7/6/01

Jeff Goodman invented phone sex for Carl Ruderman's Drake Publications in 1983. Carl promised Jeff a piece of the multi-million dollar industry but when Goodman pressed him on it, Ruderman fired him in 1984.

Just out of college, Goodman's first job in Manhattan was in 1976 for a mob controlled paperback book company, Star Publications.

"I wrote two books a week for $140 a week under the name Wolf Fleishbinder. The company published cheap porn novels. I wrote about 300.

"They had this homosexual Raymond DeGrandis and this fat woman Florence who ran their porn operation. They had a big office called Typographics. They placed big ads in the Village Voice seeking writers who could do a book a week. You'd go up there and type directly into these primitive typesetting machines. This was pre-computer. And you had to write a chapter a day. And they gave you $140 per book.

"The company was owned by Star Distributors operated by Teddy Rothstein and Robert DiBernardo (DiBi). DiBi ran Star out of a warehouse on Lafayette Street. The building was owned by John Zaccaro, the husband of Geraldine Ferraro. Zaccarro claimed to not know what was going on in the building.

"At the same time, I wrote for Eddie Mishkin's company. He's been associated with risque material since the 1930s, when he published a book called "Natural Childbirth," earning tens of thousands of dollars. He published sleazy transsexual pamphlets.

"Eddie would say, 'Do you know what a transvestite is? Write a dirty book about transvestites.' I'd write a book in one night. I was 20 years old. I'd give it to him and he'd open up a book safe and peel off a $100. And he'd say, 'Ok, here's some money. If you want to make more money like this, you have to learn more stuff.'

"Next I worked for was Myron Fass. I did all his porn magazines. He had Erotica, Jaguar, a million pulp magazines. I also did his UFO and dog and car magazines. I edited about 60 of his magazines.

"Then I went to Reese Publications which published True Crime and True Sex stories. The father in charge was Maurice Rosenfeld, an old time pulp publisher.

"Then I worked for David Zentner who hired me to do a Penthouse Forum ripoff called Variations and Velvet Touch. He was bicoastal - he had an office in Manhattan in the Graybar and in Los Angeles.

"The entire reason he ran his porn empire was just to meet women. We had this magazine Velvet Touch and we'd publish an entire questionaire just designed for Zentner to meet women. 'Would you like to sleep with a 65-year old man?' 'Would you like to be flown to New York?' And any girl who filled out the questionaire properly would be immediately flown to New York.

"I spent about two years in that office. Zentner spent about 60% of his office time on the phone with women who answered his questionaires. He'd talk dirty to them and masturbate. Everybody would know and they'd laugh and his secretary would say, 'He's talking to another one.' Zentner gave me the idea for phone sex.

"There was no way to make money off of phone calls until 1983 and the development of 976 numbers. When it started, Ruderman had a virtual monopoly in that business. That man made tens if not hundreds of millions of dollars in a couple of years. He was the only player. Then a million people descended, doing sportslines and things like that. But they allused the structure of these 976 lines. Eventually it changed into the 900 call system."

Jeff recalls: "Ruderman and his friends couldn't believe how successful phone sex became. They were in a big cigar smoking phase, and custom-made suit phase, and they would go downstairs to the restaurant called The Palm and have steak and huge lobsters every weekend. He started getting these enormous checks from the phone company. Carl made a huge blow-up of the first million dollar check.

"They kept promising me all kinds of money and a piece of it and when I really pushed, that was it," remembers Goodman. "His excuse was that my desk was too dirty. He was a neat freak. He came into my office and threw my papers out of my desk and said I couldn't come back to my office. And they hired someone to make sure I couldn't come back.

"You ever see that jig Hitler did when he took over Poland? Ruderman would do that every time a big check came in. They wallowed in money. They had custom made suits. They had tailors up there day and night. They couldn't find enough things to spend the money on.

