Inside Seka - The Platinum Princess of Porn (29 page)

Posing me as Marlene Dietrich.

Looking like I’m ready for a roller disco.

Dietrich again.

Getting wild.

32.
Good Times

Living in downtown Chicago, I was the toast of the town. In the mid-eighties there was hot nightlife and no matter where I went, I didn’t have to wait for tables or on lines. I was invited to all the new nightclubs and didn’t pay for a drink or a meal. I was having a ball.

I even hired a PR person. Pornography was such a hot topic and a lot of the attention given to me was about my case. I had the balls to use the RICO Act and won, so I was continually doing TV talk shows from L.A. to New York. Meanwhile, the mail order business was doing very well and I was still working at
Club.
For once, life didn’t have any rough spots.

There was a nightclub called Limelight that had a big opening in Chicago, which was hyped for a couple of months. Everybody wanted to get into the event. Special invitations went out to certain people to enter first, because there were lines down the street. There were tons of limos. It was an old Shriners Hall, which was kind of gothic looking in a way. Neat rooms. VIP areas. I went and it was absolutely one of the craziest nights ever in Chicago. As the doors opened, the flashbulbs start going off. There were so many flashes you couldn’t see anything. It took like forty minutes to walk up the stairs because I was literally blinded. My friend Ronnie, who was my hairdresser at the time, was with me and we didn’t get home until five o’clock in the morning.

Champagne was flowing like water. Anybody who was anyone was there. Oprah Winfrey, all of Chicago’s pro athletes. It didn’t matter which team: the White Sox, the Cubs, the Bears, and the Bulls. Even other club owners were coming in. Restaurant owners. Magazine editors. And an awful lot of networking. It was overwhelming because everybody wanted to talk to me.

I had never really experienced anything like this. I was used to autograph signings and appearances, but this was different because these were press people who could take me to other levels in my career. I was proud that I didn’t have anyone telling me what to say or what to wear. I was on my own now and it felt like the first time leaving home without answering to anyone.

I also went to the International Film Festival and it was full of people from all over the world. Dolph Lundgren was there and I went out with him once. He was a very good-looking man and we all know he’s built very well. But very strange. He was extremely quiet and shy for someone who wanted to take me home. At the time, he had just broken up with Grace Jones, because in bed he kept comparing my nipples to hers. I guess he had a thing for nipples. Oddly, for somebody who had a body like his, he always tried to cover himself with a robe or a towel. There wasn’t anything wrong with him at all, believe me. He looked like a Greek God and was one of the best male specimens I have ever seen. The whole date, as well as the sex, though, just didn’t live up to my expectations. He called again the next time he was in town but I told him I had a prior engagement. I tried to be nice.

I also met Matt Dillon at Limelight. He was a lot of fun. And a hottie. He came over and was talking to me for a few minutes and I was in the mood, so I said, “Do you want to get out of here?” He quickly responded, “Yes.” Simple as that. Big difference between men and women: when men go out, they wonder if they’re going to get laid. When women go out, we
choose
whether we’re going to get laid.

We went to my place and went at it for a couple of hours. He was getting very relaxed afterwards and started to go to sleep. I basically did a boy thing and said, “Look, you need to get up and put your clothes on and go back to your hotel. I’m not your mother. I’m not going to clean up after you.” He didn’t get pissed off, but he had a look like a little hurt puppy. He was certainly good at what he did, though.

Gary Busey, on the other hand, was a train wreck. The door guys at the China Club said Gary wanted to meet me and go to a hockey game. I was exhausted, but said I would. I can’t say whether I did it because it was him or because it was a Blackhawks game.

He was not a pleasant person at all. He took me out but paid no attention to me whatsoever. When he was ready to leave, his crew wanted to go out. He said, “We’re not taking you home. You’re going with us.” And he said it belligerently.

I said. “Fine,” and walked right out of the car.

Twenty years later we worked the Hollywood Collectors Show and he came up to my booth and was looking around. I said, “Gary, how have you been?” He said, “Do I know you?” He seemed fried. It wasn’t worth the effort to remind him about our “date.”

I didn’t really have a boyfriend at the time, per se. I knew by then most guys weren’t asking me out because they wanted to know me. They were asking Seka out and to see if they could score. It didn’t affect my view of men in a bad way. I didn’t really want a relationship at the time anyway. I was having too much fun to be tied down. If I wanted to get laid it wasn’t difficult for me to do; I could just ask. No fuss, no muss.

