Following Hugh Hefner's death, the dark side of the Playboy Mansion has come to light

Publish Date
Friday, 29 September 2017, 8:36AM
Photo: Getty Images

Photo: Getty Images

Yesterday Hugh Hefner passed away aged 91. 

Whilst the glitz and glamour of his lifestyle was portrayed in magazines and on TV, the truth about the Playboy mansion is far from the luxurious life Hugh appeared to lead. 

Former Playmates and Girlfriends of Hugh Hefner have spilt on the actual happenings behind the mansion doors and Cosmopolitan have found the worst of the worst, which ain't pretty:

- "Everyone thinks that the infamous metal gate was meant to keep people out. But I grew to feel it was meant to lock me in." — Holly Madison in her book, Down the Rabbit Hole: Curious Adventures and Cautionary Tales of a Former Playboy Bunny

- "When you're here you have to be in by the 9 p.m. curfew. You're not allowed to invite any friends up to see you." — Carla Howe, The Mirror

- "Every Friday morning we had to go to Hef's room, wait while he picked up all the dog poo off the carpet — and then ask for our allowance: a thousand dollars counted out in crisp hundred-dollar bills from a safe in one of his bookcases. We all hated this process. Hef would always use the occasion to bring up anything he wasn't happy about in the relationship. Most of the complaints were about the lack of harmony among the girlfriends — or your lack of sexual participation in the 'parties' he held in his bedroom. If we'd been out of town for any reason and missed one of the official 'going out' nights [when Hefner liked to parade his girls at nightclubs] he wouldn't want to give us the allowance. He used it as a weapon." — Izabella St. James in her book, Bunny Tales: Behind Closed Doors at the Playboy Mansion

- "I hate putting my hand out, but we couldn't have jobs other than getting appearance fees." — Kendra Wilkinson, Us Weekly

- "If you do something wrong, you'll get an email. There's a strict code of conduct. There are even rules about Instagram and Twitter. You've got to show everything in a good light and if you're drunk in a picture you'll be in trouble." — Melissa Howe, The Mirror

- "Although we all did our best to decorate our rooms and make them homey, the mattresses on our beds were ­disgusting — old, worn and stained. The sheets were past their best too." — Izabella St. James in her book, Bunny Tales: Behind Closed Doors at the Playboy Mansion

- "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." —Izabella St. James in her book, Bunny Tales: Behind Closed Doors at the Playboy Mansion

- "Besides the nights we went out, I only saw Hef, like, once a day walking through the halls to his office. There were never solo dates." — Kendra Wilkinson, Us Weekly

- "It's like being with a grandad. Not long ago they called in the nurse because he'd had a fall in the grotto." — Carla Howe, The Mirror

- "When it first gets started his main girlfriend gives him [oral sex], then she has sex with him. She's the first to go because that's the safest for her. No protection and no testing. He doesn't care." —Jill Ann Spaulding in her book, Jill Ann: Upstairs

- "Hef just lies there with his Viagra erection. It's just a fake erection, and each girl gets on top of him for two minutes while the girls in the background try to keep him excited. They'll yell things like, 'Fuck her daddy, fuck her daddy!'" — Jill Ann Spaulding in her book, Jill Ann: Upstairs

- "At about the minute mark, I pulled away and it was done. It was like a job. Clock in, clock out. It's not like I enjoyed having sex with him." — Kendra Wilkinson in her book, Sliding Into Home

- "Maybe it was the pot and the alcohol, but drowning myself seemed like the logical way to escape the ridiculous life I was leading." — Holly Madison in her book, Down the Rabbit Hole: Curious Adventures and Cautionary Tales of a Former Playboy Bunny