Sweetly innocent looking with a smokin’ hot body to match.

Gender: female

Age: 28

Height: 5’4″

Hair: Brown

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Orientation: Straight

Language: English

Nationality: United States

Weight: 130 lbs

Measurements: 98-62-92


Of growing up in a strict household, Katrina definitely has some opinions. “I think it’s natural for parents to want to shelter their children,” she says. “They want to keep them safe from all the dangers in the world, sure, and there isn’t a parent in the world who doesn’t feel that way as long as that parent loves his or her children. But in a strict household like mine, something else is at work. It’s the desire to shield children, not just from things that are dangerous, but from things that are naughty. Things that are sexy and flirty. When we suppress our sexuality like that, it has consequences.”

When pressed for an explanation of what those “consequences” might be, Katrina has more to say. “Look, think of the dirtiest, filthiest girl you can think of,” she says, laughing. “Someone who you met in your life, who shocked you with how sexy she was. Somebody who was truly wild. Now ask yourself if she came from a strict home or a loose one. I think you can draw your own conclusions. Why is a grown woman dressing up like a schoolgirl in a tight white shirt and a tiny plaid skirt such a turn on for so many men? Remember when Britney Spears first hit the scene and blew everybody’s mind dressing like that, with her incredibly sexy, sultry voice and her slamming hot body? She was like this collective fantasy who had suddenly become real. She was tapping into that same idea, that the more repressed and uptight you are early in life, the greater the chance you’ll have some kind of rebellion.”

Katrina is frank about her own rebellion. “Obviously,” she admits, “when I finally decided to become a wild child, it was in reaction to being told what to do when I was little. I wasn’t going to have that. I wasn’t going to let anyone control me. That’s kind of ironic when you consider the job I do and the fact that I love my work. I volunteer now to have other people tell me what they like and what they want, and I make a living fulfilling people’s fantasies. But I do that because I want to. Nobody’s forcing me. Nobody’s trying to control me. And I’ll tell you, nobody ever will.”

Pressed for details on her own wild child phase, Katrina blushes and smiles. “Look at me,” she says. “I bloomed early. A body like this makes an impression. It can even be something like a hassle if you aren’t careful, or you don’t enjoy partying. But I do like to party. I like to get down. I like to be me. And I love how I look, especially when I dress sexy to go out for a night on the town, or when I doll myself up for a super smoking hot night at home. When I’m sitting there looking at myself in the mirror, I’m applying my war paint. I’m going in there to conquer my date. And sometimes, conquering him looks a lot like being conquered. And I’m not saying I don’t like it when my defenses come down. I like to get to know a man. I like to have him want to get to know me. I like when he looks deep into my eyes and I can feel his burning desire. That’s power. That’s love. That’s sex. That’s freedom. It’s everything to me.”

If you want to go out dancing and having a great time until dawn and past that, you can do that. That’s Vegas. It’s the ultimate party town. And there’s always somewhere to dance. Always. It doesn’t matter if it’s four in the afternoon or four in the morning. I like dancing so much that it makes me happy to know that the urge to dance can hit me any time, any place, and I’ll be able to scratch that itch. I like to go to a dance club by myself and see just what sort of man I can leave that club with. I like to know that while I’m moving my body out on that floor, we can make eye contact and sort of feel each other out from across the room. I can hypnotize a man with my eyes. I can fix him with that bedroom look and tell him everything I want him to know about me without ever saying a word. Then, when he finally gets up the courage to ask, we can see where we’re taking this.”

Katrina is also very honest about how it makes her feel when she explores her body on the dance floor, or anywhere else in public. “I enjoy having a man’s eyes on me,” she admits. “When I’ve got the attention of a man or, even better, a bunch of men, I just can’t help but play up to that. Maybe that’s a kind of exhibitionism on my part, but I think there’s a little exhibitionist in all of us. And I think you have to want to show off to do this job. When you’re a beautiful, professional escort, you walk into a room with a man on your arm and all eyes should fall on you. That attention is on you whether you want it to be or not, so to do your job well, you had better enjoy it. I can’t imagine not finding it a turn on. I just love making every man I see want to focus on me, want to get close to me. His desire helps fuel me. It makes me excited and makes me feel like everything I do is worthwhile. This is one of the reasons I’m so good at my job.”

“They call me Hurricane Katrina,” she says. “I can kick up a storm when I really get going. Women are jealous of me. Men want me. I can strike fire in every man’s heart if I try. I can seduce a man from across the room with a smoky look and a shake of my hips. Every man is worth my time, too. I love being able to get close to my clients, and getting to know them always makes me smile. This is what it looks like to truly enjoy your work. I was made for being an escort.”