Cassia Riley

LA Weekly Photo Shoot 3/9/06 With Jamie Lynn, Cassia Riley And Eve Mayfair

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Cassia Riley - Penthouse Pet Of The Year Runner-Up

Publicist Lainie Speiser emailed me Dec 29: "Come by the booth and interview Cassia Riley. She’s a sexy, sassy dirty girl. She’s way into hip hop, men with lots of tattoos and she always wears jeans that show her ass crack."

I stop by the booth and sit down with Cassia.

From Lainie's press release:

"I'm completely devoted to Penthouse and I love what I do," says gracious, sweet and petite Cassia Riley, Penthouse Magazine's Pet of the Year Runner Up for 2006. "This is the perfect job for me. I love thinking about all of the sexy guys who will be looking at my photos, I'll be traveling the world and hanging out with other gorgeous Penthouse Pets, and besides what other job would let me be naked all day?"

The 25-year-old from Los Angeles first graced the Penthouse pages in the April 2005 issue, also the very first time Cassia ever posed for a magazine scantily clad and/or otherwise. "I was managing a tanning salon and although I was good at that job I was restless and bored. I had this crazy, sexy wild side I needed to explore. I always used to watch the Penthouse Pets on Howard Stern's television show and I wanted to be one of them so badly!"

Once Cassia made the grade to Penthouse Magazine her enthusiasm and pride was so strong she tattooed the Penthouse key on the inside of her arm. "I'm proud to be a Penthouse Pet for life." In the coming year Cassia is looking forward to meeting her fans with Penthouse Pet of the Year Jamie Lynn whom she genuinely adores. "She tells everyone I'm her wife and I love that," and working hard on her brand new Penthouse website, www.sexycassia.com. "It's not just my name on there; I actually have become a real internet nerd and make a lot of the creative decisions and input."

During her down times, as short as they may be, Cassia enjoys staying at home, hanging out with friends and family and doting on her two pound Chihuahua, Rylie. "Yes I named her after myself, beneath my glamorous Pet of the Year Runner Up exterior is a real goofball who likes getting dirty and silly. I'll never change who I am." Cassia Riley graces the cover with an exclusive, brand, new photo shoot in the March 2006 issue of Penthouse Magazine, on sale at newsstands everywhere January 10.

Cassia says that as a kid she wanted to become a mom. "I don't want to be there right now, but I'm sure it'll happen. I've always wanted to be a mom and a wife. I never thought I'd end up in Penthouse."

"Did you get a bat mitzvah?"

"Oh no. My mom's Jewish. My dad's not. So I had the best of both worlds. I'm not a practicing Jew.

"In highschool, I hung out with normal people. I wasn't cool. I wasn't dorky. I was in the middle. I didn't do drugs. I drank. I was a little bit wild.

"My friend Jelena Jensen got me into the business. She introduced me to Stephen Hicks about a year ago. I started shooting for him right away.

"I don't do hardcore scenes. I do soft girl-girl videos."

"How has being a nude model affected your life?"

"It's made me more confident. I always knew I was a decent-looking girl, but I never thought that guys would drool over me. It's definitely boosted my self-esteem. My love life is better."

"How has your family reacted?"

"There are mixed reactions. My dad is all right with it. He doesn't love it. He deals with it. He's proud of me. It took my mom longer to warm up to it but she's proud of me too. Some of my family doesn't even know because they're real judgmental. One of my New Year's resolutions was to let all of my family know and they're going to accept me or they're out of my life. My mom didn't want me to let them all know."

"What type of men are you attracted to?"

"I love big guys with tattoos. I like the rough guy. I like a little bit of ghetto in them. You can't be a pretty boy. You can't wear Polo shirts. You've got to be hardcore. I like 'em bad."

"Has that ever been dangerous for you?"

"Oh no. It's only been good. I'm really careful about who I get involved with. I don't date around too much. I have a group of people I hang out with. I don't let anyone new come in and be crazy with me."

