Chapter 12    RAPED BY HOTEL OWNER IN MEXICO 

  9-18-21

 

          Most women get raped one time or another, in childhood or adulthood.  For some women, like myself, rape follows them wherever they go because their lifestyle has them alone facing men {not with a husband or body guard}.  They are in the adult trade, they meet evil men, they are sexy or beautiful, so they get raped. My Mom never got raped – she told me, ‘It’s impossible to do sex to a woman against her will.’  This proves to me that all the times she got pregnant, the seven abortions – were all done willingly, using abortion as birth control – shame on her.

 

          I went to Mexico in 1965 to have an abortion {because of a rape, explained elsewhere} – Acapulco.  Tijuana was nearby, but I’d read so much about it being a sleazy place I feared going there, & heard of Acapulco being a wonderful resort, felt I’d be safer there.  I didn’t think of the geography, as Acapulco being on the other side of Mexico, didn’t look on any map, just got on a non-jet plane, which was cheaper, & it took forever to get there from Los Angeles.

 

          I had my abortion.  It cost $300 – my last cent.  I had less than $10 to my name after that – I did not ask my evil husband for the money – I wrote my Dad for funds & it took a while getting to me, meanwhile I was broke.

 

          I was staying in an ordinary hotel, no Hilton or anything, run by a Mexican.  I went to him & told him I was out of money& it might take a week to get some, I could no longer pay my hotel day by day as I had been.

 

          He seemed a reasonable man at the time.  He said he was opening a bar & needed some celebrity to promote it.  He’d supply me with a beautiful custom-made dress, & by my appearing, he’d cancel my hotel bill.  He had a fiancé from the US, who I was sort of friends with, & he too both of us to this dressmaker & we were fitted for new, beautiful dresses for the affair.

 

          Hers was a green satin print, fairly conservative, mine a pink, translucent stretch shimmery job.  I wore no underwear with it so it was stunning.  Remember eons ago Carol Baker at the opening of her movie ‘Baby Doll?’  Same deal only I had a body, she didn’t.

 

          The fete was over, my image was in the paper, I had fulfilled my deal.

 

          The hotel man, whose name I can’t recall so let’s say Jose, moved me from the decent room I was in to one that was super cheap.  On the second floor, with a window with no screen right on the hallway, the waiters would gather outside my window in the AM to watch me sleep.  I slept nude – no air conditioning in this one – so they caught glimpses of my body.  One day I woke up to se them staring & asked, annoyed, 

          “What are you looking at?”

 

          And one guy answered,

 

          “Beauty.”

 

          So the room made me vulnerable.  And sure enough, Jose shows up one night & rapes me.  He said,

 

          “Give in or I’ll have you arrested for non payment of your bill – the Mexican police will rape you in jail.”

 

          That gave me no choice.  But later, I discovered, not only had he done this to me but he stole my beautiful pink dress.  I was outraged & bent on facing him.

 

          I went to the front desk & asked the attendant for the room of Jose.  He told me it, smiling, imagining I was going there for a tryst.

 

          I go there, knock & knock for minutes, no answer.  I try the door, it’s open.  I walk in; Jose is lying on the bead, fast asleep.  I shake him yelling at him, but he doesn’t wake up- he was blacked out.

 

          There on stand next to him is his wallet, with all kinds of money sticking out.  I don’t touch it.  I go to his closet & see the dress.  I don’t dare take it, as if I did, he’d know I was there. 

          Now what would some people do?  They’d take some of his money from the wallet – not all of it as then he’d know he’d been robbed – but enough to tide them over for a while – I was flay.  But that was against my Christian principles.  Even though he’d wronged me, committed a crime against me & it would have been justified, I could not do it.  Sin is a big issue with me – God is always watching.

 

          I simply got my meager belongings & left – went to stay a while with one of the beach boys I’d met.  He was broke to, but got a waiter he knew to give us a loaf of wonder bread from the restaurant he worked.  Wonder bread never tasted so good, we each ate half the loaf.

