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Vicky Vette

You know it's sad what Hustler magazine has become. Lame. Lame. Lame. A photo set with the troll-like Barbi Twins? Damn. If I wanted to puke, I'd just drink syrup of Ipecac. But the magazine slightly redeemed itself with 2004's Beaver Hunt of the Year model, Vicky Vette.

Not that you'd immediately suspect it, but Vette's no twenty-two-year-old fluff muffin. She's pushing forty, dudes. Jumping into the hardcore world almost immediately, Vicky's used every one of her inputs to maximum effect. How does she manage to look so youthful? She claims genetics. I suspect injections of goat placenta, but I'm just naturally suspicious. One look at Vicky begs the question: "Got MILF?"

In addition to her hardcore videos and modeling work, Vette maintains a pretty hip website, www.vickyathome.com. She also offers one-on-one webcam shows. Not bad for an older chick. Plus, you have to like any woman who admits to shoving "household items" up her ass.

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Your Hustler Beaver Hunt photos were legendary around the office. What made you decide to send them in?
Were they legendary? I had no idea. Well I was thirty-seven, my husband Frank and I had shut down our construction company due to burnout.

We had done pretty well for ourselves and decided to take a year off to enjoy the fruits of our labor.

I was used to working long hours and after a few months of lying naked by the pool, eating, and going to parties, I became terribly bored. I had always wanted to try modeling when I was younger but never had the confidence, time, money, or opportunity.

So I figured, since I wasn’t getting any younger, it was now or never. What did I have to lose? So starting in February, 2003, I did a little bit of lingerie and bikini modeling. It was really tough getting started.

Every agency I called told me too old, too short, too fat. I didn’t know you were supposed to lie about everything. So I independently got work, and Frank and I had a great time traveling all over the U.S. doing lingerie, bikini, and fine-art nudes. We went to Miami, New York, Boston, Seattle, etc. Perfect since we love to travel anyway!

I’ve been a nudist most of my life, so I am very comfortable with my body. Being the persistent bugger that I am, I finally got an agent to work with me as long as I agreed to lie about my age.

Just for fun, I sent in a snapshot to Hustler Beaver Hunt. I think every woman secretly wants to be a centerfold. To my amazement they chose me as a semi-finalist! Hustler brought me out to L.A. and I shot my first little layout on June 1, 2003. That’s how my new life all began!

You began your career at an age when most girls in the business are retiring. Do you have any regrets that you didn't start earlier?
No, not at all. It’s a really tough industry and particularly difficult on relationships. Frank and I have been married for seventeen years so we have the groundwork and maturity to deal with it.

Of course being swingers for fifteen years previously helps too.

I believe in karma, everything happens for a reason. This is how it is supposed to be.

Even though you don't look it, how does it feel to be "America's favorite MILF"?
Am I really America’s favorite MILF? Wow! What an honor! I’ll try and do justice to the title.

I think I’m just an average, horny thirtysomething. Times are changing. Forty is the new thirty.

Women are taking charge of their lives more. We are staying younger and healthier longer, cosmetic surgery is cheaper and readily available, and forty-year-olds are just hotter than ever before. We don’t have the societal pressures that we used to have. All of a sudden we realize that it’s okay to be sexy. We don’t have to be June Cleaver. The kids are grown up and gone, and we have this time for ourselves, and we just wanna have fun! I think America is waking up to that fact now, that’s why MILF is one of the fastest growing niches.

Despite your success, you've chosen to remain in Atlanta, Georgia. Any particular reason for not doing the obvious and moving to Los Angeles?
Well, strangely enough, we missed building and decided to do two more houses. We figured we’d build one for ourselves and one to sell. So that has been keeping us here for now. But we love the north Georgia mountains. It’s so quiet and completely dark at night, we sleep so well!

The deer come up and eat from our porch--it’s so beautiful! Life in L.A. gets crazy and hectic, and we need this little oasis to restore our sanity once in a while. We may end up renting an apartment in the L.A. area and keep going back and forth. That way we get the best of both worlds!

To what do attribute your youthful looks? Genetics? Healthy living? Drinking human blood?
I come from a long line of Vikings, my great aunt and uncle skied every day into their seventies. My grandmother is eighty-seven now and just starting to slow down a bit. She still asks for lingerie for Christmas!