"I was completely duped by Ruderman. He was nasty. He didn't give me any money. Ruderman was an intelligent though rigid control freak. He has a middle class Jewish mentality. He likes to wear expensive suits and flaunt his wealth. His partner Ira Kirschenbaum lost a son in a boat crash. After that, Ira lost interest in everything and left the business. Ira built up Ruderman's fortune.

"Ruderman was a big womanizer. He was a big control freak. He'd hold all these meetings and nobody could say anything against him. Everybody had to dress like him and keep their desks like neat like his.

"I collect antique watches. I sold him one for $1500. He wore it a couple of days and then left it in his suit pocket on his desk. A couple of days later, he couldnt' find the watch. He went into a psychotic frenzy over the watch. He called me at home and accused me of stealing it. It turned out that an office boy had stolen the watch and tried to pawn it but was caught eventually. But it was another excuse for him to get rid of me. He went crazy over the watch and kept bringing it up constantly.

"Porn was his main business. He ran and picked the photos for all the porn magazines. We had editorial meetings, where, after the editors picked 10-15 of the best slides to be used for the layout, we'd all meet in a conference room and we'd project them on a wall and Ruderman had the final say on the pictures to be used in the magazines."

Drake Publications was Ruderman's entity that published High Society magazine.

"My brother worked there and he went on to run the phone sex operation at Penthouse for five years. I worked with Penthouse on and off. But they're assholes. They're completely impossible to deal with. I would say that Guccione is a nice intelligent guy, and extremely perceptive, but he is surrounded by a Byzantine palace guard that shields things from him and tells him what they want him to hear. I like Bob personally and feel he is a real artist.

"I left porn around 1990 to become a successful direct marketer and copywriter.

"Porn was fun. I was happy to do it. I wanted to meet more girls than I did but I met some. Recently I was dating Madelyn Knight who's a complete whacko."

Luke: "She was a madam."

Jeff: "That's her story. She kept claiming... She borrowed money from me to do this and that but she spent most of it. She's completely out of her mind.

"Before that, I dated a Playboy lingerie model who completely cleaned out my apartment one day, the week before we were supposed to marry. Her name was Isabelle Fortea. She robbed me and disappeared. She was a model and a call girl."

Luke: "Did you know Madelyn Knight was a call girl?"

Jeff: "It wasn't a serious relationship. I'd date her once in a while. We'd go out. She'd always claim to be running this callgirl business."

Luke: "She did."

Jeff: "She did but you could barely call it a business. She would have these girls showing up and she'd introduce them to guys and she'd put a couple of classified ads in the paper. She wasn't doing it in a structured and organized way and she never managed to make money. She was so whacked out. The girls wouldn't show up for their appointments. She wouldn't remember who was supposed to be where. She wanted to feel like a madam, an exotic occupation in her eyes. She was a nice girl, but whacko."

Luke: "Was she on drugs?"

Jeff: "Possibly."

Madelyn Night writes: "Please spell my name correctly and as far as escort or being a madam ,you are climbing the wrong tree and please stop distorting the truth. I do not do drugs at all and do not tolerate it. Thank you."

Jeff: "As for Isabelle Fortea. She also dated Jean Claude Van-Damme while and after she broke up with me. She was in the New York Post about ten times for being his secret girlfriend. She worked for a company called International Escorts.

"Isabelle and I made a settlement through my lawyer and I've agreed to never contact her again. She paid me back a percentage of what she took. It was an absolute sabotage that she did to me. I was completely destroyed for a year over that. She had an expensive engagement ring and she took it back to this diamond dealer to try to sell it back to him. And he immediately called me. 'Do you know that she is here trying to sell the ring?' I was doing a photo shoot with Warren Tang at the time."

Luke: "Have you dated other porn girls?"

Jeff: "On and off. But not so serious. Now I'm only into Japanese women. I'm never going back to American women."

Luke: "What's so special about Japanese women?"