 

SECOND TIME IN MEXICO

 

          Believe it or not, in spite of my abortion & the rape, I loved Mexico & anticipated going back – even living there.

 

          The second time I went it was with the producer, John Lamb, who created ‘She Did it His Way,’ the movie based on my fictitious life, which included the ‘Miss Nude Universe’ pageant which I won.

 

          There were many more adventures this time, as I was there for ‘pleasure’ & dallied some five weeks.  This was after 1966 when my evil husband had died.  It had to be either 1967 or ’68 as it was after I won the contest & made the movie where I met John Lamb.

 

          So we go there, at my behest, once again on that slow-propeller place which takes forever.  What does he do upon arrival?  What any pervert would do – looks for the brothels.  He takes me with him.  There were two – ‘La Huerta’ & ‘Rebecca’s,’ Rebeccas being more exclusive than the first – both had extensive patios where most of the mingling occurred.  Sometimes they had entertainment, some male & female dancers I vaguely remember.

 

          Then John & I went our separate ways, although we shared a hotel suite in an average hotel.

 

          He did something really bad.  I for some strange reason, let him hold my return ticket.  It’s one of those ‘pimp’ deals we’re accustomed to, letting men hold our valuables, as they are ‘in command’ or whatever the dim reasoning is.  So it usually backfires on us, & this one did.

                    

          One evening he rushes up to me out of breath, & says he’s got to get out of there.  He was hobnobbing with one of the hookers.  He had a vehicle they sometimes give with hotels – a sort of golf far - & as they were driving around, the female asked to drive.  She didn’t have a license, but he let her, & she crashed the vehicle, causing some property damage.

 

          She jumped out of the car & told the police John was driving – not her, & the police arrested him & took his driving license.  After a few hours they let him go & he was hightailing for the airport.

 

          I asked him for my ticket – he said he left it on the bureau.  Two beach boys were hanging around us – I knew them from the previous trip - & so, when I saw the ticket was not on the bureau I knew they had stolen it.  Now I was sunk.

          I did not have much money on me, I had no ticket, no way to leave town.  I vaguely recall John paid for our meals so I didn’t need a lot of money so now I had not enough money for food even a few days.  I told John my situation & said,

          “What am I going to do?”

          And he said,

          “Go work at Rebeccas”.

 

          This was really cruel.  First, he gets my ticket stolen.  Then he leaves me knowing I’m broke.  He was a rich man & could have given me enough money to sustain me or get a new ticket, but he did not. {The mansion pictured in ‘She Did it His Way’ was his residence, I have pictures from this dwelling I will share, so you will know he had money.  He made money from movie production, nudie cuties & 2^nd rights in big movies, like doing underwater scenes.}

 

          Now I am stuck for this ‘pleasure trip’ & how I survived only God knows.  But the Grace of God was always with me, & She did not let me down.

 

          I met a dentist who really liked me – he was retired there – lived with his wife – he was a ‘playboy about town’, mostly hanging out with a bunch of Mexican guys.  He was living his second childhood, as he also went with the guys to the local brothels, & I’d sit with them there for hours.  One of his Mexican friends was in love with a brothel cutie, & he’ take napes in her lap while we sat there drinking & the guys clowning & singing. {Speaking of clowning, the dentist usually set off fire crackers – this made him a hot shot with the guys, except he lost a finger doing one of these.}

      

He allayed my broke condition by setting up a ‘private show’ – where I would dance & strip naked for his male friends.  Each one paid a hefty $15 for the show, so I ended up with about $100, which today would be $819.  He also got me a free room at the empty rental of one of these guys – for a while.  This held me a time, but like I said, I was there about 5 weeks, mostly having fun, so after a couple weeks this bread ran out.

 

          Now this show got me into a lot of trouble, as I will explain.  These guys – don’t know why – thought that after the show I was going to have sex with them.  I did not suggest this – don’t know if the dentist lied to them to get that much money.  Two of them tried to finagle me into it, one of them took revenge.

