was 'on his arm' for the evening that he was mine, but at other times he was someone else's.
The stars liked their parties because no one gawked at them like fans did in public places. Everyone was more equal and they could enjoy being normal like other people when they were at ease with peers. Hefner's parties were a place where many stars gathered and shared, a playground for the stars and their playmates. It seemed people floated in and out of Hefner's parties and there were times when there were not very many people. From what I saw people didn't necessarily come there to group together for the party. It was more like a place people got stimulated, wowed, and entertained in order to have their own private experiences and fun. Hefner's place was very modern, full of sharp lines and angles with lots of glass, and was some kind of meeting place for the stars and the wealthy upper class. Bob got ideas from Hefner's parties that he used at his own parties in 'the Springs.' Bob's parties were pure class, in the most exquisite Hollywood style. He had wild parties and some night's there were orgies.
Noticing Bob had arrived, Hugh Hefner came over and shook Bob's hand. Bob said, 'Hal, this is my main tease …I mean main squeeze.' They both laughed and Bob leaned over and whispered something I couldn't hear to Hefner. Hefner never stayed around long to talk with Bob at the parties.
'Bob, it's good to see you.' They shook hands again and Hefner placed his other hand on Bob's elbow and said, 'I'll be back, don't go away, I just have to catch her before she gets away.' He seemed to acknowledge his guests and then quickly excused himself. In a moment he returned and said, 'Step into my kitchen.'
Bob sneered and said to him, 'I'll follow you anywhere the girls are!' So we followed Hefner into the kitchen where lots of playboy bunnies dressed in traditional black bunny outfits with black and white bow ties, fish net stockings, and black high heels were busy preparing food trays. Bob's eyebrows raised and with obvious sexual emphasis, he called out, 'WHAT'S TO EAT!'
All the girls turned around and laughed and looking seductively at him sang out, almost in unison, 'Hi, Mr. Hope!' One bunny said, 'I'm available!' and she laughed as she arranged the butter squares that were stamped with the playboy insignia.
Bob said, 'Well, maybe you can be course number five, honey. How's about you and I meeting at that course.'
'Yes,' she teased.
Bob looked around the room, 'Any other's?' No one took him up on it but they smiled cordially. Bob ushered me back out to the room where the zebra girl was still dancing. 'She's still at it,' he announced and I smiled up adoringly at him, just like I was programmed to do.
Bob took a drink off a tray that a bunny offered him and when she offered me a choice of the different drinks, per program, I smiled and recited, 'No thank you, I've had my quota for the evening.' Although I'd really not eaten or drank anything for hours. Bob was good at taking a drink and then setting it down somewhere out of the way like he didn't want anyone to know he wasn't really drinking. Later on he'd take another drink or two, but I rarely saw him drink much of it before he set it down, abandoned it and moved on.
Hugh Hefner had bizarre, exotic entertainment at his parties …naked women painted like animals …or tamed wild animals, like lions that were 'whipped into shape' by a playboy bunny. One time he even had a man dressed like Tarzan whipping a playgirl dressed like Jane. They said the girl was not really being hurt, that it was just an illusion. I don't know if that was true. There were often scenes like that — magic sex shows.
Bob instructed me to pay attention, to watch the playboy bunnies so I could acquire 'bunny skills' and know some of the moves for our shows with the troops or get my edges polished so I'd be poised and ready for the Rockefellers. Bob was very impressed with the Rockefellers. He took me to Hefner's because he wanted me to be 'bunny trained.' Bob placed playboy collars on me and at other times put a diamond necklace round my neck for certain Hope occasions. It was a single row of diamonds that fit tightly around my neck. Bob liked me to wear them in private. He said I was 'in training' and that these were 'training diamonds.' He said that I had better get used to wearing diamonds because I would be treated right my whole life, and sometimes he called me his princess.
Food, drink, whatever anyone, except me, wanted, was always available at Hefner's parties.
