And the day after he announced his return for the first Grand Slam event of the year, Tiger got gland slammed by busty Tampa trickster DEVON JAMES—who changed her stripes and promptly went on her local Bubba The Love Sponge radio show to put a “lie” to the leaderboard tally that Woods had only been ‘up’ to par through fourteen “holes.”

Mistress No. 15 Devon actually required hefty member•ship dues—and extra green fees for his flagstick—during her 2½ year “affair” with the golf great … beginning with a threesome {one less than he was here•to•fore matched up with} with a pornstar pal that gained each earnings of $2,000 in late 2006.

“He treated me pretty generous as far as money,” James claims. “I didn’t actually ever quote him a price.” Unlike on her current Craig’s List escort ad—in which she offers “the time of your life” for a mere $180 a half hour … or $450 for a lusty two-hour session—barely a fifth of what Woods chipped in! “There was very little talk that first time,” Devon divulges. “We immediately got into action. It went on for a couple of hours. I was definitely more nervous than him—he was the one who calmed me down” {down to the red golf shirt even!}.

Her hubby also seems calm about Devon’s recent revelations, noting: “I sleep with like five women a week. There’s no jealousy really when you’re in the adult business.” But a Florida porn star who’s had a Tiger-like threesome with the Jameses reveals: “The problem with her is that when you first go to her house {in Sarasota}, you meet the fat husband”—being serviced by his spouse {at gunpoint!} while their anonymous accuser hides her face. “Her husband does not fuck 5 girls a week,” the blond source contradicts, “and just acts as her pimp. The only way her husband jumps in as ‘male talent’ is because no guy would want to fuck her {at least not if his face showed!} for free.”

And they don’t get to: Sleuth has unearthed a blow-by-blow description of a “date” with Devon from May 29, 2005 in Tampa, which describes her as “age 25″ {she was born on May 4, 1980 in Pittsburgh} with “34D cup breasts” and “no boob job.” Her latest escort ad lists her as age 29, 34D-26-34 {and demonstrably real}, so it clearly clicks … except with the customer! “I should have gone to the mall and bought something for myself for the $160,” her 2005 john jokes. “She slid off her dress—very decent body, with no bottoms on. But she would NOT let me touch her pussy {maybe she just wasn’t that into you?}, and no kisses either. After about 10 min., she got out a condom and put it on me {hidden camera?} then sucked me with it on. So I popped, and she was happy with that. She actually had the nerve to ask for a tip. Stay away!”

Tiger apparently couldn’t … and Devon’s veracity on that score is bolstered by this boff-the-cuff recollection from her first interview on the subject: “I remember a date—September 28th of 2008, because it was my mom’s birthday, and he was at a Bucs game—down on the sidelines. Against the Packers, I think. And afterward, we met at my place.” Sleuth offers this photo and caption of Tiger prowling the Tampa team’s bench as Exhibit A that she’s not caught in a bad lie. And here’s a shot of the action that day … before they adjourned to her pad.

“There’s a garage underneath my condo,” James continues. “He would drive in and come up the back.” Well, figurative•ly speaking at least: “We had sex 6 or 7 times—that’s 6 or 7 meetings,” the talkative escort estimates. “But at each of those meetings we had sex multiple times.” And not only was his sex drive out of bounds…but he preferred it rough: “The sex was very dirty,” she tees off. “It was not conventional by any means. Let’s just say it was stuff I’d never done before. Ever. It wasn’t with another guy, but it was the things gays do,” Devon over-anal•yzes. And nowadays, it’s worth noting that on her “to do me” list, that act is no longer par for the course … nor is interracial interaction!

Butt considering the fair•way that Woods was ‘hitting,’ what’s most ass•tonishing is that he didn’t make the ‘turn’ in regulation, but instead insisted on not using a condom—despite the hazards {which “The Tenth Hole,” adult actress Joslyn James, and others confirm}: “Actually no, he didn’t. Ever,” Devon follows through. “It just wasn’t going to happen. And that’s what I really regret, you know, not opening my mouth more.” Well, his club length did surprise her…

What should surprise everyone is that it was Tiger who—reacting to her admission that “I got arrested for, you know, solicitation of prostitution in Tampa in early 2008″ {while she was regularly “seeing him”}—first “suggested that I try the Bunny Ranch {the infamous legal brothel in Nevada}. And so I tried it for a while {but hardly looked happy there}. He was the one who broke me in to that.” And now Sleuth breaks these rari•tease of Devon advertising her Moonlite wares and offering herself to a paying patron.