Jeff: "Just their look and their frame of mind. It's nothing to do with the idea that men have that Japanese women are subservient. It's like entering an alternate universe when you go out with them.

"I dated a famous Japanese image girls for a year and a half. An image girl is like an idol. They're also called race queens. They dress in super skimpy outfits and they're photographed by hundreds of thousands completely maniac Japanese guys."

Jeff Goodman writes: DO YOU SINCERELY WANT TO BE RICH? (apologies to Bernie Cornfeld)

My newest idea will make my phone sex idea look like only a prelude thought up by a incompetent fool. I have been speaking to awed venture capitalists about my new project because it is not the type of thing that can be launched "from a kitchen table'.

It will be more revolutionary and and widespread than phone sex ever was, and 95% of the world's population online will have no choice but to immediately avail themselves of this life-changing new concept that will have as much impact as the world-wide-web did in the early 1990's.

All those wishing to become filthy rich in one or two years, and to have enough money to afford all the exotic women they feel are unattainable now, who can help me with serious resources can contact me at jeffg4321@hotmail.com with their offers.

I will require a non-disclosure agreement before discussing details, but I can say this is a web-based, idiot-proof, "peer-to-peer" type technology which will seamlessly attach itself to all web browsers, eventually obsoleting them, and provide a valuable service which will integrate certain benefits of ebay, napster, chat software and email. It does break some new ground technologically but is more or less a remarkable marketing and software concept that combines certain technologies in a manner that has not been conceived of till now.

Jeff Goodman writes Luke: Following your link on my interview, I also read this:

"Phone sex took off in 1983, with Gloria Leonard and High Society magazine leading the way. "We tried to figure out how to make some money off our phone lines. At first we simply used them to announce the contents of our coming issue. Then we wrote sexy scenarios [jerk-off routines] which the centerfolds recorded." On special days, like Christmas or Valentine's Day, Gloria recorded her own masturbatory fantasies."

This is inaccurate. Gloria was blockheaded. She has no conception of phone sex, had nothing to do with inventing it. She did not understand why we were putting phone numbers in the magazine, had no concept of how it could make money, and was one of those opposed to even trying it. It took several months to dawn on her that we were on to something. We never announced the contents of the magazine, only made sexy centerfold tapes at first.

She did, however, have a young daughter who sometimes came up to the office. At the time I thought the daughter was a hottie, but of course she was totally uninterested in me.

I was in my early 20's at at the time. Gloria Leonard had to be at least 40. To my eyes then, she was an "old lady", a "grandmother". I could not understand how anyone would feel she was sexually appealing, no less want to sleep with her. It would be more disgusting than sleeping with my mother. To me, I had no idea why anyone would find her desirable as a publisher or sex object. Even now, I have never slept with a woman past her mid 30's.

Jeff Goodman writes: J-girl means Japanese girl. Race Queens Import Girls

Part of my standard j-girl program is to bring them shopping. If I like them, I spend a few hundred bucks on them. Most of them are totally programmed with the brand name bulls---...they have no conception of the value of money and are brainwashed with the designer labels. When the salesgirls in the name brand shops see an older white guy and a young, wide-eyed j-girl walk in they zero in for the kill.

Anyway, I have to control them. I generally steer them away from dangerously expensive shops and take them to close-out outlets I know in NYC. There is one called Century 21 in NYC, where the j-girls can get designer stuff at bargain prices. Sometimes they whine...they want to buy EXPENSIVE STUFF IN THE EXPENSIVE STORE....feeds their egos, or makes them feel good that Daddy Warbucks will spring for them....but this is not my speed. This new girl went out on her own one day, (I gave her $100 in spending money) and she came back with a f---ing sterling silver ring that she bought in Tiffany's for $300. The thing is really worth $10 or less but she wanted the Tiffany box and bag to show her friends. Of course, she blew my $100 and also $200 of her own money that I refused to reimburse her...oh well, why argue, you can't UNbrainwash them....Madison Avenue has done a wonderful job on an international scale.

