The 2012 Penthouse Swimsuit Wall Calendar lets you escape to the summer of your dreams with the stunningly beautiful women of PENTHOUSE magazine who are revealed in this steamy swimsuit calendar. This calendar will keep your entire year smokin’ hot.

Featuring the following models:
Lindsay Marie, Madelyn Marie, Teagan Presley, Adrienne Manning, Ava Rose, Georgia Jones, Jessica Wilson, Kayden Kross, Prinzzess, Ryan Keely, Stormy Daniels, Yumi Kai

Available at PenthouseStore.com

Included in this month’s Issue of Penthouse Magazine, September 2010

Isis Taylor is our Penthouse Pet of the Month, September 2010!

Pictorials:
Game Time – Uma
Oh My Goddess – Pet of the Month Isis Taylor
Back in Black – Chikita
Up in the Air – Adrienne & Carmen
Coed Confessions – Kayden Kross

Features:
Shooting the Truth – The first in a series of articles in which men share their stories. By Michael Kamber; introduction by Tom Matlack
The Hardest – Working Hombre in Hollywood After 183 films, Danny Trejo finally gets a shot at a starring role. By John Bolster
2010–11 College Football Preview – Preseason Top 20, Heisman Trophy hopefuls, and more. By Peter Schrager
Celebrity Sex Files – A new generation of legendary lovemakers has earned their seduction stripes. By Meirav Devash
Playing Nice – Luke Wilson has turned his knack for portraying the safe, charming boyfriend into a rock-solid career. By Craig Modderno
Seeing Red – What has 40,000 tourists, 100 tons of tomatoes, and T-shirted girls getting hosed down? The best festival in Spain. By Kara Wahlgren
All Day I Dream About… – Sex! It’s true. And it’s all women’s fault. By Drew Magary
Sex Ed. – Is the cock ring the greatest sex toy ever? By Martin Downs, M.P.H., and Victoria Zdrok, Ph.D.
Bedtime Stories – “Shift Change,” erotic fiction by Emerald

Full Frontal:
Revealing Entertainment
Joystick – Madden NFL 11, Mafia II, Dead Rising 2.
Flicks – Robert Rodriguez’s over-the-top Machete.
Get Schooled – Start the school year with delectable movie teachers and students.
Sounds – Avenged Sevenfold’s latest.
DVDs – Complete collections of Lost and Flight of the Conchords.
Reads – A new Guns N’ Roses memoir.

Life On Top:
Driving Force – The BMW M3.
Freewheelin’ – Victory’s Cross Roads and Cross Country.
Tech – Classic gear gets new and improved
Scoundrel – Is your old college crush finally available?
The Pour House – Let Penicillin cure your cocktail boredom.

Departments:
Forum
Pet Projects
X-Rated Video
Parting Shot

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Comedian Dave Attell cohosted the 27th annual awards show with September 2008 Pet Kayden Kross and starlet Kirsten Price. Attell was in fine form and got rave reviews from attendees. The comic’s best moment, in our humble opinion, was his description of what he would say if asked to remove a performer’s anal beads: “And the winning Powerball numbers are.…” For her part, Kayden tells us, “It was one of the best experiences I’ve ever had. Being in the audience is a rush as it is, especially when you’re nominated, but hosting was a whole new level of amazing!”

The night was full of the kind of entertaining patter other awards shows can only dream of. Before the nominees for Female Performer of the Year were read, presenter Evan Stone said, “There are 15 nominees for Female Performer—15!—and I’ve fucked all of them!” His copresenter, Joanna Angel, quickly replied, “Oh yeah? Me too!”

Penthouse Pets were the night’s biggest winners, with more than a dozen awards, including some of the event’s top honors. Among them: July 2007 Pet Sasha Grey, who won Best Anal Sex Scene and Best Oral Sex Scene, was also the Jenna Jameson Crossover Star of the Year; June 2009 Pet Kagney Linn Karter won Best New Starlet; 2009 Pet of the Year Runner-Up Shawna Leneé was Unsung Starlet of the Year; 2003 Pet of the Year Sunny Leone took home Web Starlet of the Year; and Penthouse model Lexi Belle won Best New Web Starlet.

