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phrase “keep your enemies close” and made a sorority house look like Bible study.<br />
By <strong>the</strong> time I had arrived, fewer and fewer opportunities were being offered to girlfriends to<br />
appear in <strong>the</strong> magazine—which meant <strong>the</strong> pack was getting restless. Over <strong>the</strong> years, Hef had become<br />
wiser to <strong>the</strong> girls’ true motivations. After achieving Playmate status, <strong>the</strong>y no longer found it necessary<br />
to stay at <strong>the</strong> mansion—or with Hef.<br />
The truly gilded age of Playboy had long since passed and our nightly rituals felt more Golden<br />
Girls than Playboy Club. Girls stuck around on <strong>the</strong> off chance that <strong>the</strong>y’d one day become a Playmate<br />
(or until a better option came along), and Hef knew it. He decided he wasn’t going to make any more<br />
of his girlfriends Playmates, but he never told that to anyone. He dangled <strong>the</strong> possibility of Playmatehood<br />
in order to keep <strong>the</strong> girls interested. The more aggressive girlfriends would take whatever<br />
measures necessary to secure a centerfold, even ruthlessly throwing ano<strong>the</strong>r girl under <strong>the</strong> bus if that<br />
meant she would gain favor with him.<br />
As always, Vicky was eager to bring as many girls up into <strong>the</strong> bedroom as possible. I could<br />
guess her reasoning: <strong>the</strong> more options Hef had, <strong>the</strong> less likely she’d be called to duty. It seemed to me<br />
that she made it her mission to lure every new Playmate up to <strong>the</strong> bedroom to pay <strong>the</strong>ir dues. In those<br />
first few years, I would say <strong>the</strong> majority of <strong>the</strong> Playmates eventually selected had found <strong>the</strong>ir way into<br />
Hef’s bedroom. I guess Vicky figured that if she had to sleep with Hef, <strong>the</strong>y all should have to sleep<br />
with him.<br />
I was too naïve to realize it at <strong>the</strong> time, but Hef was <strong>the</strong> catalyst for all <strong>the</strong> drama I was to<br />
experience at <strong>the</strong> mansion. He recognized that some of <strong>the</strong> girls were warming up to me and began<br />
using my perfect attendance as one of his many tools to manipulate and control his wild pack. Pitting<br />
<strong>the</strong> girlfriends against one ano<strong>the</strong>r created an aggressive, competitive atmosphere where he alone<br />
benefited. During one of my first nights at <strong>the</strong> mansion, <strong>the</strong> girlfriends had banded toge<strong>the</strong>r on a Friday<br />
evening and told Hef <strong>the</strong>y didn’t feel like going out that night. I was <strong>the</strong> newest member of <strong>the</strong> crew,<br />
so I just sat <strong>the</strong>re, observing <strong>the</strong> confrontation.<br />
“So . . . what do I say to my Party Posse?” he said, throwing up his hands and wearing <strong>the</strong> most<br />
disappointed look ever on his face.<br />
“Sorry, Hef,” Lisa said. “We’ll go out next week.”<br />
Needless to say, Hef decided <strong>the</strong>n and <strong>the</strong>re that <strong>the</strong> girlfriends’ days of being chummy were<br />
over. After all, he couldn’t be outnumbered, could he?<br />
It was in his best interest to have us wallowing in our own insecurities and pawing for his<br />
acceptance. Girlfriends that didn’t get along gave him <strong>the</strong> feeling of being fought over—and being<br />
fought over made him feel desired, something he was desperate to feel in his old age. A stable<br />
environment among <strong>the</strong> girlfriends wasn’t much fun for him, so he began using me as a means to<br />
reprimand <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
“Why can’t you just be a good girl like <strong>Holly</strong>?” Hef bemoaned to a girlfriend who wanted a<br />
curfew extension, knowing full well that his small remark would pin a bull’s-eye on my back for<br />
weeks. They began resenting me for <strong>the</strong> very reason <strong>the</strong>y initially accepted me.<br />
A few weeks into my residency, it was obvious that Vicky was regretting <strong>the</strong> role she played in<br />
recruiting me into <strong>the</strong> fold. Initially, Vicky must have thought that she could use what little