 

          The first finagler invited me to his house for dinner – with his family present.  Naïve me fell for it, at that time not having too much experience, that when someone invites me to their house – be it male or female – it has to do with sex.

          So I go there & the first thing the man does is take me to his wife’s bedroom, where she’s lying prone, dimly lit, ill.  He asks her in Spanish for permission to have sex with me, being that she’s ill - & she consents.  {This I learned later is a common practice with Latins – when the wife is sick & can’t do sex, he can ask her for permission like so & she consents.}  I didn’t know much Spanish, just gathered this is what was being worked out.

 

         

          Now I go into their patio & there are 4 or 5 kids.  He’s now demanding to take me into a room for sex – I am surprised & wondering how to escape.  The kids seem to surround me & block me from leaving.  Their patio has an 8 foot cinder block wall.  I see a table.  I jump on it, from it, onto the top of the wall, jump down, escape & run.  That was it.

 

          But the next one was uglier.  I frequented a club called ‘Tequila A Go Go’ which was modeled after ‘Whisky A Go Go’.  I loved the place because I loved to dance & danced here & there every night.

 

          One night, one of the guys that paid to see me naked is sitting around near me – a fat slob, & he begins to rant & rave –

          “She’s a puta {prostitute} & she took my money & didn’t do the sex.”

 

         If I had half a brain I would have darted out of there to safety, but being a numb nut I just sat there, & he repeats this again a dozen times, loud & clear.

 

          Finally the big fat manager comes over – one of those brutal types that you see in movies, a villain, heavy handed, cold hearted, beats folks up with brass knuckles.

 

          And what does he do?  Throw this guy out?  No, he throws me out & tells me never to come there again – I am a trouble maker, & I did try to return several times with classy friends, but he blocked me forever. 

THE MAYOR OF ACAPULCO HELPS ME

 

          Now I am at a club where there’s dancing & I’m the arms of the Chief of Police doing the Samba.

 

          The next day a special envoy follows me, & tells me the Mayor of the City wants to see me.  I agree & we meet at an exclusive bar, the name will come back to me later.

 

          We sit & talk at this bar & he asks me if there’s anything I need or want.  I tell him re the situation with the Tequila A Go Go.  Then we go to my modest hotel – a one floor Mexican sprawling job – where he makes love to me three times within an hour.  {His name, Dr. Marteen Heredia, a real doctor}  And to my surprise he gives me $500 – which serves me well as I was nearly out.

 

          The chauffer takes him everywhere, & was waiting outside.  He then takes me to the Tequila A Go Go.  The chauffer gets out & walks to the front door, reading to the manager the riot act, & Mayor Heredia tells me now I can go in.

 

          I go in & the manager, say Jose, says to me,

 

          “I am not allowing you to come here again because the Mayor told me to.  I am going to give you another chance, etc, etc, his monologue goes on like 10 mins so he can save face.”

          I just dismiss him from my mind, go in, & went there every night after that.

 

A ROYAL DUKE FALLS FOR ME

 

          I met a royal Duke who fell in love with me, but I not with him.  We made love in an exclusive hotel, part of which he owned; - he was handsome so I consented.  But I was not interested in him, so it broke my heart, as he with his valet followed me to many places I hung out, but I never consented to be with him again.  I could see he was suffering, he didn’t know how to win me.

 

          I would go to this luxurious outdoor-mostly club, that had three elevated stages for performers, & 3 dance floors for audience  I had brought with me about 50 of the top rhythm n’ blues 45’s, believe it or not, as I was obsessed with music.  They did some of their shows with a juke box.  I gave them my 45’s & they would play a few, announce me like a star, & I would dance – the audience cheered loudly.  I went there like every other night.

 

          I was friendly with their chief drummer, who played along with all the juke box hits.  He asked to borrow my collection.  I believed he would return them in a week, as he said, he said he wanted them for practice.  But the following week he made up this story – which I believed – that this famous American drummer {can’t think of his name now} borrowed them from him & failed to return them.  I was sad.  Only realized later the Mexican drummer conned me to get my 45’s.

