My name is Candi, Candi Lane. That’s really my stage name. It’s been so long since anyone has called me by my real name, I might have as well been born by it. I was born and raised in Chicago. My story although bizarre, oddly enough, it is not that uncommon. It is a story of love affair with sex, money and men. Growing up though, my first love was always music. I still remember the song I lost my virginity to. I remember the song I played when my heart was broken for the first time. Early on, in my college years, I was introduced to electronic music. I fell in love with the thumping sounds of the bass and dancing. During that time I began throwing parties to pay for tuition and to cover my rent. Soon I began go-go dancing in clubs as well. Looking back, those days were my favorites. But when you’re an ambitious young girl who has been blessed with a good body and looks, doors begin to open for you, some good and then others that shouldn’t be walked through!
One weekend, a girlfriend of mine took me to a cocktail party. Not knowing the fate that awaited me, I mingled with men whom their biggest financial problem was how to hide their money! I remember leaving the party later that night to get on a private jet who took us to Las Vegas. It all seemed so surreal. I remember it perfectly, it was a Friday night. By Monday morning when I got back to Chicago, my school was paid for and my life was changed for ever!
I fell in love with the money and the attention. Soon, school became an extracurricular activity for me. I started dancing in stripe clubs. My world became about money, dancing and sex. I traveled around the world with married men, single men, rich men and powerful men. I was wined and dined at some of the best restaurants in the world. I stayed in five star hotels. Chauffeurs picked me up and dropped me off. I got expensive gifts and was paraded around like a prize possession. Men wanted me and to get close to me they spared no expenses. I lived a movie star life. I met rock stars and hung out with film stars. I was in Paris for breakfast and in Milan for lunch. Yachts, Jets and shopping sprees in Gucci, Prada, Chanel, Cartier, or Bulgari were an every day thing.
My head was in the clouds. I spent money like there was no tomorrow. I bought expensive gifts for my friends and lavished them. It never occurred to me the well I was drawing from might dry up one day. And, I never let myself get close to anyone. Most of the men in my life were not even close to my age, they were married or separated or divorced. During the holidays I had plenty of time to myself! Don’t get me wrong, it didn’t bother me and if it did in those rare occasions I didn’t let it show. I enjoyed my personal time and the company of my friends. At any rate, life was good and I had the upper hand. I was getting what I wanted. Music was always there for me. Countless nights I spent dancing on the boxes in the clubs while men hovered over me. I broke hearts with every glance and I loved every minute of it. Men got something out of it too. They would buy me gifts; in return I bestowed on them my affection and satisfied their urges with my body. Everybody won!
As the time went by, I got older, and I got bored of my chosen profession. Somehow it seemed as if I had come full circle. I was spending more time throwing parties with my friends and going out dancing. Of course, this time it was not for money. I was just doing it for fun. When you get to a point in your life when you have done it all, you start looking for ways to keep the excitement going. That’s where I was at. I wanted to dance all night and laugh all day. That’s when I got intrigued by having my own night, a night of complete debauchery! A night I could let loose and take everyone with me, a night when my friends where I can dance till dawn to my favorite music blasting through a massive sound system. I needed a place where I could bring my girls to dance and grind on unsuspecting spectators. I found that place off all the cities, right back in my home town.
I recently moved back to Chicago with a new perspective. I went back to my first love. The one and only that has stayed true to me, never let me down and always brightened my day. Every Wednesday I will throw a party with the music I love and I will bring my girls with me. I will be your hostess and if you join me I will take you on a ride of your life. I’m back to my roots again. But this time I have a bag full of tricks and if you give me the opportunity, I will share it all with you. Maybe I will find the man of my life, or maybe just some new friends. I will bare it all to you and show you everything I have seen and everything you want to see!
Love,
Candi Lane (ex-stripper, ex-call girl, purveyor of the night’s delight)
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