Down the Rabbit Hole - Holly Madison
trademark on GND was something she affected in order to stand out. I know I have no place to talk when it comes to annoying laughs, but with Kendra, it was clear she was just being as loud as possible in order to make sure every head in the room turned her way. “Why is Kendra laughing like that?” one of the visiting Playmates had asked me, unaccustomed to the new sound. “She’s so annoying! If no one is paying attention to her, she just screams out of the blue!” I just shrugged my shoulders, hoping it was just a passing phase. But Kendra wouldn’t shut it off until she was certain all eyes were on her. The laugh never did vanish, though. Even today she still adopts that cackle. I bet by now it’s almost natural. Almost. Eventually, these sort of exaggerated antics became her trademark. For example: flying. She claimed to be so terrified of flying that she would put on a massive show in front of Hef during takeoff that resembled a loud, prolonged, frightened orgasm. It was embarrassing to witness. And wouldn’t you know, when we were finally able to fly with Kendra on our own (read: without an audience of men for her to perform for), she was remarkably calm during the entire flight. Kendra had been living at the mansion for close to a year when my patience finally started to wear. We were all out at the nightclub of the moment in Hollywood with some potential Playmates. Bridget and I flanked Hef in a corner booth while the other girls danced and partied around us. Always trying my best to be as attentive as possible, I remained seated next to Hef the whole night, drinking and watching the clock. Immediately, Kendra hoisted herself to the top of the banquette. Surrounded by the Playmate posse (all of whom were her BFFs on this particular evening), Kendra put on a show dancing as provocatively and wildly as she could until she was certain every set of eyes in the nightclub were focused squarely on her. In all of her theatrics, Kendra didn’t notice the large candles near her feet. One minute she was shaking her ass and the next a cascade of hot wax was scorching down my leg. I jumped to my feet and began swiping at my thigh. Kendra took a brief moment to take in the situation before turning her attention back to the other Playmates and letting out a long, loud laugh, not even taking a moment to apologize. Hef was oblivious to what had just happened—recognizing that something was wrong only when I stood up and started peeling the wax off my leg. He finally asked what had happened. “Kendra dumped hot wax all over my leg,” I said angrily. “She knocked that candle over while she was dancing, looked right at me, and didn’t even apologize.” “I’m sure she didn’t mean it,” Hef said, ignoring how upset I was and turning his head back towards the crowd dancing in front of us. He decided it was time to leave a few minutes later. Thank God, I thought. I just wanted this night to be over so I could forget about this latest humiliation, just as I had tried to forget all the others I had experienced since joining the mansion fold. As we navigated our way through the sea of gawkers, we were stuck in an absolute traffic jam. Picture Hugh Hefner, roughly 10 girls, and a handful of security guards trying to push their way through this dark, tiny, crowded nightclub. It was a nightmare. Not only was I angry and irritated, but my skin was still burning from where the wax had landed. Kendra was bouncing along behind me, laughing and dancing with the other Playmates as we
made our way to the door. She must have sensed my irritation (how could she not?) but still said nothing. Instead, as soon as our group stalled, she threw up her hands and screamed at me: “Move, bitch! Get out tha’ way!” I whipped my head back around and screamed right back. “Shut up!” I yelled in her face. “You spilled hot wax on me, don’t say anything, and then call me a bitch? FUCK YOU!” Kendra’s smiled faded and the Playmates got quiet. I never lost my cool like that, so everyone knew I was seriously pissed. “What?” she said, her eyes like saucers and looking from side to side at the other girls, grasping for some kind of support. “It’s a song.” It hurt enough to have to be constantly humiliated by Hef, but now I had to take it from a 19-yearold bimbo who I had been nothing but welcoming to? I was losing my patience. When we finally made our way to the door, I turned to Hef. “She’s totally inconsiderate,” I grumbled. “How could she not even say she was sorry?” I took my seat in the back of the limo, and much to my surprise, Hef finally opened his mouth. “You know, Kendra, you really should apologize to Holly,” he said, in a sort of fatherly, condescending tone. That’s when the train went off the tracks. Kendra burst into tears—a hyperventilating, sobbing mess of tears. “You guys are my family,” she wailed, reaching for the bottle of vodka from the limo bar. “I’d stick up for any of you guys no matter what!” She pulled off the cap and started downing the vodka. The entire limo fell silent. In between swigs, she cried and blurted out some mumbo jumbo through sobs that no one really understood. One of the girls tried to calm her down, but Kendra was either too drunk or too crazy to control herself. Hef, Bridget, and I fell silent before telling her that we would be there for her, too. The whole display was shocking and kind of sad. It simply wasn’t normal. It seemed as if Kendra, finally finding herself on Hef’s bad side, broke down and retreated into a drunken fit. Like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum, she guzzled down the vodka in hopes that Hef would feel that urge to rescue her or care for her. It was both manipulative and incredibly sad. From that night forward, I was always a bit more cautious with Kendra. A woman who allows herself to enter into a situation like the one we were in must struggle with personal demons—I know I did. Kendra was harmless, sort of like an annoying kid sister. Our relationship would have its ups and downs over the next few years, but I learned to pick my battles and appreciate that she was just as damaged as the rest of us. She just had a different way of showing it. There wouldn’t be time to focus on such things moving forward. Our lives were about to change and the three of us would be further united on a brand-new project—like it or not.
