Second Chances

As Bianca made her way down the rickety steps of the Watershed Heights apartment buildings, she couldn't help but smile at the sounds of Ms. Pigg's sousaphone. Despite the mold, the leaky ceilings, and the mice infestation, she couldn't deny the eccentric nature of her neighbors. Bianca loved friendly people more than anything. Ms. Pigg seemed friendly enough. Back at the mansion everyone was so warm and inviting, that is, to everyone except fat bunnies apparently. Bianca shoved open the greasy door that led to the lobby. As she made her way to the front of the building she smiled at Ms. Pigg making sure to return her enthusiastic wave.

As Bianca stepped outside she could immediately smell the tempting scents of Mr. Foo's Vietnamese restaurant. On this afternoon her grumbling stomach seemed to scream louder than her dieting conscience. After but a moments hesitation she skipped across the street making sure to avoid the giant manhole that was almost always left uncovered. Bianca ordered the family sized portion of the Com Bat Buu Suon as she cursed that Italian culinary genius who made her this way. Bianca quickly gobbled down her meal as she headed towards Second Chances.

When Bianca first moved to this new neighborhood she was quite pleased to discover the strip club so close to her apartment. Back at the mansion there were stripper poles located throughout the house and in the gym. The girls had gone to many amateur stripping classes together and found it to be a favorite form of exercise. With this in mind, a few nights after Bianca arrived in the city she submitted an application. Soon after the owner let Bianca know that at Second Chances there are physical requirements for their strippers and that from the looks of it she would not quite make the cut. He informed her that despite this he did like her and that if she made a commitment to change her body shape she could one day be promoted. Until then the only position that she was eligible for was the "shots girl". Wearing a slightly less revealing outfit, the shots girl's job was to walk around the club and encourage drinking among the customers. The only catch was that if the customer asked Bianca to drink with them it was a part of her job description to do so. Bianca was disappointed to receive yet another blow to her body image but soon thought better of the new opportunity. Bianca was used to heavy drinking after the many late night parties she experienced being a Playmate. Not to mention she naturally fulfilled the reputation that comes with being a typical party girl Guidette.

By 8:00 Bianca finally arrived at the club ready for the long night ahead of her. She slipped into her uniform making sure to tie her corset extra tight. With a last glance in the full length mirror Bianca, or "BB" as her name tag read, stepped out into the hazy main room. She combed her two-inch perfectly manicured nails though her dark hair as she surveyed her dancing coworkers and the slobbering men eagerly admiring them.

From Playmate to Poverty

Bianca Bonelli woke up around 3:00 pm on Friday. Louie, her Pomeranian pooch, was yipping away at the foot of her bed begging for breakfast. Bianca smiled as she rubbed the sleep away from her eyes ready for the familiar smells of the mansion to consume her. As her vision became clear, she surveyed the atrocious one room apartment that surrounded her. Bianca's harsh reality slowly began sink in just the same as it had every morning for the past two months.

Bianca, or "BB" as her friends back at the shore called her, was slowly being forced to grow accustomed to her new life. The former "Ms. July", Bianca had lived the past four years of her life in a whir of luxury, parties, and glamour at the Playboy Mansion. Her dark skin and Italian flare had always made for a stunning photograph. Bianca's heritage and love for a great time had classified her for many years as what is most popularly known as a "Guidette". The nails, the tan, and the attitude, all gave Bianca the entire package and the perfect edge to maintain an honored spot in the Playboy family. She lived the perfect life, and at age 24 things couldn't have been better.

Our story here takes a turn around the time for the 2010 calendar photo shoot. As we all know, with being Italian comes the love for a good Italian meal. It so happens that at the mansion there also lived a young Italian chef that loved to cook his best dishes for Bianca. Every night he would create for her meal after meal of the best pastas and breads for miles around. Bianca loved to gorge herself on these lavish dishes that reminded her of her home back at the Jersey Shore. As time for the shoot drew nearer, Bianca began to experience some changes in her once seemingly perfect physique.

One morning as Bianca attempted to slip into her favorite mini dress, the sounds of ripping seams filled her ears. She looked down to discover that the elastic top would barely draw up over her darkly tanned thighs. Bianca anxiously slipped into a pair of Ed Hardy sweatpants as she left her room to find Hugh, the only man who could make her feel better at such a concerning time. Little to Bianca's knowledge, the conversation the two shared that morning would mark the very moment that began the journey to her dark new future.

As it turns out Hugh, along with the other Playmate's in the mansion, had noticed Bianca's weight gain long ago. Hugh calmly explained to her that there simply were no fat Playmates and that she would have to pack her things and leave the mansion by night fall. The next two months would lead Bianca (and Louie of course) to a whole new life far from anything she had ever known. Too humiliated to return home, with no college degree, no money, and no hope, Bianca had found herself living in this tiny apartment far away from her former home in LA and even farther from her friends and family in back in Jersey. As all of these sad truths came tumbling back to her, Bianca slowly lifted herself off her mattress folding it back into the wall that it pulls out of.

Bianca filled Louie's bowl and began to dress herself for the afternoon shift at "Second Chances".