3/9/06

Penthouse Pets Jamie Lynn (POY 2006) And Cassia Riley (POY Runner-Up) Grace My Hovel With Eve Mayfair For LA Weekly Shoot

A Modern Orthodox journalist writes: "Now, be honest -- wouldn't [Cassia Riley] look so much better in a helmet-shaped wig and grungy ankle-length blue-jean skirt that looks like it hasn't seen the inside of a washing machine since around the time Monica first inhaled Bill's cigar? Luke, why do so many Orthodox young women look so unkempt and, well, smelly? I attended an Orthodox Feminist convention a few years ago and a good number of the attendees were almost defiantly ugly. And many of those who weren't pug ugly were about the most unfeminine creatures ever created (presumably) without penises. Is the word "frum" a derivative of "frumpy"?"

Women in business suits are my thing.

"Well, women in business suits are about the only women who still wear pantyhose, and there's nothing that makes a pair of legs look both elegant and feminine at the same time. It's amazing how quickly these trends take hold -- as recently as, say, 2000, nylons were still considered an essential in every woman's wardrobe. Almost overnight it changed. I've been at weddings where the girls were almost all bare-legged, and some even wore flip-flops. Nothing says "do me" like pasty-white legs and rubber shoes hinting of toe cheese and flaking heels."

Chaim Amalek writes:

ON THE ONE HAND: If you go into Borrough Park in Brooklyn, you see tons of young jewish mothers who are fit, trim, and pushing kids around in baby carriages. ON THE OTHER HAND: Feminists, be they Jewish or other, are almost by definition harridans who have been rejected by the society of men "Orthodox Feminist" sounds vomitous Fat, blubbery, rubbery, Craigslist and JDate rejects. "DO I CHALLENGE YOU? DO YOU FEAR ME, JEWISH MAN?"

I really like this black chick. By which I mean that I really like staring at her face and what not.

> She's sweet, smart, good grammar, and in love with another man.

Yeah, she should breed. Tell her I urge her to breed.

Well, if she told you that, why would you think you are going to be getting any of that?

> Triumph of hope. David Ben Gurion said that if you don't believe in miracles, you're not being realistic.

Stick to crank skanks. Any comments from these chicks on your estate? These are really hot pics. Taps into primordeal male fantasy of super hot babe sitting on the floor of a regular joe's hovel.

I got outrageous pics for the photographer of me in a black suit, white shirt, tie, yarmulke, pouring over sacred text while these three girls paw at me, pull my tie, kipa etc...sit on my lap. But my concentration on my studies did not waver as I once again turned my back on worldly pleasures to ponder the eternal verities.

Not once did any of these beautiful women (nor the photographer) make any negative comments about my hovel -- which is more than I can say for two-thirds of the dates I've brought over, some have insisted on turning around and leaving as soon as possible. Others who stayed would complain that they always left with bruises (not having a bed and all that).

The last time I had a woman this beautiful at my hovel was when Holly made a rare appearance just prior to the New Sensations party. We made out on the floor like squirrels on crack while my favorite Air Supply CD played in the background. Holly had never tasted such wild ecstasy. She couldn't get enough (for about three songs anyway).

I had to walk the girls (Jamie Lynn, Penthouse Pet of the Year, Cassia Riley POY runner-up, and Eve Mayfair) wearing lingerie past my landlady and then down to Pico Blvd Thursday morning. Cars were honking, stopping, people pouring out of stores and gaping and whistling and making comments and wanting to be in the picture. I have not experienced such horror since the evening Holly told me I was not her first lover.

It was a great time. I added a black porn star friend of mine, Eve Mayfair, for ethnic balance.

Jamie and Cassia say Holly must've taken some great photos of me. Actually, no, I don't think she's taken any photos of me. She must fear I'd crack her camera. Our time together was spent on scholarly pursuits.

A cynical worldly person emails me:

Yeah I’d like to see Eve, if she’s young, fresh and fine maybe she’s Pet material.

Oh please since when do you care about ethnic balance, are you getting a BJ out of this, you can tell me the truth. Jewish boys do LOVE the dark meat, they love black booty.

Those of us in the observant community do not touch women outside of marriage.