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made our way to <strong>the</strong> door. She must have sensed my irritation (how could she not?) but still said<br />
nothing. Instead, as soon as our group stalled, she threw up her hands and screamed at me: “Move,<br />
bitch! Get out tha’ way!”<br />
I whipped my head back around and screamed right back. “Shut up!” I yelled in her face. “You<br />
spilled hot wax on me, don’t say anything, and <strong>the</strong>n call me a bitch? FUCK YOU!”<br />
Kendra’s smiled faded and <strong>the</strong> Playmates got quiet. I never lost my cool like that, so everyone<br />
knew I was seriously pissed.<br />
“What?” she said, her eyes like saucers and looking from side to side at <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r girls, grasping<br />
for some kind of support. “It’s a song.”<br />
It hurt enough to have to be constantly humiliated by Hef, but now I had to take it from a 19-yearold<br />
bimbo who I had been nothing but welcoming to? I was losing my patience. When we finally<br />
made our way to <strong>the</strong> door, I turned to Hef.<br />
“She’s totally inconsiderate,” I grumbled. “How could she not even say she was sorry?”<br />
I took my seat in <strong>the</strong> back of <strong>the</strong> limo, and much to my surprise, Hef finally opened his mouth.<br />
“You know, Kendra, you really should apologize to <strong>Holly</strong>,” he said, in a sort of fa<strong>the</strong>rly,<br />
condescending tone.<br />
That’s when <strong>the</strong> train went off <strong>the</strong> tracks.<br />
Kendra burst into tears—a hyperventilating, sobbing mess of tears.<br />
“You guys are my family,” she wailed, reaching for <strong>the</strong> bottle of vodka from <strong>the</strong> limo bar. “I’d<br />
stick up for any of you guys no matter what!”<br />
She pulled off <strong>the</strong> cap and started downing <strong>the</strong> vodka. The entire limo fell silent. In between<br />
swigs, she cried and blurted out some mumbo jumbo through sobs that no one really understood.<br />
One of <strong>the</strong> girls tried to calm her down, but Kendra was ei<strong>the</strong>r too drunk or too crazy to control<br />
herself. Hef, Bridget, and I fell silent before telling her that we would be <strong>the</strong>re for her, too. The<br />
whole display was shocking and kind of sad.<br />
It simply wasn’t normal. It seemed as if Kendra, finally finding herself on Hef’s bad side, broke<br />
down and retreated into a drunken fit. Like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum, she guzzled down <strong>the</strong><br />
vodka in hopes that Hef would feel that urge to rescue her or care for her. It was both manipulative<br />
and incredibly sad. From that night forward, I was always a bit more cautious with Kendra. A woman<br />
who allows herself to enter into a situation like <strong>the</strong> one we were in must struggle with personal<br />
demons—I know I did. Kendra was harmless, sort of like an annoying kid sister. Our relationship<br />
would have its ups and downs over <strong>the</strong> next few years, but I learned to pick my battles and appreciate<br />
that she was just as damaged as <strong>the</strong> rest of us. She just had a different way of showing it.<br />
There wouldn’t be time to focus on such things moving forward. Our lives were about to change<br />
and <strong>the</strong> three of us would be fur<strong>the</strong>r united on a brand-new project—like it or not.