Legendary Lothario Hugh Hefner lives a squalid existence in the famed Playboy mansion, which reflects the decay gripping the tottering empire he founded nearly 60 years ago, according to one of his former playmates.
Izabella St James is one of a legion of bottle blondes who shared Hefner’s storied mansion in the past 10 years.
She has written a tell-all book that paints a grisly picture of life in the mansion for playmates, who serve Hefner’s every whim for a chance to be featured in his magazine.
It’s a mercenary world where young women are expected to line up for emotionless, unprotected sex with Hefner, 84, who fuels his romps with a steady diet of Viagra and Quaaludes.
Most of the women are there hoping for a career boost by appearing in the magazine, to get plastic surgery, the chance to meet celebrities or for the money Hefner doles out.
Hefner pays for procedures as presents and even has a running account at a plastic surgeon’s office, according to an excerpt of her book in London’s Daily Mail.
Among the playmates who have passed through the mansion, St. James may be one of the luckier ones. She moved into the mansion in 2002 and today has a law degree.
But her recollections of life in the mansion make it sound more like a house of horrors.
The 15 or so girls who stayed there had bedrooms with “mismatched, random pieces of furniture,” she recalls in her autobiography “Bunny Tales. ”
“It was as if someone had gone to a charity shop and bought the basics for each room,” she says.
“Although we all did our best to decorate our rooms and make them homely, the mattresses on our beds were disgusting — old, worn and stained. The sheets were past their best, too,” she recalls.
She writes that Hefner’s bedroom reeked of dog urine and feces.
“Hef was used to dirty carpets. The one in his bedroom had not been changed for years, and things became significantly worse when Holly Madison moved into his room with him as Girlfriend No. 1 soon after I moved in, bringing her two dogs.
“They weren’t house-trained and would just do their business on the bedroom carpet. Late at night, or in the early hours of the morning — if any of us visited Hef’s bedroom — we’d almost always end up standing in dog mess.
“Everything in the Mansion felt old and stale, and Archie the house dog would regularly relieve himself on the hallway curtains, adding a powerful whiff of urine to the general scent of decay.”
Hef paid the girls a weekly allowance, usually $1,000 in cash a week, but in return, the girls were expected to put out, not only for his marathon sex sessions, but for male guests who stayed at the mansion.
Although Hefner promoted a hedonistic lifestyle, life for mansion playmates was strict, regimented and boring, St. James writes. Violate the rules and Hef refused to pay the allowance.
“Little did I realize that by moving into the mansion I was losing all the freedom I associated with the Playboy lifestyle,” St James says.
As for sex, St James says she submitted to Hefner out of curiosity.
“I wanted to see if this experienced King of Sexdom knew anything the rest of us did not,” she says. “But he just lay there like a dead fish.”
‘We often wondered why he did it at all,” she adds.