Sleuth’s view is that, considering how many of the partners who shared Tiger’s ever-waving flagstick were also “pros,” our read would be that Woods would have been wise to wear TWO condoms. In case he got a hole in one…

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But that was during the second Moon Landing … the first we’re celebrating holds special significance for Sleuth: Since my father was involved in the space program for four decades—one of the main reasons I felt compelled to adopt my shamus pseudonym—I spent boyhood summers at Cape Canaveral as it was being built…and in later years became friendly with the second man to walk on the moon, Buzz Aldrin—who remains in terrific shape {which is why he has no objections to showing his face}!

My hometown paper trumpeted the feat the following morning, with flight commander Neil Armstrong replying to Richard Nixon’s congratulatory phone call to the moon: “Thank you, Mr. President. It’s a great honor and privilege for us to be here representing not only the United States but men of peace of all nations, men with interests and a curiosity and men with a vision for the future.” But what about the women?

40 years later, when President Obama welcomed the trio—Michael Collins had orbited above in the Command Module–he couldn’t help gushing…and neither could Sleuth’s buddy Buzz when he laid (eyes on) the heavenly body of swinger MAMIE VAN DOREN shortly after returning from the Moon. “On this 40th anniversary of the first landing on the moon,” Mamie just emailed me, “my thoughts go to that romantic adventurer, Buzz Aldrin. Buzz and I spent some memorable and erotic times together some decades ago, and he is often in my thoughts {as well as in her orbit these days}! After all, a man who could make it to the moon, could make it with me anytime.”

And while she’s also friendly with Aldrin’s wife of 21 years, Lois—a busty blonde in the mold of a certain Ms. VD—the similarities don’t end there: Buzz’s first wife, when he went to the Moon, was named Joan…which is Mamie’s real name! {Joan Lucille Olander}. “Listen! Aren’t you all excited?” Mrs. Aldrin screamed at reporters pelting her with “inane questions” soon after the Eagle set down. “They did it! They did it!!” As did her ex and Ms. X•citement, who clearly saw the universe through the same lens. How else to explain Mamie’s early starlet pose with a futuristic robot having an uncanny resemblance to Buzz beside his LEM (Lunar Excursion Module)! Or that both released new books just a year apart. Each has been honored on a bizarre postage stamp—”Lick ‘em and stick ‘em,” coos Mamie, as well as commemorated with a star on Hollywood’s Walk of Fame, less than a block apart: Buzz at 6300 Hollywood Blvd. with his crewmates, and Mamie at 7057 on the same street…though for some reason(s), the latter gets more visitors!

And while astronaut Aldrin has been immortalized in this painting as one of the world’s most famous Masons -alongside Mt. Rushmore sculptor Gutzon Borglum -only Mamie’s mountains have made it to the top! Both continue to keep a high profile these days, with Buzz marking the 40th anniversary by hosting a piano recital by the Boston Pops orchestra…and Mamie keeping tune in her incomparable way {com•pair to the way she showed Sleuth)! Aldrin waved from a car during the 1969 ticker tape parade down Broadway…while Van Doren did the same recently, with a galactic backdrop, in Hollywood. Why, Mamie’s mams were even compared to giant missile silos where the Apollo rockets were housed! It seems only their boots were different …

Yet perhaps the eeriest similarity between the former date mates is Mamie’s prescient performance -precisely one year before Buzz’s lunar landing -in the 1968 cult classic Voyage to the Planet of Prehistoric Women, when drive-in director Roger Corman asked unknown newcomer Peter Bogdanovich to film footage of Mamie to add a “sex angle” to a 1962 Soviet schlockfest called The Planet of Storms. “We cut to a shoreline,” reads Richard Romero’s review, “and Mamie Van Doren -wearing white spandex pants and seashells over her naughty bits -lies on the rocks and awakens.” According to Bogdanovich, the biggest challenge for his then-wife, costume designer Polly Platt {whom he dumped for starlet Cybill Shepherd while filming her topless 3 years later in The Last Picture Show} was “finding seas shells big enough for Mamie. But she managed somehow.” And somehow Mamie managed to gain re-entry 40 years later in the porn parody flick Sex Galaxy, as pneumatic Puma Swede shed her “sea shells by the sea shore” {as a pre-lewd to more adult tongue-twisters}.