But Tori Black, our December 2008 Pet of the Month, stole the show. Tori was named Female Performer of the Year and honored with six other awards: Best Tease Performance; Best Gonzo Release, Tori Black Is Pretty Filthy; Best Interactive DVD, Interactive Sex With Tori Black; Best All-Girl Couples Sex Scene, with Lexi Belle; Best All-Girl Threeway Sex Scene, with Poppy Morgan and March 2008 Pet Bree Olson; and Best Threeway Sex Scene, with Mark Ashley and March 2009 Pet Rebeca Linares. Our favorite post ceremony quote from Tori came to us via Twitter: “Holy shit. Just got home from Vegas, relaxing in bed wondering WTF just happened?!? Thanks to the AVN Awards I need a new shelf!”

“Winning is the most amazing feeling,” Sunny Leone told us. “Sort of like when I got the call that I was Pet of the Year. I really can’t believe it. I wasn’t expecting to win. I was hoping I would, and I was confident that I had the best website, but you never know what the voters are looking for. I’m very thankful to AVN for recognizing my work.” Sunny also won Best All-Girl Group Sex Scene, which she shared with January 2009 Pet Teagan Presley and Penthouse model Eva Angelina. The luscious Teagan took home Best Solo Sex Scene as well.

Penthouse Studios won again this year, with the Penthouse Variations line honored as Best Vignette Series.

Our girl on the beat, October 2009 Pet Ryan Keely, concluded, “This is when the industry gives back to the key players and the people who’ve made a difference over the past year. It’s amazing that so many people gather to honor one another and the work they do.”

It came as no surprise to us that the first femmes to take advantage of the new iPhone app technology were Penthouse Pets. The cutting-edge ladies were led by 2003 Pet of the Year Sunny Leone, the first female porn star to get the okay. September 2000 Pet Aria Giovanni and January 2009 Pet Teagan Presley followed shortly after, with 2009 Pet of the Year Runner-Up Shawna Lenee and September 2008 Pet Kayden Kross being the latest to make their debuts.

The apps give fans 24/7 access to photo and video galleries of the stars in their sexiest lingerie and bikinis (Apple won’t allow nude photos yet), as well as blogs, candid shots in everyday gear, and appearance updates—all for no more than $1.99 each. Sunny and Shawna even have softer versions that are free. “I’m so excited about the future of my iPhone app,” Sunny says. “This provides an entirely new way for me to communicate with my fans and give them a new and unique content experience.”

Teagan’s app, appropriately named iTeagan, will also include an audio message from the star and her Twitter feed, and all photos and videos will be updated automatically … and frequently. “My fans are demanding, and they demand the best,” Teagan explains.

If you’ve been waiting for the perfect reason to get an iPhone or iPod Touch, your wait is over.

The point is I can’t kiss ass or blow things out of proportion. I can’t make a big deal out of my dexterity on a ten key calculator. I can’t turn past experience chasing bums off of storefronts into “oversaw promotion of positive company image” or first position on the burger line into “head chef”. I showed up to a job interview in pajamas once. I still got the job sans dick sucking. And no, it was not a porn interview.

So here’s where this is all coming from: I put an ad up on Craigslist for an assistant. 10-15 hours a week, simple stuff, must have own transportation and be comfortable in an adult themed industry. References required. I’ve had literally hundreds of emails. 90% include attached resumes. One person really did list the ability to use a ten key calculator. One person really did claim to be detail oriented and thorough, spelled thuro. Most of them started out with dear hiring manager, dear sir or madam, to whom it may concern: …

Or it was just a blank email with the resume attached. I deleted all of them. If there was a spelling error, if it was too impersonal, or too formal for porn, it didn’t stand a chance.

