About a month later, I was invited to the Las Vegas golf finals were I did the same thing but got to bring Bruce along and he got to go to the VIP party at one of the big Vegas hotels.
I worked the golf course during the day making all the guys have a terrific time and feel like they were at home. On the Vegas day, they flew in Playmates on a special helicopter for the grand entrance. It was big excitement for all the golfers for them to see the helicopter land and the girls get out in their cute outfits. I had been around the Triplets and they were very professional and not power hungry (even if one of them had been a little temperamental at the other event). The new groups of Playmates at the Vegas party were
completely different.
Prior to the tournament starting, we were all sitting in the clubhouse, and one Playmate said to the other Playmate, “I don’t fucking get paid enough to have to be nice.” They had not let me join in for the conversation, and I was basically sitting alone at a table nearby. Kind of like the girl that wanted to be part of the in crowd, but I knew it wasn’t going to happen. They continued to bash the golfers that were there and talk about if they weren’t paid so much to show up that they sure wouldn’t give any of them the time of day. I decided to pull my secret weapon out of my bag—my beautiful puppy dog. Yes, as magically as I figured, all the girls went crazy and Miriam Gonzales immediately snatched up the puppy and brought her back to the table and sat around talking to the other girls. I sat there back at my table alone as they all petted my dog.
Holdem was looking over at me as if to say, save me. Instead I just kind of laughed inside that they would have the guts to take my dog completely and still not engage in any conversation with me. Wanting to be the liked girl, I left poor Holdem over there with them tugging on her ears and petting her excitedly. Finally it was time to go and I was given the dog back. I put her back in her carrying bag and headed to the course.
Because the girls were not so nice, Karen and I both didn’t have a lot of energy this time to help out.
Not like when we were in Arizona. We were quickly put in our places, and so we followed suit by not doing a damn thing. We decided not to even go to the course the following day because we had experienced no fun or pleasure the day before. We did however show up to both parties after the golf event. We were not ones to miss a good free-drink party. Anyhow we were not trying to kiss ass to the Playmates. We were trying to make sure that the golfers were having a great time. We took pictures with all of them and had a great time making sure they had a good time.
The award ceremony was much different then the award ceremony in Arizona. We didn’t mind so much. We just sat back and watched and had a good time. We were building a rapport with the Playmates just because they had seen us at all the parties at the mansion and the playboy golf parties, but they still considered us not good enough to be on their level.
I figured they probably all had to have sex with Hef for months upon months and I would want some kind of status, too, my God, if I had to denigrate myself like that. I am being absolutely serious and not undercutting these girls a bit, but I figured they did earn it. I really didn’t care that much.
It was actually nice to see them not on the pages and in person because they looked just like many girls, and I think if girls saw them not all done up they would put a lot less pressure on themselves. A few of them, such as the Miriam, were at least forty pounds over weight. I was surprised and thought that was kind of cool that they didn’t get rid of Playmates just because they were not keeping up their appearance.
196 I am the same way. People ask me, “Is that you?” when I give them an autographed 8 x 10. I feel like saying, “Oh no. I just stole these from another blonde girl and I am forging her signature.” You can’t look like you jumped off the page of a magazine because it has so much to do with lighting, makeup, airbrush and more. In so many ways, it isn’t reality. Of all people, I know this for a fact because I have personally partied with dozens and dozens of Playmates and only a few were ones that were really amazingly beautiful.
The second party was wonderful except one of Playboy’s top executives was pressuring Karen just a little too heavily. I am talking about sexual advances. She was a great tease and made men feel that they were going to get sex, but when it came right down to it she was happy with who she was with. She was the best player in the game. These guys were most often married men who seemed to get off on flirting with a Playboy bunny. Her best line would be to tell everyone that she wanted something from them, that she was just miserable at home. This gave her the perfect opportunity to make sure the guys never called her at home or pressed her to go out.
I have to admire her she was the best at the game, and she got more gifts then any girl I can imagine. I didn’t feel bad for the men because frankly, they were playing her a lot more than she was playing them. She was fully committed and living with her boyfriend who bought her everything and paid for everything and even bought her a brand-new Porsche two years in a row. She was not the kind of girl who went out with poor guys.
The guy that she had dated before had given her a Ferrari or Lamborghini. She ultimately gave it back when they broke up, but she told me stories of this old boyfriend owning more then a dozen cars and he was a true playboy. She showed me an article about him in some magazine, and it was intriguing to hear her talk about him. They were still good friends, and she ultimately got him to let Playboy use his boat in one of the cities for the Playboy Golf Party, which ultimately got her in good with the owners of this event. Karen had the looks of Carmen Electra and the body! She not only had the brains she was a shrewd businesswoman.
She had, however, gotten in over her head this evening. Too many emails to this high-ranking Playboy executive, and he was putting the fire to her feet. She had no intentions of being with him and begged me to help her get out of the mess she was ultimately in.
As the night wore on, I told Bruce we were going to need to leave and told him the situation. I said I am going to act all sick and stuff and make Karen take me back to the hotel. Just lag behind a little so it won’t look like you could take me home because she needs to have a great excuse to get out of this. I pretended to become very sick and wandered over to her where she had been forced to sit. Pulling all my actress moves on, I began to tell her I thought I was going to be sick and that I couldn’t make it back to my hotel. She walked me out, and Bruce caught up with us at the front near the valet. It almost didn’t work because the guy said you can just lie down in my room. Gosh I hadn’t thought of that comment. I just flat out said I just wouldn’t feel comfortable, and he stopped pressing. He started saying, “Karen come back to the party once you get her to her hotel. “ We had both dodged a bullet because she was my friend and I felt for her.
Stephanie Heinrich, Jill Ann and Miriam Gonzales
Teri Harrison and Jill Ann. My favorite Playmate of all times.
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