Most surprising of all, however, was that the evil space traveler who menaced Mamie in Voyage to the Planet looks uncannily like balding Buzz! And speaking of surprising, the stacked sweater girl is as up front as ever these days, having hinted to Sleuth that “the Moon wasn’t all that Buzz Aldrin landed on around that time!” Shortly after he returned from space, it seems, and after he had divorced that other Joan, Mamie fondly recalls a night she and the astronaut spent under the stars on Malibu Beach. “I remember being on my back in the sand,” she teases, “and looking up at the full moon above us and thinking: “Wow! He just came from there, and now …”. Now head off to www.MamieVanDoren.com for her latest and greatest!

Standing rigid on the hard surface as he erects the flag, Buzz radioed Mission Control that “you have to be careful about where your center of mass is,” to maneuver on the Moon … and Mamie must’ve located hers expertly to allow him to dock. OK, enough mooning … this E-mission must END.

CENTERFOLDS IN SPACE

Mamie has been a fixture in Playboy -she shares her birthday with Ronald Reagan, Eva Braun, Babe Ruth, Axl Rose and Tom Brokaw -and its Mansion since the Sixties…but she was never a centerfold {nor a bedmate}. And while she has a firm connection to the first moon landing, it is the SECOND FLIGHT, Apollo 12, that really put the naughty bits in orbit !

“Does anyone know who the girl from Playboy magazine was, or which issue, that Alan Bean had a picture of on the moon,” read a recent post on the Collect Space.com fan forum. “Also, do we know who placed it in his equipment?” Well, here’s the universe•al truth from the Sleuth…

More relaxed after the nerve-wrecking first attempt, mission control contact David Scott -coincidentally the Gemini 8 mate of Neil Armstrong -decided to pull a prank on the 3rd and 4th men ever to step on the moon, commander Pete Conrad and pilot Alan Bean, and sneak two black & white photostat copies of Playboy Playmates into each of the cuff checklists that the moon-walkers wore on their wrists during their Extra-Vehicular Activity (EVA) excursions on the surface.

The first to discover the prank was Bean -note the checklist on his left cuff -when, in the midst of myriad tasks, he turned the page to find Miss December 1968 CYNTHIA MYERS -so hot {Sleuth supplies the original} that they had to be printed on fire proof paper -trimming her tree! But contrary to numerous ‘net nerds…and all four Wikipedia entries for the quartet…it wasn’t their centerfolds that became the first NASA Nudes, but rather images from the 1970 Playmate Calendar -which had been released shortly before “take off” on Nov. 14, 1969. Speaking of which, we’ve managed to un•Earth this rare outtake featuring a flash of pubic hair, which was totally forbidden in the bunny mag back then!

“It was about two and a half hours into the Extra-Vehicular Activity,” Alan Bean fondly recalled in the brilliant 2007 documentary In the Shadow of the Moon. “I flipped the page over and there she was!” {Merry Xmas}. Across the bare•n’ surface, Conrad was “flipping out” at the same time: “I hopped over to where Pete was {Cynthia two was familiar with the Bunny Hop},” Bean chuckles, “and showed him mine, and he showed me his” {thankfully, not their astro•nuts}.

