As the Playboy party wound down, a nice size group of people had been given directions to the house, and plenty of contacts made for Eric and his friend to have a glorious month. To make this first party a memorable one, the liquor bill was close to $5000.
I'm not sure if Eric had ever done coke before, but within about 20 minutes after returning to the house, he was enjoying the affections of #1 and her unlimited supply of coke. Unlimited because she would screw the makeup artist and her extremely large black boyfriend on a fairly regular basis. Eric disappeared into a bedroom with both of the ladies and wasn't seen again until the next day.
Back in the day, you could really get your freak on at a Playboy party, but now it was almost as PC as Chuck E Cheese. OK, maybe that is going to far, but because of a fear of lawsuits, drugs have to be hidden, and there really isn't any sex going on. Lots of teasing and flirting. All that had been building up and so for the thirty or so people that made it to the after party, this was their chance to get crazy.
It was a typical party. Lots of people trying to break into the business mixed with established people who were basically using the new people. It's a cycle that has gone on for generations. There wasn't really anyone I recognized there except for this goofy guy who was nailing some girl from The O.C. They weren't being discreet about it either. Yes, they were in a corner of the living room on a red love seat. They seemed to enjoy people watching. I'm just grateful that the cushions were able to be turned over, and no one ever will want to throw a UV light on that couch. It wasn't like they were naked or anything, but let's just say that the parts which needed to be uncovered were uncovered.
The only other person I clearly knew was a guy who was in a boy band. All night long he had a mantra for anyone who would listen. “That f**king bitch.” Literally it was the only three words I heard come out of his mouth the whole night. The more pot he smoked, the less violent the words became, but it was clear that despite the comfort some 18 (hopefully) year old girl was trying to give him, his mind was clearly elsewhere. From what I gathered when speaking with people who knew him, it seems as if his ex ( B list actress–brand new hit show) who had taken up with someone new a few months earlier, was running around town telling anyone that would listen that our boy bander (not Lance Bass) could never get it up, and that even when he did, it was nothing to write home about.
Closing in on 4am, my last contribution to the party came in the form of some bouncers and managers from some of the better clubs in town. Always a good thing to ply them with booze, drugs and women and to introduce them to their one visible host. There wouldn't be any waiting in lines for these boys during the month.
The First Week
Although I checked in on the boys during the first week, I couldn't spend every minute with them but they seemed to be doing well. After enjoying #1 for the first few days, she had gone back to her boyfriend to try and makeup, but had introduced Eric to another B list film actress who never saw a party she didn't like, and even looking like a cheap whore with a raspy voice, was certainly a fantasy to a guy from Jersey who had always just seen her on film. She became Eric's companion for that first few weeks, and until she finally realized he didn't have any money, I think she actually liked him. Eric was whipped. It's a good thing he didn't really have any money or he would have been writing checks to her every day.
Each day was spent at the pool and it seemed like the people who came for the after party never really went away. People would just drift in and out. Nights were spent at clubs, and because of the generosity of the first night and some generous tipping, our boys found themselves in the VIP rooms every night.
I want to say that it was Thursday night when I next saw the boys. It was I believe in Mood, but hey, it was two years ago. I do know that Eric was not with his new companion, but his friend had the Playmate everywhere he went. So, VIP room, and lo and behold there is a celebutante. Eric is enamored. I'm just nauseous. This celebutante is someone who can be charming or a bitch, and that night Eric got to see both. At the club, she was flirty and funny and touchy feely. She mingled and laughed and seemed to spend more and more time with Eric as she made her decision for the night. Let's go to a strip club she said. A group of about six people said sure. So the six plus the celebutante made seven and it was off to a strip club. There were four guys including myself and three women. At the strip club, it was straight to a private room. The celebutante was in charge and clearly had been here before and knew exactly what she wanted. She had about ten strippers line up in front of her. No one else was allowed a pick until she had made her own.
Our celebutante was wearing a tiny skirt and I'm assuming no panties although, honestly, I wasn't going to look, and probably would have died from the smell. Anyway, the words out of her mouth were, “I want my pu**y licked. Who's going to do it?” I debated about relaying this next part because it is so cruel, but it is what happened, so needs to be said. A black girl stepped forward, and our celebutante said, “hell no, no (N word) is ever going to couch me. I just want blondes. Everyone just dropped their jaws when she said it, but the dancers must have heard it before from her. It seems that sometimes she would let a black girl and sometimes she wouldn't. This night it was a no. One blonde agreed to do it and for the next 30 minutes or so, our celebutante kept up a running conversation with everyone else who was in the room while the dancer was down on her knees servicing the celebutante.
When I say running conversation, it was primarily with herself. No one had fun after her outburst, and all the fun was just sucked right out of the room. Eric saw the true nature of the celebutante and no matter how much she tried to turn on the charm, he wasn't having any of it. I know that I left after about 30 minutes, and Eric told me later that Eric, his friend and new girlfriend all left together shortly after me. The celebutante had apparently done enough charming to get the others to remain with her a little longer, and had set her sights on the lone remaining guy who was trying to fight the fight between big and little head.