"The girls were great. Very professional. They brought plenty of clothes, their make-up was great (they even touched up Luke a bit), and they shot incredibly well. A great experience."

"Yeah sometimes a little mascara really brings out the intensity of Luke’s eyes, I’m glad the girls could be of assistance!

"Funny because Jewish men seem to really, really, really love JBs even more than the average man. And by the way, none of my girls are flakey no shows, this is Penthouse Magazine and we’re quality people of our word. You’re so used to all the skanks who are up all night doing crank and don’t make it anywhere. I bet my girls were on time and everything [15-minutes early!]. Just so you know for the future my word is SOLID.

"You’re a pretty good man Mr. Ford even though you’re Australian. I can say that you’re the only Australian person I’ve ever been fond of and befriended. But if you were a blood jew, you’d be all into the sistas."

Chaim writes: "What are all those pill bottles by your tv?"

Those are my medications. It's not easy to turn out a column like this without pharmacological help (in addition to natural remedies). The yellow boxes by the microwave are Dr. Natura's colon cleanser.

Chaim writes: "If you post that those are your HIV meds, you will be believed. Yeah, this is sort of what I had in mind, but with her looking at the book like she's reading it."

I like the Pets equally. Jamie is sweeter and more goyisha, Cassia is more profane and Jewish. I had to keep asking her to watch her language. She was yelling out the f-word and I feared my landlady or neighbors would hear and there would go my reputation.

"OMG I know what a potty mouth! I’m going to buy her a surprise over the weekend, a tee shirt that says “f--- you, you f---ing f---.” If you go on her my space is all giving the middle finger. That’s her signature posed, the middle finger, while Jamie’s is the eyebrow arch. I love them both equally though. And they truly love each other too."

Jamie’s wilder in the bedroom than Cassia, it's all talk with her, Jamie’s really the dominant.

The photographer and the girls wanted some music so I played my AOL favorites -- a mix of Debbie Gibson, John Denver and Christian hymns -- while the girls gyrated around me. They were a good sport. They made no criticisms. They saw the good in my poverty.

Pete writes: "Luke, The girls dressed up your hovel very nicely. Cassia is mind-boggling and I find the profane side of her charming. One thing is puzzling me...like Cougar in Top Gun, I've lost the edge. Of all of the photos, my favorite is this one. You're on fire, young man."

I spend 30 minutes cleaning up my hovel.

Photographer Kevin Scanlon (he shoots a lot for the Jewish Journal) shows up 25-minutes early, which is cool. He's a slight friendly chap. He looks around my hovel. So many possibilities. We bring in his lighting equipment.

The Penthouse Pets arrive at 9:45 am. I sneak them past my landlady. Cassia's sweats ride down her butt. Jamie's finishing off a cigarette.

They dump their bags of lingerie by my bookshelves and stuff themselves into my tiny bathroom and put on make-up. These girls are troopers. They make no complaints about their appalling working conditions. Really, Mexicans fresh out of the Rio Grande live better than I do. They work harder though.

I'm nervous, jumpy, in my black undertake suit.

Eve arrives at 10 am.

I email Lainie Speiser at Penthouse for permission to take a few pics of my own.

I arrange my four books on my shelf.

I'm relieved that the three girls get along. Jamie refers to Cassia as her wife.

Cassia's had two weeks off.

In the Valley, they live near each and Martina Warren and Charlie Lane.

I wish I had my taperecorder on to capture the chitchat but that might inhibit my models.

One complains (I better not say who, she told me not to publish this) repeatedly about cellulite that neither I nor the photographer can detect.

Kevin assures the girl that no photo will leave his computer unless it shows them at their best.

I've never made that assurance to anyone but Holly "everything's fair game but my cooking" Randall, and she doesn't believe me and insists on immediately deleting from my camera all photos of herself that she doesn't like. I like her straightforward vanity. It's better than when people pretend and manipulate.

I like using my relationship (or ex-relationship with Holly) to establish rapport with models. It helps for models to see me as a human being who's been able to establish a genuine friendship within the industry and doesn't just use every human encounter (only 99.9% of them) as fodder for his column.

