week to survive, so I started looking for alternate was of making money. At 19, I was too young still to dance in most strip clubs, and had never even stepped foot inside one. I found my way to the classified ads section of the L.A. Weekly and came across an ad for figure models. The rest as they say is history!