I think every person goes through a period where they’re single and feeling completely free, as well as free of guilt. For most people, it happens when they’re in high school or college or shortly thereafter. For this eighteen-year-old wedding night virgin, that time was now. Call me slow, but I finally got around to it and it felt good. I was old enough to know it was just a phase, but I soaked it up and was happy while it lasted.

I also went out with Billy Connors, the pitching coach of the Chicago Cubs. I’d visit him in the off-season in Florida and I’d spend a couple of weeks at a time with him there. Even though we were intimate, we were really good friends. I’d go to spring training once in a while. The players treated me wonderfully. They were gentlemen. And that’s when the Cubs had some ball players who could really, really play, even though they unfortunately never made it to the World Series. I’ve always been into baseball, so I went to a lot of games in the summertime.

Guys like sports, I like sports, so I was always a fun date even if it didn’t morph into sex. Through Billy, I got to know the Cubs, but sports is a small world in any major league city, so I got to know White Sox players, Blackhawks, Bulls, you name it.

When you’re a porn star, there’s rarely any neutral ground. People tend to either love you or hate you. I remember seeing big Horace Grant of the Bulls in a restaurant. Such a tough guy on the court, but a sweetie off of it. As I approached, Horace rose from his seat and pulled a chair out for me like a proper gentleman should. He was sharing a table with Scottie “No Tippin’” Pippin. Scottie, who fans thought was the nicer guy, not only didn’t acknowledge me, he turned to Horace and said loud enough for anyone to hear, “Why are you being nice to
her?”
Like I was some sort of disease.

Horace immediately straightened Pippin out, saying, “You need to shut your mouth. You’re in front of a lady. She’s a very nice woman.”

I had an almost identical thing happen with Otis Wilson of the Super Bowl Shuffle Bears. Otis was a darling, but again, one time he was out with a teammate and the teammate immediately thought he could talk to me like a piece of trash and Otis nearly came to blows with him. It was always a mixed blessing. Fame got me close to wonderful people like Horace and Otis, but notoriety made others think they could treat me like I was subhuman.

There were always celebrities in Chicago shooting movies because of the architecture. On screen, it passed for any number of American cities. I was asked to play myself in the Jessica Lange movie
Men Don’t Leave.
She played a divorced woman with two children who was financially strapped, and her two sons were trying to help her with the money situation. They took a VCR to sell to this fence who had all these VCRs and TVs. One of the movies playing on a TV was a Seka film. So they brought me in to recreate a porn scene. If they thought about it, all they needed to do was ask a film company for a three minute clip, but instead they had me on the set for a couple of days. It was kind of fun watching real Hollywood in action, especially after all that casting couch bullshit that never turned into anything real.

The actors were very nice. Down to earth. Just pleasant people. As always though, it’s the producers and people behind the scenes — the decision makers — who give you attitude. Because I had done adult films, I was not looked at as a real actor and it made them think they could take liberties. “How about a blow job?” “How about us getting laid?” I’d look at these creeps and say, “I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on Earth.” What did they think I was going to say? “Okay, drop your drawers. Do me right here.”

I wasn’t afraid to speak my mind anymore, but it was hurtful. I could understand if it’s Joe Average. Guys come on all gross and sexual to girls in clubs all the time. But when it’s people in the movie or entertainment business, I’m just like, “My God, how ignorant can you be?” They know how the business works. Adult stars are no different than anyone else. The disrespect bothers me. There are plenty of Hollywood stars who get naked on screen, and they wouldn’t talk to them like that. But they feel with someone like me it’s okay. Ironically, in the adult business, producers wouldn’t think to do this. Not to me anyway. If they wanted to get me laid, they wanted to get me laid on screen so we could all make money. But I guess that will always happen. People can be very brazen. They still do that stuff to me. Because you’ve had sex on camera, they feel you’ll spread your legs for anyone. I may be a very sexual person, but they think you’re some indiscriminate sex-crazed nymphomaniac.

There’s also the power game. They have the power, and Hollywood is teeming with girls who want to be movie stars. They’d never dare proposition Julia Roberts or someone like that, but before Julia Roberts was Julia Roberts, who knew how many of these lechers she had to fend off? But with a major adult star trying to cross over, it was like trolling for little starlets again, ‘cept I didn’t play.