Bunny-ing is a full-time gig, apparently. You can't be a pencil pusher by day, and a porn star by night, according to bunny Kendra Wilkinson. Even though their days weren't always booked with events and whatever else porn stars do (I'd imagine sex is part of their job description?), they were prohibited from holding down other gigs. This would be especially constricting for bunnies who wanted to graduate from bunny-hood and do something else with their career.
Izabella St. James, a bunny, said that the living conditions in the mansion were just atrocious. The mattresses, for one, were “disgusting, old, worn and stained.” How you supposed to get some good sleep on a mattress that sounds like that? You know Hugh ain't sleeping on filth!
St. James also said that Hef would use the allowances he gave his bunnies to ransom them into hanging around. The bunnies would have to go to Hef's room and wait for their allowance, in a most humiliating fashion. He would use this opportunity, when they were in need, to air any grievances he had about the relationship. Yuck.
I repeat: the Hef does not do protection. You do it with that man, you're gonna do it raw. Who knows how often that man was being tested, but either way: you get down in Playboy town, you better get tested yourself the next day. Privilege went to Hef's main gf — she got to go first, before all the other gunk got in the way.
Another thing: Hef had a strict rule about not allowing other boys in the house to see the bunnies. This was Hef's biggest rule. Did he really feel so threatened by other men that he couldn't let the bunnies have a little fun? They're growing girls! This, says Holly Madison, is one of the main reasons she and others moved out of the house.
Hef did not skimp on the bedroom. He had created his own little lair there where the bunnies would come to "visit" him. Holly Madison describes the boudoir thusly:
Two huge television screens projecting graphic porn lit up the otherwise dark bedroom. In the middle, a very pale man was tending to his own business...The girlfriends, in various stages of undress, were sitting in a semi-circle at the edge of the bed.
Now, the girls were supposed to get grooving on each other while Hef got himself off. But in reality the girls were inconspicuously gossiping, and whispering in each others' ears. Madison believes that, if she had been around when smart phones were common, all the girls would have been texting and gramming with each other instead.
Lots of people have kinks about what they want their sexual partners to wear and what they don't. During the sex happening in Hef's bedroom, he demanded all the bunnies wear the same pair of pink flannel pajamas. Matching P.J.s was Hef's kink. Among others. Just a see of soft pink cotton, and maybe some silk? Nylon? What is flannel?
For all the sex-positivity that Playboy pedaled around, Hugh's brand was remarkably vanilla and uninspired. Holly Madison recalls her first sexual experience with the Hef as quick and utilitarian, over as soon as it began. It was like the man derived no pleasure from it. Or maybe...he's a robot?
Although Hef kept about three to 15 bunnies in his employ at any given time, he reserved a special place in his heart, bedroom, and palace for that one lucky bunny. As the head honcho, his number one bunny gets to sleep in his bed every night (thereby avoiding the sweat-soaked mattress). The others only get to his bedroom during freak nights and allowance pickups.
Now, I know I said earlier that Hef had a strict law prohibiting boys from coming on the property and playing with his playmates. That notwithstanding, the bunnies, with rare exception, still had their flings and trysts. 80-year-old man meat just sometimes doesn't cut it! You got to have options.
The Playboy Mansion was always aflurry with action, as Hef liked to throw parties up the wazoo. The bunnies had to sit at his table with him the entire night. They were only allowed to dance within a prescribed radius of the table. They could only take infrequent, brief bathroom breaks. They sound fun!
That whole no side gig thing? Again, another rule flouted indiscreetly. A woman named "Vicky" was reportedly liaising between the bunnies and a procurer, who would contract out the ladies as escorts for high paying customers. The procurer even boasted that they had eight bunnies on the rolodex at one time.
It's hard to live under such strict oversight and governance and not get stressed out. Madison writes that many of the bunnies resorted to drugs and alcohol to self-medicate their depression and other conditions. Madison herself was on a cocktail of weed and alcohol the night that she attempted to drown herself. It's a dark place, that mansion.