I was left with a spattering of resumes that seemed to be on target. I interviewed 5 people tonight. I looked for applicants who had personality and could get things done correctly without any instruction from me. And they can all spell correctly, just because it’s a pet peeve of mine. I didn’t make it easy so I figured if they showed up on time to the right place with resume in hand and not dressed like they had a stick up their ass we’d be good to go. 3 did, 2 were late, 2 didn’t show up. I’d weeded them out pretty quickly. I ended up with 4 aspiring actors/actresses and 1 aspiring musician. The two who were late are out of the running, not only because they weren’t on top of it enough to figure it out for themselves but one showed up with a resume folded eight directions and it just seemed off. I can’t imagine he really has his life together and the thought of charging him with the task of getting mine together is scary.

So now that I’m down to three, and they are all wonderful and prompt and smart and don’t need to be babysat and have all the necessary skills and experience and I don’t know what to do because I want them all. They each have one unique obvious strength. If combined they’d be superhumans. They’re all willing to accept the same pay. They’re all equally cool. I’m stuck.

So I did some research. It’s too late to do the reference checks but I looked up myspace and facebook profiles and still nothing concrete enough to whittle it down further. I’m dealing with three skilled, flexible, down to earth people. And all I can think about is what I could possibly have had on the other applicants when I got a job in pajamas.

Or maybe it’s because I have a Starbuck’s addiction and I’m crashing after my caffeine bump. But I don’t recall getting the initial energy rush part of it. Its so advanced that I can’t even perk up off an Espresso Truffle. Maybe I should order larger ones. Anything with the word “truffle” in it sounds fattening though so I’m ordering talls. Multiple talls.

I just checked my email. First thing in the box was the info for tomorrow’s shoot and I feel a vague sense of doom. It said to get a lot of sleep because it’s going to be a long day. This is coming from the same guy who called the 20 hour day normal. It’s a night shoot. I have a feeling I’ll be seeing the sun rise.

But the immediate thing to focus on is mustering the energy for tonight. It’s a Penthouse party. It’s my first time going to one of their events as one of their pets. Game face. I think game face might require more Starbucks but I don’t want more Starbucks. I don’t want the girl to look at me funny and say ‘another one?’ with that accusatory eyebrow thing she does. I might have to defend myself. I might go off about how at least when she goes home work is over. And a big day for her is eight hours. I laugh in the face of eight hours. I scoff.

Maybe there will be a shift change soon. Then they won’t know it’s my third one but they’ll still know I’ve had at least one already because I’m sitting here guiltily typing away on my computer with the empty cup next to me sneaking furtive glances at the cash register in intervals that are far too close together. They probably think I’m waiting to rob the place. Maybe if I make eye contact and smile they’ll know I’m harmless. Or they’ll think I’m coming onto them. Real human interaction baffles me lately. Thank Myspace and Facebook for that.

I’m gonna go the willpower route and pack up and walk out of here. I’m gonna walk tall. They’ll never know what obstacle I just overcame but I’ll know and that’s all that matters.

“This really is the perfect career for me. My favorite way to work out is sex, and my favorite way to relax is sex. I can get it all done while I’m working!”

Kayden Kross, Penthouse Pet of the Month September 2008
Vital Stats:
23 years old, 5′5″
32D-22-34

Hometown:
Sacramento, California.

Favorite Fantasy:
Fucking a gorgeous stranger all night long…then never seeing him again.

If you could have sex with anyone, past or present:
Kurt Cobain.

It’s Sunday. I feel like I haven’t taken a breath since Thursday. I drove out to Indio Thursday night with Holly Randall and my web master and a make up artist for a shoot we had planned all day Friday at the Salton Sea. We got in around Midnight after a real road trip filled with a taco bell run, a tiny bit of navigation error, and gut spilling. I feel like I know the webman better. I have material to tease him with for years to come. I feel empowered.