Minutes later, Bean was hopping past Head Crater {we kid you not!}, prompting this dubious exchange, direct from NASA’s logs. Bean: “Oh, man. Conrad: “Does that look as good as it feels? Bean: “It does. Hey, I’ll tell you the way to do it, Pete!” Conrad: (Joyous laugh). Here I come, ready or not.” Their even more sensual-sounding exchange an hour later, while collecting rock samples, can best be illustrated with alternating Then & Now similiari•titties supplied to Sleuth by Cynthia. Bean: “Okay. Get a couple of big ones.” Conrad: “Oh, I wish we could get that, Al.” Bean: Try that one. That’s a good one.” Conrad: “Huh?” Bean: “A couple of nice ones right here” {with rare shaven pubes}. Conrad: “Oops” {all grown out today)! And in case you think we’re making this up, here’s the official time log …

“I had no idea that I’d been in space,” Cyn tells us…though she had a heavenly way with a telescope! “I had met a couple of astronauts -actually 9 or 10 of them at the Playboy Mansion {once again, buddy Buzz boldly went where no one had before} -but it wasn’t until I met a wonderful guy on the Internet who was a fan of space sexploitation…er, I mean, space exploration. ‘Have you met Al Bean?’ he asked me, and I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.” But nowadays, Miss December is open to discussion (her e-mail from last week).

Picked by Playboy as the # 10 Centerfold of the Century {with No. 20, DeDe Lind}, Cyn recently had a 40th Anniversary of her own! And amazingly, it was recognized by Schlitz Beer, which has just launched a “Summer of 69″ Tour -fronted by magnificent Myers as its “Gusto Girl.” Sleuth dug up the uncut original pose, but it wasn’t just “Back Then” that her body quenched thirsts: “I love to be able to put on a nice, sexy dress and still be able to fill it out in all the right places,” she coos. Our beer babe is hardly ready to head off into the sunset, but has one regret regarding her moon man: “We have 3 Purple Hearts in my military family, and my grandfather, uncles and mother would have loved my going to the Moon. And they died without ever knowing about it. And that makes me sad.”

What makes her glad is hearing from fans at: Cynthia Myers, Box 10, Llano, CA 93544-0010 as well as those who buy her autographed 8 x 10s from: www.CynthiaMyers.com. “I didn’t realize that my boobs were that big!” she laughs about her Double-D 39s in ‘69…but nobody’s laughing now. Her “moon shot” included instructions for the astronauts to follow: “DON’T FORGET DESCRIBE THE PROTUBERANCES,” and Cyn can only imagine how not having to deal with gravity would have felt on the weightless Moon: “I’d have a big advantage…I’m real,” she points out. “I have no silicone, so I would have stood up proudly anyway. I want to thank Al Bean for that {standing at attention -he’s inspired me to keep everything in the right place” {three cheers for the red, white and boobs}! No wonder Apollo Al still has that checklist today…though with several grandkids around, it sometimes falls into the wrong hands.
Much like today’s DVDs and Blu-ray discs, Prankster Dave Scott -who made it to the Moon as Apollo 15 commander -managed to sneak some “Bonus Comments” into Bean’s cuff checklist…including Miss January 1969, LESLIE BIANCHINI, whose “Activity” Bean was instructed to “Survey” {the original is provided for closer inspection}. Surely one of the most beautiful Playmates ever, the 36B-24-37 Bianchini also had one of the most perfect Hutch hindquarters {even more pert in this unused outtake}. Al•ass, Leslie turned her back on modeling soon after landing on the moon…and retired to Malibu to train Arabian horses.

“I had no idea they were with us,” Alan Bean’s Apollo 12 cutup commander Charles “Pete” Conrad chuckled back in 1994. “It wasn’t until we actually got out on the lunar surface {Pete erects the flag} and were well into our first moon walk that I found them.” And by “them,” he means REAGAN WILSON’s. The original shows just how (hay)stacked the 40DD-25-35 Miss October 1967 was back then…and she’s still a barn burner today, telling Sleuth:”I’ve lost some weight, so I’d say I’m around 38D-29-37 now” … at age 62! “Yes, the picture taken to the Moon was my calendar shot,” Reagan continues, “which is called ‘Hi There Cowboy‘ (top right) and available for sale on my site,” www.ReaganWilson.com. “And I’ll be happy to sign them too.” Her real name is Diane {as in this rare 1972 pictorial} , but since the aspiring actress was performing in Shakespeare at the time she was given the gatefold, she adapted the name of King Lear’s middle daughter Regan…then added the surname Wilson…ironically the real middle name of Ronald Reagan, whose adopted son Michael she “often hung out” with. Clearly he likes buxom blondes.