People are not fodder. When will I internalize that value?

Cassia and Jamie are a riot. They love each other. They raise hell together. Cassia has a booming voice. I have to shush her. What will the neighbors think?

Eve is demure. Her emails are superb. Everything is spelled and punctuated correctly, so rare in a porn chick. She worked in offices in San Francisco for four years prior to entering Adult.

She's in love with a white guy. Most of her boys have been white. She likes to be a white boy's first black girl.

JaneAusten: Are you going to post about what grat work Cassia, Jamie, and Eve did on PornStarPerformance.com?
JaneAusten: I can't believe you played such crappy music JaneAusten: for a photo shoot
JaneAusten: don't you have any dance music cds?
Luke: i am exhausted
JaneAusten: What have you been doing?
Luke: not sleeping
JaneAusten: Did Holly keep you up last night?
Luke: no sex for a week
Luke: no we broke up
JaneAusten: Is it your chronic fatigue?
JaneAusten: I wouldn't notice that you broke up since you keep writing about her every day
JaneAusten: It makes you look obsessed.
Luke: I am obsessed. I am a fool for muff, I mean love.
JaneAusten: how are things with Suze Video? Are they making you rich?
Luke: i get about $150 or so every two weeks
JaneAusten: wow, holly is really looking after you, are you going to invest in a bed with your earnings?
Luke: A teeth cleaning. No bed. Yes, she spoils me. I don't deserve her. Luckily for her, I don't have her.

For the first outfit, the girls wear bikinis (and I think high heels). We pose in the confined space between my desk and the my bookshelves. In the second outfit, the girls get into lingerie. For the third outfit, more lingerie.

I gingerly lead them past my landlady and into Jamie's car. We drive down to Pico Blvd. I look around to make sure I don't see anyone I know. Then we jump out of the car and Kevin starts snapping.

Immediately a friend of mine walks up. I say a quick hello.

Kevin snaps. Old men ask to be in the picture. People pour out of stores and offices and stare. We walk down Pico 100 yards as Kevin snaps. Eve's in front. Cassia and Jamie walk while draped over me. I stare off into the distance looking cold, morally troubled, even hostile.

Jamie's nervous. She's left her keys and purse in the car.

It's excruciating. I keep fearing that I will run into somebody I respect. Oh, how low I've sunk for publicity. The things I'll do to get people to buy my books and investigate my weighty ideas. Did Alexander Hamilton have to undergo anything like this? Louis Jacobs?

Kevin says we can turn around and we rush back to the car. Thank God I don't see anyone else I know.

Kelly Allen writes: "A Penthouse Pet, Jamie Lynn, smoking. That's something you'll never see with a Playboy model, especially in photo ops. Even the Playboy Channel, has a "no smoking" policy re its original programming."

Jamie Lynn, Cassia Riley On MySpace

They both confess they are addicted to MySpace and spend hours on it. Jamie refuses to get a sidekick so she doesn't check her MySpace account when she's out and about. Cassia has a sidekick but never uses it except for when she's on the road.

They are friends with fellow Pets Charlie Laine and Martina Warren and Penthouse talent coordinator Stacey Valentine.

Cassia blogs Feb 24, 2006:

I'm just laying here with my 2 1/2lb chiuahua on my lap on a friday night its 10:46pm most people around my age, you know mid twenties are just getting ready to go out and party...but here is a real honest glimpse ito the real life of a centerfold...well at least this centerfold's life...I am actually just chillin here at home in my cozy chair in my bedroom watching 20/20 ...playing with my baby dog...I so much prefer to relax and share time with the people that mean the most to me that know the real true me. Than go out to that "place to be" with all those "people" Work is work. Home is home. I could go out and do the hollywood thing, hang around with those "people" I mean I am a "Penthouse Pet"...I should be out being seen, networking...but I am so much more content with all the real true things that I have real relationships, real love, real family.The thing about this business is that it changes you you meet people that do the same things you do and those people become your friends and I try to seperate the two but it always ends up blending together...So really its a question because I have alot of people tell me that Cassia is different than the girl they know before she became a centerfold...I live my life everyday so I cant see from the outside....I havent changed in a bad way just changed...hmmmm I mean in this business can you really separate it or does the Cassia from before morph into the centerfold Cassia?

