sinful, but Eugene had been taking me to some and I loved them.
What I had at first thought was going to be a local shindig turned out to be a Hollywood extravaganza. The grand opening was supposed to be on a Saturday but stars began checking in on Thursday.
Oleg Cassini, the designer, arrived Thursday ni ght and brought me a present. I t was a beautiful one-of-a-kind evening gown designed by him for me to wear Saturday night. It was covered in silver sequins, backless and fit like a second skin, with long sleeves and a slit up the left side that showed my left leg all the way to my thigh.
I had kept a few pieces of jewelry from the hidden treasures, among them an emerald bracelet with matching earrings. I thought they would add some color to the silver. My high heels were silver sandals. We had a beauty salon in the basement that I had decided to add and hired some hair dressers. I had my hair done down there.
I was star struck as some of my favorite movie stars started checking in. I felt like a country hick and I felt underdressed in my simple white eyelet blouse and tan a-line skirt and flat shoes.
I could see why these people were called stars. They shined like the stars in the sky. My guests list read like the guest list for the academy awards. The first to arrive was my very favorite, Doris Day. She was accompanied by Rock Hudson and they were getting a lot of publicity for their new movie they were making together.
Sandra Dee was there with her a gent. Cary G rant was there with his wife and the star couple Joanne Woodward and Paul Newman. There were producers and agents, scriptwriters and directors.
They kept coming and I was getting worried. I finally decided that no one could have a suite and when I told them they were real sports about it . By splitting up the suites and using the rooms with baths on the third floor, we had enough rooms.
When Eugene saw the situation, he suggested that I share their suite and rent out mine. I had the maid hurrying around remaking the beds in my suite and getting those rooms ready and finally the people quit coming.
I breathed a sigh of relief and escaped to Eugene and Ronnie’s suite. Ronnie was down at the pool and Eugene and I sat in the living room with our feet up and were getting relaxed when there was a knock on the door.
“I’ll get it,” Eugene said. “You just sit back and relax.”
When he opened the door I was surprised to see Mrs. Hildebrandt. She had never knocked on my door before.
“I’m so sorry to bother you,” She said and she was fanning herself with her apron. Her face was red and she was sweating.
“ It’s okay, Mrs. Hildebrandt, come on in. What’s wrong?”
“I don’t mean to complain, mam , but it’s that blond young woman that I heard someone call a starlet. I don’t know what that means. Her name’s Janet and she’s here with that fat producer.”
“I know the one you mean, what about her? What did she do?”
“Well, she acts like she owns the place. She’s bossing everyone around. That bothered me some but when she came into my kitchen and started telling me how to run my kitchen, I won’t put up with that. She’s trying to tell me what to cook, how to cook it, when to cook it, and like that.”
“I’ll go talk to her,” I said putting my shoes back on. “Where is she now?”
“Well, that’s the other thing. When she left my kitchen she went into the red parlor and crawled on that fat producer’s lap and he has his hands under her panties. She’s going to ruin the reputation of the place.”
I told Mrs. Hildebrandt to go on back to the kitchen and I started toward the red parlor. I could hear her before I got there, “You going to give me the part, Hermie ?”
“ Of course, darling, j ust make me happy this w e ekend . Oh yeah, baby, just rub ri ght there. Let me see those tit ties . I need to nurse. I’m hungry.”
She giggled and
What I had at first thought was going to be a local shindig turned out to be a Hollywood extravaganza. The grand opening was supposed to be on a Saturday but stars began checking in on Thursday.
Oleg Cassini, the designer, arrived Thursday ni ght and brought me a present. I t was a beautiful one-of-a-kind evening gown designed by him for me to wear Saturday night. It was covered in silver sequins, backless and fit like a second skin, with long sleeves and a slit up the left side that showed my left leg all the way to my thigh.
I had kept a few pieces of jewelry from the hidden treasures, among them an emerald bracelet with matching earrings. I thought they would add some color to the silver. My high heels were silver sandals. We had a beauty salon in the basement that I had decided to add and hired some hair dressers. I had my hair done down there.
I was star struck as some of my favorite movie stars started checking in. I felt like a country hick and I felt underdressed in my simple white eyelet blouse and tan a-line skirt and flat shoes.
I could see why these people were called stars. They shined like the stars in the sky. My guests list read like the guest list for the academy awards. The first to arrive was my very favorite, Doris Day. She was accompanied by Rock Hudson and they were getting a lot of publicity for their new movie they were making together.
Sandra Dee was there with her a gent. Cary G rant was there with his wife and the star couple Joanne Woodward and Paul Newman. There were producers and agents, scriptwriters and directors.
They kept coming and I was getting worried. I finally decided that no one could have a suite and when I told them they were real sports about it . By splitting up the suites and using the rooms with baths on the third floor, we had enough rooms.
When Eugene saw the situation, he suggested that I share their suite and rent out mine. I had the maid hurrying around remaking the beds in my suite and getting those rooms ready and finally the people quit coming.
I breathed a sigh of relief and escaped to Eugene and Ronnie’s suite. Ronnie was down at the pool and Eugene and I sat in the living room with our feet up and were getting relaxed when there was a knock on the door.
“I’ll get it,” Eugene said. “You just sit back and relax.”
When he opened the door I was surprised to see Mrs. Hildebrandt. She had never knocked on my door before.
“I’m so sorry to bother you,” She said and she was fanning herself with her apron. Her face was red and she was sweating.
“ It’s okay, Mrs. Hildebrandt, come on in. What’s wrong?”
“I don’t mean to complain, mam , but it’s that blond young woman that I heard someone call a starlet. I don’t know what that means. Her name’s Janet and she’s here with that fat producer.”
“I know the one you mean, what about her? What did she do?”
“Well, she acts like she owns the place. She’s bossing everyone around. That bothered me some but when she came into my kitchen and started telling me how to run my kitchen, I won’t put up with that. She’s trying to tell me what to cook, how to cook it, when to cook it, and like that.”
“I’ll go talk to her,” I said putting my shoes back on. “Where is she now?”
“Well, that’s the other thing. When she left my kitchen she went into the red parlor and crawled on that fat producer’s lap and he has his hands under her panties. She’s going to ruin the reputation of the place.”
I told Mrs. Hildebrandt to go on back to the kitchen and I started toward the red parlor. I could hear her before I got there, “You going to give me the part, Hermie ?”
“ Of course, darling, j ust make me happy this w e ekend . Oh yeah, baby, just rub ri ght there. Let me see those tit ties . I need to nurse. I’m hungry.”
She giggled and
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