 

          Another funny incident at that place was one time I was sitting in the audience & the waiter comes up to me & tells me do not get on the dance floor right now!  I thought he was daft, I danced anyway.  Everyone cheered.

 

          Then I knew why they didn’t want me to dance, but figure this out.  As she was leaving, not before, they announced the daughter of our President Lyndon Johnson was there, sitting about ten feet from me, they only told us as she left.  So why did they not want me to dance?  I guess I was too sexy or something – people are weird.

 

          Then this happened with the Duke & myself.  I had once dined at this restaurant called ‘Portofino’ – all alone.  They told me Jackie Kennedy had dined there recently.

 

          This was the place I shall never forget, for the first time served me a genuine ‘Cesar Salad.’  The waiter made it at my table.  It had Romaine lettuce & fresh anchovies, & the server cracked a raw egg & put the yolk into the salad, maybe mayonnaise, not sure what else.  It was scrumptious.  I have never, in the US, ordered a Cesar Salad & got one like that – they were all awful, just absolute nothings.  Americans need to step up their Cesar Salad –btw I found out later from a Gordon Ramsay video it was invented in Mexico by a guy named Cesar.

      

          So the Duke & I are at the Portofino restaurant at my suggestion, dining, & a man who knows me, tall, really  attractive blonde, what seemed to me a gentleman, comes up to us & greets me, & I say something polite, he leaves.

 

          The Duke is outraged.  In the most indignant voice he says,

 

          “How dare he come up to our table & address you without my permission!  That is completely against protocol; a man can never come up to a woman & address her before speaking to the man!”

 

          I understood his point & never forgot it.  And I do agree with him.  My Dad was a super elite gentleman as well, a hand kisser, & he always followed protocol.  But most Americans don’t – only the very wealthiest old-family ones.

 

ANN MARGRET SNUBS ME IN FRONT OF THE DUKE

 

                   It happened that while I was associating with the Duke, Ann Margret had come to town & was here & there.  We were at a bull fight, when I see her coming up, with her escort, the aisle where she will walk right past us.

 

          I had just made a movie in which she was the star, I was a bit player – called ‘The Swinger,’

 

         

          So I said to the Duke,

 

          “I just made a movie with her, I will say hello.”

 

          So as she came by I stood up & said

          “Hello, Annie…….”

 

          And was about to explain myself, but her escort said to her,

          “Keep walking”

          and she obeyed, snubbing me.

 

          Wow, was I red in the face & so was the Duke miffed.

But I got even with her.

 

          That night we were both at the Tequila A Go Go.  She got on the dance floor & couldn’t do shit.  I got up – the Mexicans cheered, & danced my heart out.  I beat her dumb ass at dancing – everyone could see that.  Her ability to move was artificial, choreographed, but by herself she had no style or rhythm, so I put her down.

 

          In 1976 I met her again in Vegas, where I was being feted by Playboy Magazine doing an article for them.  I liked her show & she asked our group backstage, where we spoke & I praised her.  She was very nice & had no idea I was a person she’d snubbed long ago.

 

          Other things happened I put in my previous books & might explain in the following ones.  I had never been in a tropical place before Acapulco, & arriving at the airport, the smell of flowers mesmerized me.  I entertained the thought of moving there for years before it all faded away & was too late.  I was fascinated by a movie I saw not long ago called ‘Vera Cruz’ set there, & dreamed of going there.  In my next lifetime maybe. 

PS  The first time I was in Acapulco, I saw a female that was more stunning than any I had ever seen.  She wore a red bikini, she was at the Hilton patio, close to a beach, & I was about 20’ away.  Later I realized it was Jayne Mansfield.

 

Later I went to this famous bar, a man’s name like ‘Antonio’ or something like that, & a woman came up to me & asked me for my autograph.  I was surprised & signed my name.  She looked at in surprise as well – she thought I was Jayne Mansfield.

Wherever I went, people mobbed me with their tourist cameras for pictures.  I obliged.  For a while I had a whole box of these photos.  Wish I had them now.   {End Chapter 12}