Cassia blogs January 30, 2006:

If you leave a a message and clog up my inbox with stupid ass shit...I will block your ass..These are my top 6 annoying things people say on myspace...ghetto spelling and all....feel free to add some...I know I have tons more that I can't think of at the moment...

1. wuz up gurl, hit me back sometime lets chizzzzat...

2. dam grrrrl you fine...wanna f---?

3.what up lets hang sometime ...you party?

4. do you got a man...cause i'll be yo man

5. i wanna get to know ya gurl..pleazzze write back

6. wuz up..

Ok...first of all...I'm not chatting Second...nobodys f---ing me....PERIOD Third...we will NEVER hang out Fourth...f--- yes I have a man...if you checked out my page at all it would be very obvious...and no I will never leave him for you...TRUST ME...MY MAN CAN'T BE TOPPED! Fifth...NOBODY will ever get to know me on myspace...Period...if you want to know me and talk to me join my site otherwise I dont have time or the desire to site around and chit chat with muthaf---ers I don't know. Sixth...Like I really give a shit to respond to that... I may be a bitch but I speak my mind...people just come on myspace and lose their f---ing brains...I don't really give a mad f--- what anyone thinks about me.

6/6/06

I call her two hours late.

Luke: "Why did you take down your MySpace page?"

Cassia: "I got so sick of everybody saying, 'You're so hot.' I've been on the cover of many magazines. I had 17,000 people on my page. I don't know any of you. I deleted it."

Luke: "Did you like our LA Weekly photo?"

Cassia: "Yes. You looked like such a pimp."

Luke: "What dramatic things have been going on in your life?"

Cassia: "I've been sitting on my ass for weeks. I'm a shopping addict. That's all I do. I play with my dog. I get some booty from my ex."

Luke: "I hear you are all talk and no action. Are you submissive in the bedroom?"

Cassia: "I'm both. I love to be dominated by my man. I like to be choked. I like to be spanked. I like to be hit. I love rough sex. My new thing is to be choked with a belt. I love to be choked to the point where I'm about to pass out. But I only let my ex do that."

She says she hasn't read any books this year.

Luke: "You're a bad Jew."

Cassia: "I am a bad Jew. I am not a practicing Jew at all. My family is so many different things, we never practiced any certain religion.

"When I went to went Passover at my grandma's, I hated it. It was boring. I didn't want to sit there and listen. I was texting Charlie Lain the whole time. I got the evil eye. I'm the worst Jew ever."

Luke: "Why do you have such a filthy mouth?"

Cassia: "I don't know. People say, 'What's wrong with you?' I don't know. It just comes out. It's like I was raised by pirates."

Luke: "If you were going to become a spokesperson for a group, what type of group?"

Cassia: "Something to do with animals."

She lives alone. "I can't be with people that much. I like to walk around naked. If I ate too much and my stomach sticks out, I wouldn't want anyone to say anything.

"Don't talk s--- about me on your website."

Cassia emails Lainie Speiser, the Penthouse publicist: "So..I just check out Lukes site and my interview...Its like the worst EVER...He totally f---ed it up and obviously didn't listen very closely. Half of it makes no sense at all and makes me look like a dumb ass...He just pulled s--- out of nowhere and put it in there...like the..."I hear your all talk no action" and supposedly I say Exactly...What the hell is he refering to? He says i was texting Jamie at passover...i told him i was texting Charlie...Then when asked about my dirty mouth...I said I"ts like I was raised by pirates"...you know just trying to be funny..and he took it as I got RAPED by pirates..Thats real nice for everyone to read..He doesn't even put anything in there about what I'm trying to promote or my website...I don't really see what the point of the interview was except to f--- up everything I said and make me look like a retard...Tell Luke to get is s--- together and learn how to write an interview...and he can put that on his site."