Porn Valley- I spoke to Kayla Quinn, www.kaylacam.com this morning. It was about 10:45 AM and she was just getting home from a pre-Thanksgiving Day party at Aura the night before. Not that it was a great party for Quinn to be getting in so late. And there’s part of the story.

Quinn was up all night but for bizarre reasons that have her commenting, “I don’t know whether to open a bottle of wine or a vein.” Quinn, you see, claims she was kidnapped and if you follow the story, kidnapped is one of the words you might come up with in an association game. But not maybe the first one. Abducted also comes to mind. As in held against one’s will.

“I can’t make something like this up,” she says. “And I have a great imagination.” By the time Quinn got back home this morning, her boyfriend Craig was gone.

“Apparently I didn’t come home so that’s not acceptable,” she says. “I’m hoping it’s just for today but I don’t know.”

Quinn started off the evening by hosting a party along with Gia Givanna. Amber Peach was also announced as a host but never showed, said Quinn. According to Quinn, it was a “theme” party organized by a company called Elite Entertainment. A guy named Eddie is the owner of the company and he’s partnered with another guy named Gus. Kayla wanted to make it clear that Gus is in no way responsible for what happened to her last night.

“He did try to get us out of the situation several times but he was not able to,” says Quinn.

The party, according to Quinn was pretty dead and someone came up with the bright idea of leaving there and going to another club. Meanwhile, Eddie had a limo at his disposal and Givanna, who doesn’t have a car, was picked up earlier in the limo to go to the party. And Quinn came on her own along with Kelly Leigh.

“We’re there at the party and it’s kind of dead,” says Quinn. “The night before a holiday is a crap shoot. Eddie says to a group of us, let’s go in the limo and we’ll run down to Forbidden City, another club, and see how their crowd is and we’ll come back. We’ll be gone an hour, hour and a half, tops. We’re thinking, alright. We get into the car, the group of us. And there’s a couple of girls in the front of the limo that I didn’t know. I assumed they were brand new. And Eddie was sitting in the back of the limo with us.”

Quinn says she’s never been to Forbidden City and has no idea where it is. The limo at some point along the route stopped off at a Denny’s and the girls sitting in front get out. At this point, Quinn said there was a lot of noise, liquor and confusion going on in the limo but she got the impression that the limo driver was going another way entirely, but not to Forbidden City.

“Now we got a group of people who don’t know where they’re going and have never been there. But we’re trusting this guy Eddie.” Along for the ride were Kelly Leigh, Johnny Knox, Kat, Chris Roc, Tabitha Tucker, Givanna and Quinn.

“We’re not really sure at this point where we’re at,” says Quinn. “But we pull up in front of a house. I go we’re in front of a house. This is not a club. At this point, Kat was really wasted- she was drunk. And that’s one of the reasons we grabbed her and took her with us. I wasn’t going to leave her at Aura. So I’m asking who’s house are we at? It turns out to be Eddie’s.”

Quinn said everything was okay in the beginning. They had a couple of drinks, people were shooting pool and listening to music.

“Then the limo driver says- I need to go, you’re past your time. At this point Kat had just passed out. I’m like what city are we in? Hacienda Heights. I’m, like, okay. Great, where the hell is that? I don’t know where I am. I said to Eddie, my concern is this. Kat has just passed out and is coming to again. I don’t want to get into a car with her until she’s stable for at least 15 minutes. I don’t want to get into a car that she throws up in. Can you promise us that once she’s stable, you’ll drive us home. He said, yeah, in the Durango. A big one out front for all seven of us, so I’m not worried.”

“I really don’t want to sit in someone’s vomit car for an hour,” Quinn adds. By this time, Quinn said everyone’s getting tired and she had shot an anal scene in the morning so she didn’t want to stay up any later. Except at this point, it dawns on Quinn that everyone’s cars are with the valet at Aura and the club closes at two. It was already two.Eddie then told her not to worry, that the manager of Aura was taking care of the keys.

“But for how long I asked him. Eddie said don’t worry, it’s taken care of.” According to Quinn, Eddie is now inquiring about his other car, a Mercedes. And it’s discovered that a friend of his took the Mercedes, and it ran out of gas about two miles away from the house.

“I’m going why are you worrying about the four-door Mercedes coupe when we’re taking the Durango?” Quinn asks. The idea was that Eddie was going to drive everyone back to Aura but that’s not the way it worked out. Quinn asked Eddie what about the Durango because there’s seven bodies to haul. Then Eddie comes up with the story that the keys to the Durango are in the body shop.

“Then I said how did the Durango get here?” Eddie gives her an answer that makes no sense. Quinn then inquired about the size of the Mercedes because there are seven people.

“Then I made an off-color joke- I said all of us have been drinking except for Chris- he’s got the dark skin so he’ll be the first to get arrested. And the Mercedes we find out is parked in the parking lot of a fast food joint out of gas. So I’m saying, okay, it’s only two miles- you’ve got a bunch of friends here. Somebody go get the car with a gas can.”

According to Quinn, Eddie had four or five other people at the house all with cars.

“So why doesn’t Eddie get these people to drive you guys back instead of screwing around with the Mercedes?” I ask Quinn.

“Therein lies the golden question,” Quinn replies. “The other question I have is why did Eddie tell us he was talking us to one place then wind up in freakin’ Hacienda Heights?” All of that being said, one of Eddie friends declined to get the Mercedes because he had been drinking.