How would you describe your off-camera sex life?
It’s wonderful; Frank and I are well matched. We love what we do. We visit Trapeze club here in Atlanta every once in a while, we have a single male friend that joins us once in a while, and a few discreet couples that we get together with. I’ve been known to drag a few people home with me after a scene as well!

If one could only view one Vicky Vette scene, what would you pick as your most outrageous?
That’s tough; I have a lot of favorites. The Vivid remake of Devil in Miss Jones hasn’t been released yet, but in my scene I fuck four guys on top of a dumpster in an old warehouse.

They really just grabbed one and hauled it inside! It stunk! The lid of it was cracking and we had to balance ourselves on it carefully, it couldn’t hold the weight of five people!

There were a lot of extras on set, and Paul Thomas told me it was my job to keep them entertained, which I did gladly with my four counterparts. I think we fucked more off camera than on!

Anyway, when our scene finally came around, we made a pact that if the lid broke, we would just keep right on fucking--in the garbage!

To this day, I don’t see garbage containers the same way. Every time I see one, I get horny. I think I need help.

When you were awarded the Hustler Beaver Hunt Model of the Year honor, did Larry Flynt introduce you to his "mysterious collection of dildos"?
No.

On what are currently working?
Right now the only thing on my mind is getting this damn house finished and moved in and then getting myself over to internext in the Adam and Eve booth and then to AVN in the metro booth for Erotic Entertainment.

I want to spend a lot more time on my website; it’s doing really well. The camshows rock! Fan interaction really turns me on. I built a special cam room in my house; it’s twenty by fifteen so I’ll have lights, camera, and other equipment permanently installed, maybe even one of those remote-controlled internet dildos. I am working on a brand new website as well. Don’t want to say too much about it right now until the T’s are crossed and the I’s are dotted.

Your website's pretty awesome. Any plans to add some new twists to it for 2005?
I have worked very hard on it. I’m a total control freak, so I did the entire thing myself. I just added a member request section, and I’ve been getting asked to do more bondage, leg/foot fetish, posing with a cigar, masturbating in Norwegian, and a lot of other interesting things.

You've done a fair amount of on-camera anal. Was that something that you enjoyed before getting into the business?
Yes, I was into anal long before it was cool. I thought I was a freak, really, my first husband told me I was a depraved pervert and I would burn in hell. It really worried me; I used to masturbate and insert household items into my ass, have huge shuddering orgasms and then cry myself to sleep out of guilt.

A while back you were involved in an Atlanta AIDS Walk. What made you decide to get into sponsoring a charity event like that?
Frank and I have been going to AIDS events and the gay pride parades forever. This year I was able to put my little bit of fame to good use and collect more donations.

Any tips or advice for the forty-something girls at home?
Live your dreams, don’t wait till tomorrow, tomorrow never comes. If you’ve been thinking of trying out a nudist resort or swing club, do it!

Don’t let anyone push you into anything you’re not comfortable with, but just go take a look around. Do what you feel.

If you’ve been thinking about a boob job or other surgery, do it!

Take that trip, go after that new job, greet your husband naked at the door, get crazy, get spontaneous, what have you got to lose?

We only live once! Tomorrow you could be hit by a car, or find you have cancer. Dance like no one is watching. When you are on your deathbed, smile knowing you have lived a fulfilled life.

What's your deepest, darkest secret? And no fair being coy or copping out on an answer. We need to know.
Right now, my life is an open book. Really! But I used to work in a corporate environment and was responsible for over fifty employees. It was a high-stress middle-management job. I wore a suit every day, carried my laptop, briefcase, and cell phone, typically with glasses and hair in a bun, and flew around--thinking I was important--between Montreal, Vancouver, and Toronto. My nickname in the office was “the prude”.

I had to be a little on the strict side because I was young for the position and it was hard to get respect as some of my employees were older than me.

I lived such a double life! In the office, I was the respectable accountant type, but at night I was an insatiable slut, frequenting the swing clubs, licking pussy, and having group sex with the best of them. One night we were watching the eleven o'clock news and saw our favorite club get busted!

I couldn’t believe it!

We had changed our minds about going that night at the last minute. They hauled those people out of there on camera! The poor things were desperately trying to put coats over their heads to keep from being recognized. Had I been there, all my employees would have seen me. What’s really funny now, is a few of my department heads have recently emailed me after seeing some of my movies. Most of them were shocked; they said things like, “my jaw dropped to the floor!”

I guess I did a good job covering up.