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HEIDIMARK

She was wholesome Heidi Louise Tenety—just 21 and working at the West Palm Beach Hooters when her bosses put her on a calendar card … and that’s where she really made her Mark!

After a brief marriage to construction worker Terry Mark—it wasn’t in the cards, they divorced in Feb. 1994 before the ink was dry on her new set (bottom left)—she had a more movie friendly moniker … yet the only fur she could afford was home-grown (below right)!

Why, even after arriving in Hollywood to become the next Mons•roe, she couldn’t even spring for pants!

Meanwhile back in Florida, her fame was spreading: “Our cover ‘box’ girl from 1993 and the most popular card from last year’s set (below left),” read the back of her subsequent Hooters card, “Heidi is back again and more beautiful than ever!” And clearly sitting on a goldmine (below right).

Perhaps Prince wrote his infamous song Pussy Control about ‘it’ … since he and Heidi ‘hooked up’ in the early ’90s—perhaps bonding over their mutual love for the color purple.

Entering her ‘black phase’ {or vice versa}, Ms. Mark was then cited as ‘a fly on the wall’—on O.J.’s fly—during the Simpsons’ split.

GIRL CRAZY O.J. CARRIED ON PASSIONATE AFFAIR WITH PINUP!” screamed the headline on TheNational Enquirer in 1994 as the accused awaited trial. “Wait for me until I get out, because I love you,” he was reported to have told Heidi. Barred from speaking out at the time (below left) …

… the blonde later lamented: “It’s all lies. I can laugh at it now, but it was really hard for me.” Not to mention ‘no Juice’ for the celibate cellmate (above right).

Just 2 months before the murders, Playboy selected Heidi as the cover girl for its feature on ‘The Girls ofHooters’ (below left)—“I was dressed,” she points out—which led to an undressed gatefold appearance 15 months later (below right).

By which time she’d already begun a rocky relationship with raunchy rocker Vince Neil, the frontman of bawdy band Mötley Crüe. “Vince saw a Polaroid of me testing for the ‘Girls of Hooters’ cover and tracked me down (below left). I hadn’t shot one picture for my centerfold yet.”

And when she did, the rocker was seeing red: He insisted Heidi propagate her pubic hair (above right), so readers couldn’t glimpse the goods. “His whole thing was no lippage,” she reveals. “‘I don’t want anybody to see your (pussy) lips.’ So yeah—I mean, everything’s trimmed and wonderful now—but then, just during me shooting Playboy, I had to grow it out and even had to, like, pull it down to make sure everything was covered (below right). Totally true.”

The two would eventually wed (above left)—no doubt Neil just couldn’t resist those Hooters (right above it)—but his “cheating with everyone in sight,” in Heidi’s words, caused to her to file for divorce 15 months later.

“Vince is a pathological and incredibly wonderful liar,” Mark mused after the marriage crumbled. “So, of course he got busted a couple of times by me. But you know, I wasn’t an angel either. I was just smarter than he was.”

“The idiot left his Palm Pilot on, cued up to the ‘secret section,’” the former Hooters waitress dishes, “and I come home from work—I was doing Beverly Hills 90210 at the time. It’s like 2 in the morning and I looked over [at the Palm Pilot screen] and it’s like, ‘Sherry, St. Louis, loves anal.’ And then, since he had already left it on in the bad part, all I had to do was scroll down and I mean it was like uh, ‘Jennifer, New York, lesbian sex.’”

And uh, did Heidi humor her hubby by engaging in such pursuits? “I would never go down on a girl, but I have no problem having a girl go down on me,” she admitted. “I’m selfish. And yes, I have kissed a girl.”

But she’d never give him what “Sherry in St. Louis” did. “My most unpleasant sexual experiences are when someone tried to put it in the wrong hole!” the calendar cutie indifferently ass•erts.

“Just in general, I have a motto: ‘Shit goes out, it doesn’t go in.’ I’d have it tattooed there, but I don’t run across the problem often. You know what, God bless the gals who are able to do it, ’cause say that it’s great, but it’s just too much work.”

So, despite the blinking sign, there’s no “Parking in Rear” (above left) at the orifice? “You’re, like, supposed to do some stuff to clean it out,” she shudders, “and then you got to relax. I mean, it’s like a job!” And on that score, Mark is unbending (above right). “I’ve never had anal sex.”

How about oral? “You usually don’t remember how big men’s dicks are, but you remember the really small ones,” Heidi pays lip service to the notion that size doesn’t matter. “Girth matters and size and length matter. Basically, I have to have the perfect dick," Mark makes clear.

“And my boyfriend’s dick {the one right after the Mötley fool} is the perfect size. Sometimes he’ll be watching television and I’ll say, ‘Take your pants off!’ He’ll just watch TV while I suck his dick. I suck on it because I want to, because it’s mine. I always smile, ‘Oh God, I never thought I would actually have my own dick.’”

She’s sure come a long way from the orange shorts … to sucking oranges dry (above right)!

Asked by an interviewer in Feb. 2003 when she “last sucked someone off,” Heidi sighed: “Last time I gave a blowjob? Unfortunately, November.”

“I’m into nipple clamps, handcuffs, you name it,” Mark makes clear. “But believe me, there’s nothing erotic about getting a tattoo.” Her ex-hubby had his own tattoo parlor in Vegas, Vince Neil Ink, so maybe that was one cause of friction between the them? “I mean, we went through more marriage counselors then, you know … girls change underwear in a week,” she sneers. “More than a hooker changes condoms.”

And when Heidi confronted him about the hookers and groupies, he “once beat me so badly by breast implant exploded!” And Hooters didn’t provide health insurance in those early days!

Asked if she ever “regretted getting breast implants?” in light of her “three operations to repair the damage,” Heidi gets the last word: “Hell no!”