“I didn’t know until many years later that my photo went to the Moon,” the curvy California native tells us, “until an article appeared in Playboy about it. Having my picture taken there was one of those experiences that is so special and unusual that I’m still getting asked about it. E! Entertainment arranged a meeting with Pete Conrad and me at his amazing jet propulsion laboratory in Newport Beach, which was a real thrill. I had lunch with him and talked about moon flight. I had always wanted to know how long it took to go to the Moon and he said two days {actually five}. He died on his motorcycle not long after”… crashing his Harley on July 8, 1999 and being buried with full military honors at Arlington National Cemetery.

“We giggled and laughed so much,” Conrad quipped about discovering the Playmates on his moon walk with Bean, “that people accused us of being drunk or having ’space rapture.’” And who could blame them? -considering this post-Playboy pose of Reagan, also sold on her site, the well worn original of which Sleuth has treasured since 1975! Her “great passion was traveling” {though also quite a handful At Home}, so it’s only fitting that Reagan recently remarked to Sleuth: “The floating wonderful feeling they showed in the movie Apollo 13 was what I imagined it would be like to be in outer space with my clothes off … and some cute astronauts in a space capsule is my idea of a really exciting journey! When I met Tom Hanks at a party honoring the astronauts he thought it was ‘a great thing I’d done for my country’ -maybe tongue in cheek but very charming. And to be honest,” the candid centerfold continues, “it would be refreshing for someone of my ‘magnitude‘ to not have to worry about support while in zero gravity.” In a similar laid back pose today, ravishing Reagan supports the merits of having “zero” done!

“We didn’t get boob jobs,” she smiled the other day. “They didn’t even have boob jobs back then!” Which may be why she feels, “I still look good … at least that 23-year-old guy yesterday thought so!” Guys of all ages should share their thoughts {and order some of her views} by e-mailing at: dhornig@gmail.com or writing to: Reagan Wilson, Suite 867, 1223 Wilshire Blvd., Santa Monica, CA 90403. “I’m hoping to reconnect with a lot of collectors that I’ve lost touch with by virtue of this Celebrity Sleuth Spotlight,” Reagan e-mails us. “I’m hoping to hear from some old friends from the past as well as the new collectors.”

One bosomy bud she may be hearing from is fellow traveler Cynthia Myers, who admits feeling “overlooked” when “everyone was talking about Reagan Wilson going to the Moon, and I hadn’t even been told I was on the same flight!” When I tell Reagan this, she says: “I’d never heard that Cynthia’s photo was on Apollo 12. I only knew about Angela Dorian {the ‘other women’ on Conrad’s list, next paragraph} and me! I’ve seen Cynthia at a bunch of conventions and she’s never even mentioned it.” Only Miss December 1978, Janet Quist separates them at the con-fab, so perhaps fans can one day dream of the two “Amazon Playmates on the Moon” settling this once and for all -as Reagan did with a “similar to Cyn” brunette in this vintage catfight that Sleuth hit upon!

Conversely, Wilson and Myers have yet to run into the fourth and final female ever to land on the Moon, and the second snuck into Pete Conrad’s cuff checklist, ANGELA DORIAN. That’s no reflection on her, since Miss September 1967 was a teen model {a rare window into the pose NASA later chose} and “one of the first actresses to do Playboy,” she pointed out. “I had twenty-six TV shows, all lead parts {including intergalactic Star Trek} under my belt, plus Rosemary’s Baby” where, trivia buffs note, Mia Farrow meets another young woman in her NYC apartment building and asks her if she “is the actress Victoria Vetri?” The “in joke” being that is actually her real name, though her character “Terry Gioniffrio” is billed in the credits by her “Playboy name” of Angela Dorian -which Vetri’s agent suggested to the 16-year-old starlet in 1961to capitalize on the famous 1956 shipwreck of the Italian luxury liner Andrea Doria.

