This is a story of two girls, Karen and Evonne who flew in from Miami, Florida to experience "a midsummer's night dream" at the Playboy Mansion with icon Hugh Hefner.

Let's start from the beginning so you can witness first-hand every minor detail through the girl's eyes. It was their first time in LA, their first time to visit the Playboy Mansion, their first time to meet Hugh Hefner. So you can imagine the excitement and adrenaline that flowed through their pretty bodies the entire three-day visit and beyond.

It takes a more than a day to get ready for Hef's parties. It's all about the tiny details of feminine perfection - a two hour workout, manicure, pedicure, new lingerie, hair, make-up, a light meal, and rest.

The first stop was "Trashy Lingerie" - a sexy, fun place on La Cienega that often does wardrobe for movies, photo shoots and stars, in general. The girls tried on several outfits, and finally decided on the right one that made them feel sexy and beautiful.

Finally, the big day arrived... Karen and Evonne were waiting for me at my penthouse with camera in hand, and shot a picture as I was getting out of the car.

It was 5:00 p.m. and they had come for hair and make-up. We all took turns having it applied by a terrific make-up artist, Patty Weelock.

As time drew near, their excitement escalated. The anticipation brought on butterflies, and I loved watching their faces.

After we were fully dressed, we all had a toast of champagne and posed for a memento.

8:30 the phone rang... It was the driver that Hefner had sent to fetch us in a limousine. The girls were so elated that they quickly headed for the elevator in see-through lingerie -- forgetting their wraps.

When we climbed in, we noticed that champagne on ice had been uncorked and was waiting to be sipped. The driver poured three glasses, hopped into the front seat and we were on our way. The ride alone with terrific girls, tasty champagne, fresh white roses which were inserted at each corner of the car, and great music playing -- was a party in itself. Up the winding road of Sunset Boulevard, turning into the hills of Homby, we finally made our way to the main entrance of Hugh Hefner's estate.

At the gate, our names were crossed off the list, and we were given the okay to continue up his drive - tons of trees, small twinkling lights covered the bushes lining the driveway.

And in the center, a large Grecian water fountain surrounded by Limo's, Rolls, Bently's, Alpha Romeo's, Porsche's, Ferrari's, classic cars, and more limousines.

About 35 fella's dressed in red jackets attended to the cars and people. Evonne and Karen let out a yell of exhilaration. They said it was a dream come-true, a fairy tale. It gave them goose bumps.

Hef's foyer is like entering a King's castle.

Chandelier's hung from tall ceiling's, classic oil paintings by famous artists hung the walls. The floors were laid in marble. Over to the left was a huge winding staircase that led to his private quarters. But upon entering, one was met with several photographers waiting to shoot the current guest, walking through the entrance. Many high-profile celebrities, who didn't want to be bothered, in general, would stand against a wall in the quiet of the foyer. Jean Claude Van Dame was sitting on top of a desk in the entrance way most of the night. He's a very attractive man and rather shy, which I find charming.

What an event! . . . What a marvelous, magnificent array of fulfillment at the elegant Playboy Mansion. For men, it was comparable to dying and going straight to Candy Heaven. For women, it was a visual, sensual, seductive feast.

Walking from the foyer, outside on the grounds, Hef had a large tent that was set-up with a few bars at each end. Portable heating systems warmed the night air. Inside the tent was really, really warm and heating up even faster.

Hefner is one host who anticipates everyone's sensual needs and desires. A need is met with the flick of a hand or flash of an eye. The music was sensual and soulful. The food was scrumptious -- to please any palate, the ambiance and decor straight out of Fantasy Island or The Arabian Nights, and dessert was exotic and plentiful -- pies, cakes and fresh fruit.

Satin pillows for sitting with low, rounded tables devised for eating dinner, and relaxing. Hef sat on the pillows with his bevy of blonde beauties, his “girls next door.”

Huge screens were set up with Playboy centerfolds flashing across them, undressing, simultaneously touching themselves lasciviously until they were completely naked.