Champagne fountains were popular in those days. If someone delivered a drink — champagne, wine, etc., to me, sometimes Bob would let me take it and then he would quickly whisk it away. Bob told me to hold my champagne glass and look pretty and smile but not to sip it, 'Not one little sip,' he said. So I didn't. He told me, 'One itty bitty little sip is all it would take for your coach to turn into a pumpkin and your beautiful dress into rags. We don't want that now do we?' This reference made to the Disney classic, tied my subconscious mind back into the Cinderella programming that was installed within me for the purpose of his and others control.
I smiled sweetly and said, 'No, Bob.' I was not allowed to eat or drink. Bob told me to say that I had just eaten and was not hungry.
Hefner was pretty unavailable at his own parties. I never knew why. One night, he had the current centerfold do a little show for a small group of guests. She had on a red sequined body suit, red heels and a feather in her hair. She danced around and stripped for the guests. The men loved it and clapped and said, 'encore, encore…' but she left and didn't return.
There were rooms people could go into to have sex if they wanted. One bedroom had a huge four poster bed with black satin sheets and comforter. Bob parked me in the corner of the room while he had sex with the playboy bunny he'd propositioned earlier. He did those kinds of things often. Having sex with an available girl at a party and then sex with me later or I'd just give him oral sex, was not uncommon, depending on his whim for the evening. Bob got this girl into bed and kissed and mauled her and then got on top and finished her. They seemed to forget that I was in the room. She had real big firm breasts, and Bob always really liked those who were as he called it, 'fully endowed.' After they finished they got out of bed and Bob kissed her hand and she got dressed and left, closing the big wooden double doors behind her. Bob motioned for me to come over to him and I picked his clothes up off the floor and began redressing him. He always loved that game. I held his boxers as he put first one leg in and then the other. While I helped him he said, 'I don't know what I'd do without ya kid.' I smiled lovingly as programmed and retrieved his shirt and helped him on with it. The buttons were difficult and he said, 'Whew, it took a lot less to 'get it on' than it seemed to getting it off!' And then he'd laugh at his own sexual joke.
Bob said, 'Sex is a state of mind. A state of mine I'd like to live in!' I knelt down and put his socks and shoes back on, combed his hair and we reemerged together and joined the party. I didn't know most of the people.
Bob said to a heavyset man in a tux who I also didn't recognize, 'This one's mine.'
'It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.' I said smiling.
Quickly, Bob quipped, 'She was trained at the Gloria Swanson School of Manners.' And everyone around including the man laughed. The man took my hand politely but he was also laughing. I always thought people were laughing at me because I was stupid, I wasn't able to be aware that they were laughing at Bob's jokes. I never could «get» the jokes, because I was programmed not to be able to think about them.
If nothing was available to him sexually Bob would take me to a hotel or we went home and had sex. He always scored, either way.
At another Hefner party, when we arrived, Bob said to Hefner, 'Look who followed me home.'
Hefner said, 'Not bad Bob, not bad. Hey, tell me, where were you walking? Are there any more like her?'
Bob said, 'No they broke the mold after they made this one.'
Hefner laughed and they shook hands again. He used both of his hands in his handshake with Bob. He reached out in a regular handshake and then put his other hand on top. In keeping with his usual routine, Hugh Hefner said, 'Excuse me Bob, I have some important matters to attend to. You and your lady enjoy. That's what it's all about here.' And he winked and walked away.
Tarzan and Jane and a lion were at this party. The Tarzan guy had heavy make-up that made him look tan and he had blonde hair and a beautiful body. So did Jane. The lion was very small. I was allowed to touch him and the tan fur on its back was so neat it looked like it had been evenly shaved. Suddenly, the lion turned around and opened his mouth and it really scared me! He had big teeth. Bob laughed at my reaction and said, 'Honey, maybe you'd like to have one of these at home. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!' And as he cleverly weaved in a line to 'remind' me of my Wizard of Oz programming, he laughed again and so did the people who were standing around. Little did they know that Bob Hope had just masterfully delivered one of the program phrases intended to keep me from remembering the life I was living, serving him as a total mind-controlled sex slave.
Later at the party there was a huge square-tiled shower with clear glass sides and several nozzles. Lots of men and women all got in it at the same time and rubbed soap all over themselves and then rubbed up against
