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achieved two goals at once: not only would she most likely avoid having to have sex with Hef, but<br />
she’d also earn his favor by bringing around pretty new young things for his enjoyment. Of course at<br />
<strong>the</strong> time, I knew none of this. Despite <strong>the</strong> bimbo label often placed on Hef’s harem, some of <strong>the</strong>se<br />
girls were quite savvy. Girlfriend politics was serious business: ruthless, calculated, and complex.<br />
On that particular night, Candice and I were <strong>the</strong> newest victims—and it definitely felt to me that our<br />
new “friend” pushed us into <strong>the</strong> action.<br />
“Heeeef . . . don’t you want to be with <strong>the</strong> new girl?” Vicky screamed over <strong>the</strong> loud music as she<br />
reached over and pushed him towards me.<br />
Much to my surprise, my turn was over just as quickly as it started. By <strong>the</strong> time I was able to<br />
wrap my head around what was happening, Hef had already moved on to Candice, <strong>the</strong>n to a few of his<br />
actual girlfriends before finishing off by himself, as he always did. I have never had a more<br />
disconnected experience. There was zero intimacy involved. No kissing, nothing. It was so brief that I<br />
can’t even recall what it felt like beyond having a heavy body on top of mine.<br />
Even though it was just a few short minutes of my life, I had never taken intimate experiences<br />
lightly, so it weighed heavily on me. I was disappointed in myself that it had come to this. Even in my<br />
drunken haze, I knew that it was a big decision I would have to live with.<br />
Some of <strong>the</strong> girls leaned over and quickly pecked Hef on <strong>the</strong> cheek—in <strong>the</strong> same unattached<br />
manner that most would probably kiss <strong>the</strong>ir grandfa<strong>the</strong>r. The girls began filing out of <strong>the</strong> room,<br />
offering Hef a few candy-coated “good nights.” Quickly, I pulled on my pajamas and followed Vicky<br />
down <strong>the</strong> hall and into her bedroom. I was so wasted that I forgot to grab my club clo<strong>the</strong>s and purse—<br />
which were strewn about somewhere on <strong>the</strong> floor of <strong>the</strong> master suite. Vicky ordered cheeseburgers<br />
and fries to <strong>the</strong> room as if it were any o<strong>the</strong>r night, but I passed out before <strong>the</strong> food even arrived.<br />
Over <strong>the</strong> years, I would see so many girls come and go through that cavernous master bedroom. I<br />
never encouraged anyone to come up <strong>the</strong>re and was often downright cold to some of <strong>the</strong> girls Hef<br />
would invite out with us. It wasn’t because I felt threatened or even due to my own embarrassment,<br />
but mostly because I didn’t want to do to those girls what Vicky had done to me. I had hoped my hard<br />
exterior would dissuade <strong>the</strong>m from making my same mistakes. Vicky had tried to act all buddy-buddy,<br />
like we were just friends having fun toge<strong>the</strong>r, like she wanted me to be a part of her club, but I had<br />
been used: plain and simple. Unfortunately, it took me a while to realize that. At <strong>the</strong> time, I wanted to<br />
believe that Vicky actually liked me, and only pushed Hef towards me because she wanted me to<br />
become a girlfriend. Like I said in <strong>the</strong> beginning, I was naïve.<br />
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, I woke up feeling terrible—and it wasn’t just <strong>the</strong> hangover. Vicky escorted<br />
me back to <strong>the</strong> master bedroom to help me look for my clo<strong>the</strong>s and purse. And just as if it were any<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r morning, she gave me a friendly hug good-bye.<br />
But I couldn’t just leave. I had to find Hef.<br />
After asking one of <strong>the</strong> butlers where he might be, I finally found him in <strong>the</strong> library busying<br />
himself with notes for that Friday night’s mansion movie screening (before each movie he always<br />
prepared a sort of speech).