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First published June 21, 2010
I was eighteen years old and lived in San Diego. Who did I know in LA?
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hello, is this Kendra?”
“Who is this?”
“This is Hugh Hefner.”
“Year, right,” I said, thinking it was a prank call. “Shut the fuck up.”
It wasn’t a prank.
“I look forward to seeing you at my birthday,” he said. “Also, I’d like you to consider being my girlfriend.”
-pg 7, Sliding Into Home
And then a new girl entered the group. Her name was Kendra, and she was one of the naked painted girls at Hef’s birthday party in April 2004. Her job was to hand out Jell-O shots to all the guests, but Kendra stood firmly in front of our table all night to be sure that Hef saw her. He did. He invited he out with us, and strangely enough, Holly and Bridget took her under their wing. We [the other Girlfriends] understood what they were up to, but we were too disinterested to do anything about it. We knew Kendra was really just like us; I saw her doing her booty dance at the clubs, looking around for boys, and flirting with the security guys. I knew she wanted to be a Girlfriend and it was in her interest to befriend Holly and Bridget, but I realized the limits of that friendship. I knew as soon as we were gone, they would turn against her because she was younger, more attractive, and had an outgoing personality. I couldn’t figure out why Kendra, at eighteen, would want to live at the Mansion.
[SNIP]
But the butlers told us that Kendra was a stripper from San Diego, and thought that moving into the Mansion was the best thing she could do in her life to that point.
-St. James, Bunny Tales, p231
Each girl road Hef for about a minute or so and then hopped off and did her own thing – some fooled around with the other girls, while others just sort of sat to the side and watched. I studied their every move. It was my turn. I had been taking notes inside my head, so I knew about a minute was all I needed to put in. Counting the time in my head, I had sex with Hef for the first time. At about the minute mark, I pulled away and it was done. It was like a job. Clock in, clock out. Or in this case, cock in, cock out.
-pg 117
I wasn't thinking about how much older Hef was – all the parts were at the scene, even at his age; at the end of the day a body is the body. Plus, he was a successful, powerful, charming man, and those qualities pulled me right in. But it was still very weird.
-pg 118, Sliding Into Home
But since I was usually very, very drunk during those evenings, I tended not to care so much until the next day. I had to be very drunk or smoke lots of weed to survive those nights - there was no way around it.
I would spend the Sunday after club night hungover, and by Monday I would be recovered enough to get back to sitting on my ass. The rest of the week would be ok, but the cycle was taking its toll on me and getting boring. I had to get out.
-pg 139-140, Sliding Into Home
Sticking close to Natalie, I saw there were a bunch of girls in the bathtub. Natalie jumped in. I took off the panties that I had just borrowed and hopped in, too. I thought it whatever the other girls were doing, and I said nothing.
Eventually everyone got out of the tub and climbed onto Hef’s bed, where he was lying on his back waiting. There were about seven other girls with me, and we were all naked.
...
Holly got things started by getting Hef going, um, orally. Meanwhile, some of the other girls were slapping ass, getting all kinky, and yelling out all sorts of crazy things.
...
One by one, each girl hopped on Hef and had sex with him.
-pg 116-117, Sliding Into Home
Even though we’d banded together to preserve our privacy, I still wasn’t that close with them then, and by that point they were the best of friends. Since I wasn’t fitting in to their little group, they thought the show might be better with another girl instead of with me. So Holly and Bridget went to Mary and told her that I was dating another guy behinds Hef’s back.
-pg 146, Sliding Into Home
Even though we’d banded together to preserve our privacy, I still wasn’t that close with them then, and by that point they were the best of friends. Since I wasn’t fitting in to their little group, they thought the show might be better with another girl instead of with me. So Holly and Bridget went to Mary and told her that I was dating another guy behinds Hef’s back.
-pg 146, Sliding Into Home
Something wild always happened on those flights, and it seemed to bring Holly, Bridget, and me together. We became a team because even though we weren’t best friends, we knew and understood one another, and we needed ne another during those times.
-pg 157, Sliding Into Home
The show tried to hype up some sort of jealously among us and imply that Holly was protective of Hef and didn’t like when Bridget or I got any attention, but I think that was more television than reality. About two and half years after I moved in, our nights with Hef came to an end. I don’t know if it was Holly’s influence or if Hef lost interest or what, but one night after a party he went upstairs without us.
...
From that point on, Holly had Hef all to herself. If there was any weird tension before, it was gone now. The end of those evenings probably helped us become stronger as a group.
-pg158, Sliding Into Home
When she was with Hef she was very by-the-book. Everything she did was so carefully thought out, and she always followed every rule. You can’t live your life like that. Some rules are meant to be broken, it’s the only way to stay sane. But she was always Hef’s number one, and she wanted to make sure everyone knew it, so she always did whatever she had to do to live up to that status. She was like the First Lady. I don’t know why it was so important to her to uphold that position, but she genuinely loved Hef and I think she needed people to know that, so she acted like a model girlfriend.
...
The downside was that at one point Holly really thought that she was going to spend the rest of her life with Hef, and he loved her, too, so it was a tough breakup for both of them.
When Hef didn’t give her the relationship she wanted, she got really depressed. She was devoted to Hef and she cared a lot about Playboy as a whole. She was a total go-getter in life, especially with Hef. She had his heart; she knew what she wanted from him, and she usually got it.
But in the end it became apparent that it wasn’t going to last, so she moved on.
-pg208, Sliding Into Home
Citation
St. James, Izabella. Bunny Tales. Philadelphia: Running Press, 2006.