I’ve done a lot of UndercoverWear Parties. And each party has had it’s own personality. Some of my most memorable were after the Boston Herald did a two-page full-color article on my “naughty nighty” parties. Once the article appeared, the phone rang constantly. It seemed everyone wanted to have one of my parties.
I booked shows every night and two on Saturday and Sundays. Of course I never knew where I was going or what type of environment I would be in. I did shows in lovely split-level suburban homes as well as 3 tenement inner city homes and everything in between. I did shows in perfectly neat and organized homes to shows where if the hostess offered me a glass of water, I politely declined. I ran the gamut in every direction. Back then there was no GPS so, I simply got in my car and drove–often times getting lost, but finally reaching my destination.
One of my parties was booked at Harbor Towers in Boston which is a high-rise condominium complex right on the Boston Waterfront. After speaking with Susan the Hostess, I felt confident that this was going to be a great party.
Susan and I immediately connected. She was my age, 28, and her husband Dave was Polish–just like WJJ. Susan was incredibly sweet. She told me she would have about 10 of her friends and that I should be there about 6:30. She also mentioned that I should simply park my car and let the doorman know I was going to her condo and that the doorman and her husband would bring in my lingerie etc. That was the plan and I followed it.
When the doorman let me in, I was surprised to find out that Susan lived in the Penthouse. I went upstairs and Susan greeted me as warmly as I had expected. Her husband Dave was equally friendly so we instantly had a great rapport. Susan was delightful, bright, beautiful and articulate. Her husband was much more basic but very nice. Based on the fact that their apartment was gorgeous and there was a butler serving champagne and caviar (which by the way I had never tasted in my life), it was easy to see that this couple was doing quite well financially.
Susan’s friends were equally delightfully and the show was wonderful. Nine gals were there and each bought over $100. So my show was close to $1100! Think back –it was 1977—that was a FABULOUS show!
After more champagne, caviar, shrimp and a plethora of other fantastic foods and desserts, the attendees started to leave. I, too, was ready to go home, but Susan and Dave kept saying that one more guest was expected. By this time, I really wanted to leave, but I didn’t want to “insult” my gracious Host and Hostess.
At about 10:30 the doorman announced that their guest was on his way up. Obviously, Harry was a close friend because the doorman just let him in. Harry arrived with his date—a gorgeous young 21-year-old blonde.
After the introductions, Harry said to me. “Tiffany take Sandi into the bedroom and let her try on anything she wants. He then instructed Sandi to come out and show Harry each outfit.
For the next hour and a half Sandi tried just about every piece of lingerie I had available in her size. Of course she looked gorgeous in just about everything. But I was getting rather tired and wanted to leave. Plus neither Harry nor Sandi had chosen one item yet to buy. If time is money, my money was being spent quickly.
As the butler opened yet another bottle of champagne, Harry finally said to Sandi, “So what do you want?”
Sandi answered, “Whatever you want to buy me”.
I really wanted to say, “Just make a decision so I can go home”
Harry took control and said to me- OK Tiffany, put this aside and this aside and this aside etc. He had about 25 pieces ranging from corselettes to long gowns to peignoir sets to bras and garter belts to short baby dolls. I then expected we had to go through the elimination process. I was beginning to get the feeling that I was going to be there all night. I decided to try to be one step ahead of him, and was just about ready to offer him a 10% discount!
Much to my surprise, Harry looked at me and said, “Ok Tiffany, how much?”
I replied, “I’m sorry Harry which pieces have you chosen?”
He said, “All of them.”
I quickly totaled his purchase and it came out to $2,200. I shared the total with him and felt morally compelled to mention the $200 discount. He laughed and said, “Don’t want it” and in fact preceded to hand me 25 $100 bills, which included a $300 tip for me. Imagine he paid me his discount!
So my show was well over $3,000. I had a perfectly delightful time and made lots of $$$. Plus, I got to meet really nice people like Susan and Dave and Harry and Sandi. It was a great night.
But the story doesn’t end there. Fortunately, I got to see Harry and Dave again. Unfortunately it was on the news. I found out that Susan’s father was a very famous attorney–she had divorced Dave who was convicted on selling “junk bonds” and Harry was part of the major mob family in Boston. He had been convicted on mob crimes and was in jail. Oh well, I am certainly an equal opportunity lingerie salesperson. Thank you Harry and Dave for making my life so interesting. BTW, the names have been changed to protect…..ME!
Post Postscript: I believed my Harbor Tower adventure was gone forever. However, I was wrong. After college, while working at another company that obviously paid him well, Jamie lived at the opposite Harbor Tower in the penthouse. While I didn’t visit him often, I should tell you about the time that I inadvertently broke into his apartment (thanks to the Security Guard) thinking he was sleeping —alone –and as you guessed it –he wasn’t! Ahh.. another Tiffany/Harbor Tower story. Perhaps Jamie would much rather share that one with you. All I can say, is like Harry and Dave, I proclaim my innocence!!!!!