When people find out where I work, they’re usually awed. The first question is always, “Do the girls just walk around naked all day in the office?” It saddens me to know that I am about to damage their psyche in telling them the truth. So, after I wipe the drool from their mouths, tell them that no, there are no job openings, and apologize for ruining their fantasy, I lay the cold hard truth at their feet—that’s not how the office operates.
I tell them that the beautiful naked girls have their photo shoots elsewhere. There’s a split second of disappointment and sadness, but then I hit them with, “but I get to look at them all day on my computer screen, and in the pages of all of our publications. And then there are the videos I have to watch all the time.” I’m a hero once again with “THE best job ever!” And they’re right!
I come to work and pick from the many letters you, our faithful friends, send in. I read about your salacious hookups and lifestyle changes. You open your sex lives to us and share your experiences, and I get to select from all the juicy tales of tawdry trysts to create the right combination of stories for the next great issue of Letters! What job in the world could be better than that?
The most rewarding part of this job is knowing that what we do here is appreciated and in demand. I get e-mails, letters and voicemail messages from many of you asking questions, stating what you liked in a particular issue, or asking for specific categories to be run in upcoming issues. It’s awesome, and it makes the daunting task of having to look at all those gorgeous, naked women and men all day wink, wink , worth it.
Your reward is knowing that we’re here to serve you and make your fantasies come to life in the pages of our magazines. You have a voice here at Penthouse Letters. We’re more than happy to read—and publish—your dirty tales of lust, love and longing.
So what’s my message to you? Please, keep them coming!—Kathy Cavanaugh
