Bettie Page Reveals All Page #3

something like that,

to see a double feature.

One night, I was very lonely,

and I was walking along Broadway,

and a good looking fella came up

and started talking to

me, introduced himself.

He was very polite and courteous,

seemed like a very nice fella.

He asked me, "Would

like to go dancing?"

I said, "Sure, I'd love to go."

So we got in the car,

and he and I sat in the back,

and the girlfriend and

the boyfriend driving.

Well, we stopped at a red light,

and two guys jumped in the car.

We went farther on,

two more fellas got in the car.

But when it hit me, a big

pain shot through me

as we crossed that

bridge and I thought,

"We are not going dancing."

You can imagine how you

would have felt then

with six men in the car

and the two women.

The guy in front and his girlfriend

got out of the car and

went behind the building.

I thought real fast, and

I said I'm menstruating,

you can't have sex with me.

And all five of those

snakes forced me

to perform oral sex

on every one of them.

They could have killed me or something

and left me dead behind that school.

I went home to Mama right

away, I was so frightened.

Back in New York, the first

secretarial job I ever had

in New York was for the

American Bread Company.

I was a secretary to

the office manager.

I had a small room up on the fifth

floor of an old brownstone house.

Somebody knocked on the

door around midnight.

Who is it?

And he said, "Bettie, open

the door, it's Billy."

- What do you want?

- "Let me in."

A friend of mine in the next

apartment, a little fella named Jimmy,

a 50-year-old man,

came out to the door

and asked what was going on.

Well, Billy told him to

mind his own business,

and he cut little Jimmy

across the face,

a couple of inches

with a knife now.

He was going to kill me with a

knife is what he was going to do.

He must have left.

He didn't come back.

I was working as

secretary, way up high

in the Eastern Airlines

building on the 12th floor,

overlooking the skating

rink in Rockefeller Center,

a very nice place to work.

And that's where I met the love

of my life, Carlos Garcia Arrese.

You know I was a nut over

dancing back in those days.

And he taught me the rumba, and

mambo, and cha-cha, and samba.

And he was very good at it.

Well, we dated and we

were making mad love,

he was a very good lover.

One night I was up

at his apartment,

all of a sudden, a big

loud knocking on the door,

"Carlos, open up the door,

I know you're in there."

And she was really mad, and I

thought, oh gosh, who's that?

And he said, "Bettie,

that's my wife."

I said, "Your wife!"

I never felt so low in my

life, I felt like two cents.

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