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etro style Betsey Johnson black and white ball gown. I loved it, but I felt a little out of place after I<br />
realized how conservative my poufy, below-<strong>the</strong>-knee dress looked next to <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r girls’ tighter and<br />
more revealing ensembles.<br />
When we arrived in our stretch limo to <strong>the</strong> Waldorf Astoria hotel, my heart fell into my stomach.<br />
I’d never been to an event like this in my life—let alone on <strong>the</strong> arm of <strong>the</strong> guest of honor.<br />
As we piled on each side of Hef for photographs outside <strong>the</strong> ballroom, I began shadowing <strong>the</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>r girlfriends. Terrified to make any kind of noticeable mistake, I mimicked <strong>the</strong> girls who<br />
appeared to be veterans at this point. Like <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r six, I plastered on my brightest smile and stood<br />
patiently behind Hef as he conducted one interview after <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r. I had to watch my step, though.<br />
Simply falling into place in line didn’t work for <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r girls. One girlfriend, Carolyn, shamelessly<br />
shoved me out of <strong>the</strong> way so she could stand closer to Hef. (Because we were in front of <strong>the</strong> press, all<br />
of sudden, being as close as possible to Hef was really important to all of <strong>the</strong> girls, who normally<br />
couldn’t be far<strong>the</strong>r away.)<br />
When <strong>the</strong> New York magazine reporter shoved her device under my nose, I was taken off guard. I<br />
didn’t want to seem unfriendly or rude, so I answered her questions as politely as possible and<br />
excused myself to follow <strong>the</strong> rest of <strong>the</strong> girlfriends into <strong>the</strong> ballroom.<br />
“What did that reporter ask you?” Vicky hissed as I sat down at <strong>the</strong> large banquet table closest to<br />
<strong>the</strong> stage.<br />
“She asked me if we were a harem that travels with Hef.” I let out a small laugh. To me, it was<br />
just a silly sounding question.<br />
“What did you say?” Vicky asked me, her eyes like slits.<br />
“I just sort of laughed and said, ‘Well, I guess so,’ ” I told her, a smile still stuck on my face,<br />
completely unaware that I might have done something wrong. I didn’t take <strong>the</strong> question literally. When<br />
she said “harem,” I just thought she meant an ornamental group of women, not sex slaves. I had been<br />
around only a few weeks, how was I supposed to know how to answer a question like that? I’d never<br />
spoken to a reporter in my life!<br />
“No,” Vicky spat at me, exasperated. “Don’t ever say that we sleep with him. We always tell<br />
people that only Tina does that.” I could see that I rattled her pretty hard. As Hef took his throne on<br />
stage, Vicky spent <strong>the</strong> rest of <strong>the</strong> evening ignoring me and whispering to <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r girlfriends in<br />
between venomous glances. She’d clearly misled me in <strong>the</strong> beginning; I guess I shouldn’t have been<br />
so shocked that she was trying to mislead o<strong>the</strong>rs, too. But exactly who did she think she was fooling?<br />
The irony wasn’t at all lost on me that <strong>the</strong> entirety of <strong>the</strong> evening consisted of sex jokes implying<br />
that Hef was intimate with each of <strong>the</strong> seven blondes sitting at his feet.<br />
“I’ve read just about every issue of Playboy since I was 15 years old,” began <strong>the</strong> host, Jimmy<br />
Kimmel, “And not once did I see a Playmate say that one of her turn-ons was fucking a 75-year-old<br />
man.”<br />
INSIDE THE MANSION, LIFE wasn’t at all like what I dreamed it would be. Instead of a nightly slumber<br />
party with six of your best friends, I had entered <strong>the</strong> lion’s den. It gave a whole new meaning to <strong>the</strong>