“My family wasn’t too upset about it,” Victoria revealed about posing for Playboy. “My father being from Sicily and kind of old fashioned, was still an ass pincher {like her moon-baring jeans}. So he was kind of proud of it” … especially when his daughter became 1968 Playmate of the Year! “I’m crazy about the Sun,” she said at the time. “It’s so impossibly warm and beautiful.” An apt self-description, a year later, when the Moon was on her horizon!

Fittingly, her final film credit was 1973’s Invasion of the Bee Girls, in which research scientist Vetri is snatched and stripped by shade-y aliens who try to transform her into an “intercourse-intent insect” who will “sexually exhaust” human men. “I had fun making it,” the buxom blonde buzzed, “but I preferred the shooting title The Honey Factor” … though they cleverly covered her honey pot with a prop! She also insisted on keeping it covered when the bunny mag came calling for a 1986 “Playmates Forever” retrospective: “I had already established that I hated Playboy and everything it stood for,” Victoria vented. ‘”And then my agent said, ‘Well, it can’t hurt.’ I said, ‘OK, on one condition. I did Playboy B.P. – Before Pubic. I’m not going to show any frontal nudity. I want it as modest as I can have it and I refuse to pose as if I’m visiting my gynecologist like these other girls.’ So they said, ‘OK, fine.’ I got what I wanted.” So did Sleuth, when his sting operation netted the 36-21-35 Bee Girl victim’s only pubic peeks ever!

And even though she disappeared from the public eye after suffering “a broken nose and broken ribs following a brutal attack” in her home, we’ve also been able to find the most recent known photo of the still-lovely sexagenarian and uncover the fact that she now lives quietly as “Victoria C. Vetri” or “Victoria Cecilia Rathgeb” {her fourth marriage} in West Hollywood.

But someone who clearly hasn’t forgotten her is acclaimed author of The Da Vinci Code, Dan Brown, who named the heroine of its prequel, Angels & Demons, “Vittoria Vetra.” Brown acknowledges that he “is a long-time admirer of the actress and intentionally modeled” Angels & Demons’ Italian physicist on Vetri. He certainly modeled his buxom blonde wife Blythe after Victoria as well! And in the recently released 2009 film of his book, Vittoria Vetra is played by Israeli beauty Ayelet Zurer. Naturally, Sleuth solves the mystery by finding Ayelet undressed in the obscure foreign film Fugitive Pieces !

So as we conclude this longest-ever post on the Apollo Anniversary and its Playmate past … it seems only “The Right Stuff” that we END by landing on the first Native American centerfold, for October 1966 … Linda MOON.

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The women chosen will generally be in the news at that particular time, either because they’ve just come out with a hit film, they’ve just “come out” {as loving the ladies}, or perhaps they’ve just gone out {to the great beyond}!

Such is the case with our first Spotlighted Celeb–who better to inaugurate a site dedicated to finding long-hidden revelations than that long-hidden heroine of millions of men’s fantasies, the legendary BETTIE PAGE !

This gorgeous “Ghost of Christmas Past” didn’t quite make it to her 86th Christmas, succumbing to a heart attack two weeks shy of 2008’s Noel. “My biggest regret,” Bettie admitted a year before she died—a measure of her fame was being pictured (along with Paul Newman, Tim Russert and Bernie Mac) on AOL’s “In Memorium” review of the year—”is that I didn’t answer that telegram to be a movie star at Warner Bros.” The young starlet rejected both a screen test and honcho Howard Hughes! “I’ve heard that even Marilyn Monroe went to bed with one of them at 20th Century Fox (arranged by her smitten agent Johnny Hyde), in order to get into the movies,” Page dished. “If I had wanted to do that, I might have been a movie star in 1948!” Ironic then, that 60 years later Bettie was laid to rest at Westwood Memorial Park within sight of Marilyn’s famous wall crypt (top left in the right rear)!

Since this is our very first Celeb Spotlight, let’s conclude by revealing these rare debuts from “The All-Time Queen of the Pinups” … her very first: pinup pose (at 15); modeling composite (from San Francisco in 1945); visit to New York City (1947, who’d have guessed?!); professional headshot; studio pose (holding her shirt closed); tentative topless exposure; and full nude–accidentally exposiing her pubic hair (totally forbidden at the time)!