“Another guy said he was too tired and there were all these excuses,” says Quinn. “We’re all upset at this point and Kat is in tears claiming one of Eddie’s friends tried to drag her in one of his cars [a truck] and tried to rape her. I don’t know if there’s truth to it. I don’t know if she’s been overreacting because she’s been drinking. I don’t know. I just know that at one point she was missing for 30 or 40 minutes and I was freaking because I couldn’t find her. I had everybody tearing the house apart looking for her.

“Then Eddie said she’s probably down the street- that’s what drunk girls do, walk down the hill.”

Quinn then tried to find someone who’d drive her to find Kat because she was wearing high heels and had to walk up a hill. But Quinn, on her own, managed to find Kat. All of this was happening before the limo left.

“I walked up to a truck and I hear this frantic honking,” said Quinn. “Long hard bursts of honking. I see someone grab Kat pulling her down. Then the doors of the truck fly open and she falls out and runs to me. She grabs me in a hug and first thing she says, ‘He tried to rape me.’ Quinn said the guy was a non-industry friend of Eddie’s.

“Kat was in tears at this point and said this guy wanted to talk to her- they were making out a little bit. Then she wanted to get out of the truck. The doors were locked. It was a big story. I couldn’t understand for sure what she was saying because she had been drinking. I asked if she got hurt. She said no. I asked if any of her clothing had been taken off of her at any point and she said no. So I took her in to calm her down. Within five minutes of getting her into the house, she collapsed. That’s when the limo driver decided he wants to go.”

“Then the group of friends who had been with the guy in the truck leave,” Quinn continues. “But Eddie had promised he would take us back. But there’s no keys in the Durango on the premises. We were told the Mercedes was two miles down the street at some place called Alberto’s, out of gas. But I looked at the people who had driven the Mercedes, and they were holding Alberto’s cups and food. I asked them, how did you get here, then? There was no answer.”

At the same time, Quinn noticed that Eddie and his friends managed to have Alberto’s food but none of her friends had eaten.

“I’m upset and I’m asking to go,” Quinn says. “We need to find a way to get somebody out here.” By 4:30 in the morning, Dave, another friend of Eddie’s who was staying at the house decides to call a business partner to come down with his truck so he could go with a gas can to get the Mercedes.

“Eddie by this time went to bed- he decided that he was tired. I said Eddie, you can’t be tired because we are not home. You promised you were going to take us back but he would not acknowledge us.”

At one point. Quinn secured a metal pot in the kitchen along with a metal ice cream scoop.

“I was clanging them together marching around in circles in Eddie’s room, going, ‘Hurray for the red, white and blue, if you don’t get out of bed I’m going to fuck up you.'”

Quinn informed Eddie she was going to keep annoying him until he took everyone home but he kept ignoring her, she says.

According to Quinn, Gus, Eddie’s partner, who now showed up, made several attempts to intervene wondering why everyone was still at the house.

“Gus is finally, you’ve got to take them home, Eddie, get up!” At this point, says Quinn, she heard a slam-click. Eddie has locked himself in his bedroom.

“And that was the last I saw of him. The friend that Dave called took about an hour and half to get there. So now it’s about six. Everyone is panicking and upset because today is Thanksgiving and people had plans. So the friend who was coming over was supposed to get a gas can and drive down to the Mercedes.”

Then, says Quinn, a ridiculous debate arose over whether the Mercedes was a diesel or not and if so, the injector was probably dried out and the Mercedes would have to be taken to the shop.

“You just can’t put gas in it and go.” Quinn began asking questions about the car and determined that the odds were pretty good that it wasn’t a diesel.

“It was a 95% chance that it wasn’t a diesel,” said Quinn. “You have seven people that had plans for the holiday and I’m about to become a raging bitch.”

Quinn then asked Dave’s friend why he was still there and not hauling ass after the Mercedes. He told her if he did, what was he going to do about his own truck.

“I said why don’t you get your friend Dave who called you to drive with you- I was at my wit’s end. Because it was pretty obvious at this point that Eddie had no intention of taking us anywhere. He doesn’t care. This was planned all along for the driver to take us out to Hacienda. Now I’m pissed off by the dimwittedness of these guys who are in their Fifties. How could you get this far in life being this stupid? I’m a big-titted bimbo and I figured this out in five seconds.”

Quinn says it took these guys an hour and ten minutes to retrieve the Mercedes which could accommodate, at the most, five people.

“Eddie refuses to get up, and a friend of his who had been in some room somewhere comes out and said he had a Honda Accord and could take four of us. Great I said, all we need is a driver for the Mercedes and we can all go home. But he’s, like, I got to go now, I’ve got to go to my grandmothers for Thanksgiving.

“At this point it’s either we all got out or nobody gets out, but I’m not leaving anyone behind,” said Quinn, doing the math. With no one having anything to eat [“there was nothing but moldy bread,” said Quinn], Quinn had just enough money to buy some doughnuts, and the guy with the Honda made the run.

“For Thanksgiving breakfast momma Kayla got her starving, hung over brood each a doughnut and half a can of soda. Now I’m trying to figure out how we’re going to get over the hill.”

With the Honda guy gone, a guy named Trey, another friend of Eddie’s, had a pick-up truck with an extended cab that could accommodate two people, and five were crammed into the Mercedes. Then it was determined that a roommate of Eddie’s, named Gary, was going to drive the Mercedes.

“We had been held against our will and wanted to get home until two thirty, three in the morning,” says Quinn who walked into her house close to eleven this morning.

The car keys and their matching cars at Aura would just have to wait.