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Fantasy Female: The Real Life of Victoria King
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Finally, Ava wore Victoria down. “I think it was about six months, and out of pure desperation and her bugging me, I finally said, ‘OK, just let me look at it.’ So I drove to her place in L.A., sat in on a session. The first session I ever witnessed was a cross-dresser, one of her regular clients.

“After the first fifteen minutes I knew right away that this is insanely easy— what was I thinking? This is nothing! The guy that walked in was extremely professional—a big-time banker in a business suit, and in ten minutes we had him transformed, and he was so much fun, and my sister and I were laughing together. In forty-five minutes we both had three hundred and fifty dollars in our hands!”

While the experience of dominating alongside her sister helped to encourage Victoria to consider working as a dominatrix, this did not quell her personal anxieties about the profession. “I would think: ‘God! Am I going to be punished for this later on?’” Her misgivings about the profession were not quickly forgotten. It has taken years of experience and the relationships she’s built with her clients to calm her spiritual concerns. “I came to understand that these people who come to see me are totally normal… these people, their sexuality and their desires for seeking out this and that are so part of the normal psyche, so part of the normal human development— there’s nothing wrong with it. God gave them this part of their life.”

Shortly after her first experience with domination, Victoria began seeing clients privately in her home. To start her off on her career, little sister Ava had a present: "I still have the original paddle that she gave me."

Ava helped Victoria put her first advertisement together and gave her a toolbox containing various domination instruments and some wigs and clothing for cross-dressers. Victoria describes the first few sessions as incredibly nerve-wracking, and she talks about that time with a tone of voice that seems to say: “What was I thinking?”

“I was really nervous [having] my first person by myself, and I would call [my sister] all the time up until he knocked on the door. ‘What do I do now? What do I do then?’… so it was really just flying by the seat of my pants.”

Still, Ava was around for support, especially when it came to safety precautions. “I would call her the moment my guy showed up, and I’d say to call me back in an hour, and if I didn’t call back in an hour, something was wrong. That was our safety check, and of course I had enough information written down about him. I was paranoid enough to take down his license plate number and leave it somewhere discreetly in the house. We did that for probably a month until I felt really better—but women’s intuition for safety, there’s nothing better than that.”

Even with Ava’s help, Victoria knew she wasn’t going to feel safe until she amassed a group of regular clients. “For people who are starting in this business, you’re in a risky period for about a year until you have your own clientele established and you have your own people.”

While Victoria says that weirdoes are few and far between, she has found herself in number of unusual, even dangerous situations. The first incident she mentions is the time she had a stalker. “It turns out this particular person is really well known throughout all of Southern California. He’s stalked other ‘doms’—everybody knows about him now. I had to get a restraining order — I was so freaked out.”

Victoria took the situation with her stalker more seriously once the local police department sent officers to her studio. “He told the police that I was doing drugs, that I was injecting my clients with drugs, that I was filming pornographic material… he told them I was having sex with them! The minute they pounded on my door I already sensed it was him that was giving me trouble, so I invited them in and they wanted to look at my place, and I let them look and ended up being pretty good friends with them. They throw their sergeant in every now and then and say, ‘C’mon, do something to the sarge!’”

After the police were satisfied that none of the allegations brought against Victoria were true, those same police officers helped Victoria out with a restraining order against her stalker. Victoria thinks the submissive who was stalking her was driven to take ruthless measures because he wanted to have a romantic relationship with her. When he became too clingy, Victoria stopped seeing him. Interestingly enough, the kind of profession her stalker was in seems ideal for someone with such a persistent personality. He was a car salesman, and, Victoria adds, “a complete asshole.”

The second run-in Victoria had with the law came when a new client contacted her. This was also during Victoria’s beginning years, so she agreed to meet him even though he came to her without a referral. When the client finally arrived, he spent a good deal of time looking around her studio. When she asked what he was doing, he simply responded that he wanted to “look around.” For Victoria, the man’s suspicious behavior was the first red flag. When she responded by asking him what he was looking for, the man said: “I have to make sure there’s no guns or drugs in the house.” Second red flag. The man scheduled an appointment with Victoria for the following day. Victoria politely saw him to the door, knowing she would never let this man into her studio again. Some time went by before Victoria was contacted again by the local police department. While Victoria was suspicious of why these men were interested in talking with her after already having seen her workspace, the PD promised that they weren’t the ones who wanted to talk to her. It was Los Angeles County Homicide.

Still wary of a set-up, Victoria reported to the police station. Outside she saw a van painted with “L.A. County Homicide.” She went into a room with a one-way mirror, and sat as a homicide detective asked her some questions about a man they had been tailing who had been seen coming and going from her studio – the same one that had aroused her suspicions. The man was eventually convicted of a double homicide and sentenced to life in prison.

Woman’s intuition.

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