We checked into the hotel and I settled down to write an article I had promised then passed out. The alarm went off at 5:30 am and I was in the make up chair at 6. Then we jumped on the road for another 40 minutes. We ran into a small grid of trailers that didn’t constitute a town because there was no gas station. Actually, there were no businesses at all save a bar/mini mart and possibly an automotive repair in someone’s front yard. The place was deserted at 8:30 in the morning. We figured they were all asleep. When we couldn’t find the exact deserted spot we were looking for Holly turned back to the bar/mini mart to ask for directions. The bar was packed. I think I can safely report that the entire town was in that bar at 9am. They were quite friendly though and pointed us in the right direction. Sweet.

So our little caravan pulled up to the shore, my giant truck and her Volvo. At one point in time the sea rose up and flooded the old trailer park grid and what was left was gray and sagging and made of plywood. The salt crunched underneath us as we walked between abandoned homes and over fish bones. Everything was the same color except the sky which seemed vividly blue in comparison. There was no life anywhere. Except the ninja. There was a ninja practicing on the shore about a quarter mile down. He was spinning a large stick and wearing all black. My webmaster said he was quite good. My webmaster would know. He had brought a samurai sword for protection. I didn’t think anyone would believe this part so I got it all on BTS.

The first set was gorgeous. I wore a bright blue dress to match the sky and posed in front a water damaged chair in a roofless house and a broken out window. I wore trailer make up. Artsy. At one point some park troopers rolled through and asked Holly what she was doing. She was a student at Brooke’s University. This was her semester project. He said next time get a permit but as long as there was no nudity or money being made he’d let it slide this time. No sir. No nudity or profit here. He left. I know what you’re thinking: this is a national park? Yup. Protected by your tax dollars.

After the first set we drove off in search of another secluded beach. We found one down a nameless road and got more artsy grunge inside an old public restroom that had also been abandoned after it was flooded out. I was impressed with Holly’s range. I’ve only ever seen her shoot in a controlled studio doing the same controlled poses that are optimal for bright clear views of the cookie. She put me in black leather boots and fetish make up in the men’s bathroom. There were holes in the plywood and if you stared straight through the toilet seats you could see your own reflection in the communal sewage well at the bottom. She made it beautiful. This beach was in a different phase than I’m used to seeing. The sand wasn’t fine granules that make you want to build castles and bury your feet. It was broken down bones with whole spines or smaller individual vertebrae that crunched beneath our feet as we tried to step around whole preserved fish that had been perfectly dried in the sun and salt. It stank. We did another set in front of rotting telephone poles sticking out of the water at dusk and a final set on a concrete slab that had collapsed years ago at the shore as the last rays of light disappeared behind the mountains. My webmaster was upset that we didn’t get to shoot with his samurai sword.

Then we packed up in the dark and realized that Holly’s Volvo did not have 4-wheel drive. She was stuck in the bone-sand. My truck moved out with no problem but I didn’t have any way of pulling her out. She tried to get a tow service out but the road had no name and we didn’t know how to direct them to where we were so I drove her back the main road and entered a border patrol station from the wrong direction and they freaked out and yelled at me but helped us anyway. We drove back and ate Fig Newton’s and waited a couple of hours for the tow truck. We bonded some more. The tow truck finally showed up and I laughed. It was an F150. I had an F250 4×4. The difference was he had chains to attach to her car. He charged $300.

I got back late. My alarm went off earlier than I would have liked because I had a signing in Riverside for Adam and Eve. Traffic sucked. It was technically two signings. I got home after Midnight.

So today I get to relax. My call time tomorrow is 4:30am in Hollywood for a commercial I’m doing. I have to show up with red fingernails and expect not to be done before 8pm. My call time the next day is 7am in the desert for “The 8^th day”, which means I’ll probably drive up Monday night and stay in a hotel. Then Wednesday morning the flight leaves at 7 am to take us on a four day signing tour in the northeast. I’ll fly home Sunday and Monday I’ll be back on set. I truly cherish today.