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From infantilism (where she dresses her customers in diapers, changes them, spanks them and allows them to mock-wean on her), to costumed role-playing ("I’ve been a schoolgirl, an SS officer, a baby sitter and a nurse. Never been a nun — that would be fun!"), to S&M: "One old man had me slapping his face and screaming ‘failed, failed, failed’ at him as he sucked on a dildo."
The difference between Scarlet and a "legal" dominatrix is that she actually has contact with her patrons and charges them for it — hence, in the eyes of the law, she’s a common prostitute.
She’s been practicing fetishism exclusively for the last four years. "I might see four clients a week," she says. "I have some regulars like this couple in the Valley, who always want the wife to go down on me, or have me slap her around. And I have some foot guys who’ll suck toes. I know I’m exploiting their deep-seated issues, but if I didn’t do it, someone else would. There’s thousands of us in L.A.!"
Scarlet discovered her freak magnetism at an early strip job, which she took because secretarial-pool pay wasn’t keeping her infant son in diapers or her husband in drugs. "There was a back VIP room at this place, and I’d get these guys that wanted me to dance for them, and then I’d step on their balls — the other dancers wouldn’t do that. Then it would escalate.
"It was insane — they’d come from their softball leagues or whatever, and under these sweaty uniforms, they’d be wearing bras and panties. And they carried the dildos in their gear bags and would demand ‘training’ [insertion] for an extra hundred. Hell yeah, I did it."
Scarlet tired of the Inland Empire, where she’d grown up and married young — miserable and abused all the while. Shortly after arriving in Hollywood, she got into USC, but couldn’t afford the tab with a kid to support. So she was quickly back to dancing.
She moved on to a massage job at a Bel Air mansion. "Ten of us girls in this house, some of it actual massage. One-fifty for the massage, an extra fifty if you do the massage nude. But for an extra hundred, there was the handjob. One day it was really slow, and I’m stressing over bills and money, and this guy looks at me after I’m done . . . He told me what he wanted. I was completely grossed out; I never actually touched genitals for money at that point. Yecch, it was gross, but it was over in a minute, and I had a quick hundred!"
Scarlet moved up to a notorious spot on Santa Monica Boulevard. Nude modeling was the advertised fare, but for the right price, anything was negotiable. Straight sex was what she really hated, but it earned $500. "I’d squat on them and it was like, ‘Don’t say anything.’ If they did talk, it was about their jobs and lives, and always how their wives didn’t understand them. Like I fucking cared!"
When customers began getting kinky (bringing their wives and demanding S&M threesomes), a light went on in Scarlet’s head. Instead of splitting her take with the house, she began advertising in sex papers and weeklies, with the requisite code words: "Betty Page Look-alike," "open-minded" and "fetishes OK."
In an odd way, the fetish trade was a step up. "I got to hate the idea that men were touching me, so the fetish thing was the only way to go," she says. Sometimes, though, her refinement works against her, as in her aversion to some "water sports."
"I can’t do that on command, which is a professional drawback," she says, sighing. "I guess I was too well toilet trained. So I’ll pee in a cup and tell them they’re not worthy of direct contact, and either dump it on them, or down the hatch!"
Scarlet draws the line at some requests, no matter what the money. No blood sports or piercing — too dangerous. With dogs? No way. But she did oblige the gent who wanted to lick dog excrement off her boots. "I brought my rottweiler’s turd in this little plastic baggie, stomped on it on his doorstep, and down he went. I was almost puking my guts out, half in disgust, half trying not to laugh. But it was another $350. Hey, no skin off my ass, just shit off my shoes, right?"
Scarlet sighs and shakes her head. "I still want to go to medical school and become a doctor," she says. "I’d like to actually help people, rather than use them."