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I laughed nervously—unsure of what to say. I was proud of myself for saying no; it was <strong>the</strong> right<br />
decision. I still felt in control of <strong>the</strong> situation and was prepared to tackle whatever came my way with<br />
sober eyes.<br />
Today, I want to scream “PAUSE!” and freeze frame that moment of my life back in late August<br />
2001. I want to grab that young girl, shake her back into reality, and scream, “What <strong>the</strong> hell are you<br />
thinking?”<br />
Hef was a notoriously lecherous 70-something old man offering me Quaaludes that he referred to<br />
as “thigh openers.” Are you kidding me? Why didn’t I run for <strong>the</strong> nearest exit? It doesn’t get much<br />
creepier than that.<br />
But I suppose I had already made up my mind at that point. Looking back, I can’t imagine what I<br />
was thinking, but I’m also so far removed from what I was feeling back <strong>the</strong>n. I was about to be<br />
homeless. I had no place to go and was panicking over what to do next when this opportunity with<br />
Hef just sort of fell into my lap. If I became a girlfriend, I would have somewhere to live. If I became<br />
part of Playboy’s inner circle, perhaps that could even help my career. It felt as if my stars were<br />
starting to align. I decided to take <strong>the</strong> chance and see what this strange, legendary world was all<br />
about. For as long as I could remember, I had been searching for a great adventure, and this was<br />
already <strong>the</strong> craziest night I’d ever experienced. Like watching a bizarre old movie, I was utterly<br />
transfixed by this strange universe.<br />
Despite my initial intention to keep a clear head, I foolishly proceeded to get really, really drunk<br />
without even meaning to. I can’t even begin to tell you how much vodka and champagne I consumed—<br />
aided by <strong>the</strong> helpful hands of <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r girls, who were all too eager to continue plying me with<br />
drinks. While I patted myself on <strong>the</strong> back for turning down <strong>the</strong> pills, by <strong>the</strong> time we left <strong>the</strong> club, I<br />
couldn’t have been any more incoherent.<br />
On <strong>the</strong> limo ride back to <strong>the</strong> mansion, Candice leaned over and whispered to me that all of <strong>the</strong><br />
girls, myself included, were expected to join Hef in his bedroom. She had a small smile on her face<br />
as she watched me absorb this news, which I immediately registered as odd . . . almost as if she<br />
relished my shock. For <strong>the</strong> better part of <strong>the</strong> year, <strong>the</strong> girlfriends went out of <strong>the</strong>ir way to convince me<br />
that no one was actually intimate with Hef. Was Candice just trying to scare me off?<br />
I wasn’t an idiot. Despite <strong>the</strong>ir staunch denials, it was still a widely accepted public <strong>the</strong>ory that<br />
Hef slept with all of his girlfriends. But when I asked <strong>the</strong>m about it directly, <strong>the</strong>y were incredibly<br />
convincing, acting almost appalled by <strong>the</strong> idea. This important factor was <strong>the</strong> touchstone of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
entire sales pitch, and <strong>the</strong> fact that sex would actually be required wasn’t exactly something I had<br />
prepared myself for—especially for my first night out. But at that point, I felt like it was my only<br />
option.<br />
Maybe it wasn’t that torturous, I thought. Why else would all <strong>the</strong>se pretty young girls be<br />
jumping through hoops to be girlfriends? I could just see what it’s all about. If it’s that bad, I’ll<br />
leave.<br />
What happened next is all sort of a haze. With roughly a third of a bottle of vodka sloshing<br />
around my stomach, I stumbled up <strong>the</strong> mansion’s grand staircase and was ushered by <strong>the</strong> girls towards<br />
Hugh Hefner’s bedroom suite. Tina brought me into <strong>the</strong> back door of <strong>the</strong> bedroom, which led into <strong>the</strong>