Then, as if the pictures moving on the screen were not erotic enough, there were more beautiful women in the flesh as far as the eye could see - like cgi -- scantily dressed and alone for hundreds of yards. Goddess Heaven - tall girls, medium sized girls, petite girls -- blondes galore, brunettes, redheads -- you name it . . . regal glory. Girls! Girls! Girls!

I noticed a lot of men running to the restroom and staying in there quite a long time. I know because the girl/boy facilities were close together. Some were unisex.

Most of the people were simply awe-struck-- not knowing what to think, or what to do, or who to look at next. I don't think anyone had a conversation that meant anything. It was all about "Beautiful Babes and Stars."

Glancing around the room, one would see George Clooney, Dennis Quaid, Terrance Howard, Dennis Daysbert - having pictures taken with lovely girls vying for their attention. Or standing near the large bar were Matt Damon and Ben Afflect. Or Hef chatting with James Caan, and friends Gary Busy and Ed Lauter, obliging to a photo op with the girls I brought to the show. There were so many stars under the tent that night, I can't remember all the names, but you get the idea! It was like being in a movie.

Girls were walking around holding hands, caressing, and lounging on the satin pillows with other girls. The effect was extremely friendly and sexy. See-through fabrics, thong panties, g-strings, boa's, silks, leather, high boots, six-inch spike heels, silk kimono robes, et cetera were the fare. The girl's nearly nude bodies were definitely dessert for the men, and also for one another. Sometimes I think girls relish turning on other girls just as much as they enjoy turning on the male sector.

As the night grew longer, the mood of the people became more loose and more sensual. The night air was filled with spicy and herbal scents that are reminiscent of the tropics. Around midnight, a few clothing pieces started peeling off hard bodies -- Robes that were once closed, became opened and omitted. Actually, no one was entirely naked, except for a girl who walked around with her upper torso "body painted" in an exquisite design. It was difficult to decipher her nakedness, except when she turned at certain angles -- and then, of course, everything intimate was revealed. But the lights were low and left much to the imagination.

In another section of the tent, one would see Leonardo DiCaprio surrounded by a few body guards, and a stream of girls waiting in line to have a look -- Dan Aykroyd, Kevin Costner, Tori & Dean, Mandy Bentley, Cortney Love, Puff Daddy, Kareem Abdul Jabbar, Playmates of the year -- of the month, and hundreds of wanna be's. But every girl was blessed with something beautiful.

It was a fine, sexy evening that lasted until morning, and one of the few times everyone under the tent was truly having a great time. Maybe it was the full moon, maybe it was the magic of the night, or maybe it was a Midsummer Night's Dream. But this was the best Heftner party I've been to in many years, and I've attended over a thousand at his home through the years. Definitely, a winner!

Everyone had a fun time, and the people were nice, friendly, and open minded. It seemed that very few invites had an attitude. Everyone checked in their insecurities at the door and decided to party. IT WAS GREAT!

I danced a bit, ate some good food, talked to both new and old friends. Met several interesting folks in different professions -- doctors, attorney's, film moguls, business types, psychiatrists, movie stars, models, TV and soap opera stars. Music icons Gene Simmons, and his wife Shanon Tweed, Puff Daddy, sports hero's and so forth. You name it, they were there... somewhere, either hidden in a dark corner, or in the main stream of traffic lapping up the admiration and heaping praise.

I was the only writer at the party, so people were asking me to help them find the right mate. Out of all the beautiful girls and successful men, most of them talked about finding love with the right person. Can you imagine? But then everyone wants love in their life.

Towards the end of the evening, however, Playboy's internet group asked me to do an interview on-line, which I gladly did so. Afterwhich, we 3 ladies left the party at 3:00 a.m. It was a magical night!

All in all, the girl's experienced three days of tiny miracles topped off with a few STARS!!

Here are a few shots of the girls fast asleep on the floor.