My name was once Kelly Dawson. I was born In Chicago Illinois. I had the perfect life so I thought; I lived in the suburbs and went to one of the best private High schools in Chicago. I wasn’t rich but it sure did seem like it. Chuckling to myself, how often we believe things to be perfect when we are young. I remember is as if it was yesterday, it was June 13th I was a sleep in my posh bed fitting for a princess, some might say. All of a sudden I heard the window in the living room shatter, then footsteps inside the house in a panic I made my way quickly in my closet hiding amount the junk in there fearing the unknown visitors. I heard my parent’s room open my heart beating fast, not knowing if it was my parents or the burglars. Then I heard the sound of my father’s voice pleading for his telling the burglars “Please you can have everything in the house please don’t kill me!” His voice full of fear; I can hear the cracking of his voice and imagine the tears streaming down his face. It seemed like time stood still and then I heard the gun shoot and dead silence. My heart is pounding my mind racing, “What should I do?” I don’t know if it was fear pr what but I just remained still, then I heard my mother yelling to the top of her lungs. In my mind I’m screaming at the top of my lungs” Mom! No please don’t be quite!” It’s like I knew it was going to happen and I heard the gun go off three times, and heard my mom’s body hit the ground and the sound sent shockwaves in my heart. They ran sacked the whole house; I heard their footsteps throughout the house; I heard them throwing, dumping things on the floor. It seemed as if they struck gold, while my parents lay dead. I was never the one to pray even though I was in private school, but at that moment I prayed for my life, I prayed that they found what they needed and didn’t find me. Sometime passed and I waited till I didn’t hear their footsteps anymore, I still waited till I saw the sun come up from the little bit of light that shined through the closet. I took a deep breath and open the closet door still fearing for my life, I open up my eyes and realize that no one was standing before me. I called the cops and next thing I know the red and blue sirens filled the front yard. The cops were asking her all sorts of questions, and everything was just a big blur. I later found out that Daddy was a major gambler that drained our savings away. The fabulous life I taught I had been nothing more a large lie; we were borderline poor living off of credit cards and loans.
I don’t remember much after that all I know is that I just left all of it behind being homeless on the cold dangerous streets of Chicago’s South side. Watching my back every turn, I couldn’t take it anymore not knowing where my next meal was going to come from or where I was going to lay my head. This wasn’t supposed to be me this isn’t my life. I was a senior in High school everything was going great; sorry for rambling but I can’t make sense of things. I got tired of struggling; I used the money I begged for to clean myself. I used what I got and got a job at a high end strip club. It was hard for me at first being looked at as a piece of meat, but the money was oh so good. Plus with some drinks in my system it help make it easier for me to go on stage and entertain. As time went on I loved the power I had over men and woman alike. I loved the way they would gaze upon me as if I was their every desire, and for the night that they were there I was all that mattered to them. It was no secrete around the club that most of the woman there were escorting on the side, many said that’s where the big money was. Next thing I know am at the Red Light District with one of the other girls at the club, and she was schooling me on how to be an escort. I me and her got picked up by a john and everything was a big blur. We need up in as motel room and all I remember was her whispering in my ear “It’s alright, don’t be shy.” It’s on that night that Kelly Dawson officially died and Seduction Convair was born.

The part below is not a Known fact, but is just stated to give you some insight about my character. The only way that you will find out is if I leave you clues or I tell you directly.

I’ll do whatever it takes to get the life I want, and I don’t care who I may hurt in the process. You just better hope it’s not your life I want.