LEARNING THE ROPES

“I was trying to be the Valedictorian in high school,” Bettie Mae Page recalled, “because if you were first in your class you would win a 4-year scholarship to Vanderbilt University. I was beat out by one quarter of a point—all I got was a $100 scholarship to George Peabody teachers college in Nashville.” Our salute to the Salutatorian of Hume-Fogg High, Class of 1940, shows Bettie was also voted “Most Likely to Succeed” by her classmates, who left her “nothing” in the class will because “she already has everything.” Alas, she had too much—when she tried teaching 5th and 6th grade, Miss Page was all the rage: “I couldn’t control my students, especially the boys. They would make cat calls at me.” Gee, wonder why…

Though she’d later go on to inspire lunch boxes and dolls in her image, the teacher-turned-typist admits: “I was never the girl next door.” Especially after she moved…to the Big Apple…and was spotted strolling the beach at Coney Island in October 1950 by NYPD cop and amateur photographer Jerry Tibbs. “He gave me his card,” Bettie shrugged, “and offered to make up a portfolio for me free of charge.” But not free of hassle: “I didn’t like what he did with my breasts. He had me stuff Kleenex inside the bikini. I didn’t need the Kleenex.” But she did need “a look”…which Tibbs came up with: “Jerry said I had a very high protruding forehead, and that I’d look good with bangs. I’ve been wearing them ever since.” He also had her wear some mild fetish attire in one shoot–which caught the attention of “New York’s pin-up and bondage king,” Irving Klaw … and that was all she rope.

The only thing I find upsetting,” Bettie later revealed, “is that they keep referring to me as the Queen of Bondage. The only bondage posing I ever did was for Irving Klaw and his sister Paula,” she made clear {the trio became “like family”}. “Usually they would shoot 4 or 5 models every Saturday. He wouldn’t pay for the regular pictures unless we did some bondage. So I did the bondage shots to get paid for the other photos! And that was the only reason I did it. I never had any inkling that way {liking to be tied up}. You had to do the bondage or you didn’t get paid!” And how much was Page paid for these 4-hour sessions? “Eighty dollars” {Paula Klaw recalled it was $100 “with a tip”}. And here’s the best tip of all: Sleuth got to know Paula quite well in the ’80s and ’90s…and she gifted him with many rare original prints she and her brother had taken of Bettie in bondage. So let’s share, shall we?

“Irving was a wonderful man,” the model who made him famous felt {the notation at bottom right of this original indicates it was the 357th shot they printed of “BP”}. “For years it was rumored that he and I were involved, but that was ridiculous”—besides, she quickly became the “love object” of Klaw’s anonymous benefactor , known only as “Little John”! And “Paula was one of the nicest women I’ve ever known in my life—bar none {Lili Taylor played her in the 2006 film The Notorious Bettie Page}. Only Paula was allowed to tie us up. She never tied any ropes too tight.” Knot ever?!

The bondage sessions “were safe and relaxed,” Bettie remembered…and in those days when models “took a coke break,” it was much more innocent. The only time it wasn’t, she was genuinely afraid: “I had just one bad experience,” the model moaned in her deep Southern drawl, “when I was tied spread-eagled between two big wooden beams with my arms up and out and my legs spread and then my feet were about 6 inches off the ground and before they got through taking what seemed like umpteen pictures, I thought it was gonna pull the sockets right out of my shoulders. And I started hollering, ‘Hurry up, I’m hurting!’ Later, Irving Klaw told me that those pictures of me spread-eagled off the ground sold more than any pictures he ever sold in all of his years of selling pin-ups and even movie star pictures, those things of me in agony,” she laughed.

Otherwise, Bettie was “delighted to admit” the bondage sessions were “a ball” … make that ball gag! “It was fun {a real sight gag. Much like this rarity of Page playing a reel Lucille Ball gag!} I got a kick out of it {floored with legs reared up}. But I never thought those pictures would have such a lasting effect.” With no END in sight…

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