But it was while I was taking my New Japanese girlfriend shopping that I saw an almost unspeakable act of torment. The j- girl (named Kaori) forced me to go to SOHO in NYC to look at the CHANEL store. Now friends, this is a horror show beyond imagination. The cheapest thing in the store was a $359 T-SHIRT! and the minute you walk in you are assaulted with well-dressed, merciless stuck up sales sluts who push the goods on you.

Needless to say, I told Kaori we would ONLY LOOK in no uncertain terms. Dresses, hats, bags are priced in the $1000's of dollars and this is only for starters. It was packed with whacked out fashionista/kept women spending like there was no tomorrow. It is a nightmare come true, and a marketer's paradise.

So I am sitting on a bench watching Kaori salivate over garbage whose prices would make Bill Gates blanch.

In walks one of the stunners of the year. Filipina, young, about 5'11", HUGE BREASTS, micro-mini, LONG LEGS, HIGH HEELS, lips so pouty you could cum just thinking about poking your cock in there. Ass-length black hair, delectable tan. A fur jacket. A f----me manner of walking you could die watching. Draped with about $10,000 worth of designer clothes and the price of a Long Island condominium in jewelry.

In tow with Miss High-Maintenance Filipina is a woebegone looking 45-ish nerd, a dead ringer for Casper Milquetoast. Color coordinated, rimless glasses, and nicely dressed in Banana Republic armchair safari style, Fendi sneakers. He looks like one of these dot-com guys who had a bit of luck and made some dough, but still a nerd. His face is a careful mask of ill- controlled panic. He cringes on walking into the CHANEL shop of horrors, but you just know he's going to follow that pussy wherever she leads him.

Miss Filipina starts TAKING PILES OF CLOTHES OFF THE RACK. Hideous OVERPRICED ARMFULS OF CLOTHES, TENS OF THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS WORTH OF OVERPRICED CRAP with the MAGIC CHANEL LABEL.

Mr. Dot-Com is visibly trembling, ready to heave. I genuinely feel sorry for the guy, but not in his life has he ever had a piece of ass like that before, and may NEVER AGAIN. "Do you really need all those clothes?" he croaks...hoarsely...meekly...pain in every syllable.

LOOK STEVEN. YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE GOING TO TAKE CARE OF ME. I NEED THESE CLOTHES. ARE YOU GOING TO BUY THEM FOR ME OR NOT??!!

She spits out those words with barely concealed venom like a a poison rattle snake. Her eyes narrow, her ray-gun glare pierces him like a bullet. He cringes...shrinks back...her look does more damage then a blow with a fist. He finally gets the courage to raise his eyes and looks back at her. They stand frozen in time like a classical tableau-vivant.

I wish I could pull out my digital camera, whose memory card is brimming with steaming images of MY j-girl...with my engorged cock in her mouth. I FEEL for the guy...feel his pain.

He hesitates for a micro-second....you can feel his fevered mind racing....calculating...adding up his years of hard work and scrimping...the TENS OF THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS OF CLOTHES...of which these he knows are only a small drop in the bucket of what he is going to be FORCED TO PAY in the future. But the left brain protests....he sees that ASS, THOSE LIPS....THOSE NOCTURNAL BLOW JOBS AND MIND SHATTERING f---S WALKING OUT THE DOOR IF HE DOES NOT COUGH IT UP!!

There is one more small instant of silence, of dread, of decision... 'OK,' he says. 'It's alright. Buy what you need.' The tension is broken. The salesgirls exchange knowing glances, having witnessed this monumental battle between the sexes before. I hastily gather up Kaori and make for the exit....shivering inside, feeling his agony. There but for the grace of God go I.

Gloria Leonard writes from Hawaii: Poor Jeff Goodman! If you look up the word "nerd" in the dictionary, his picture is right there! I won't even dignify his imbecilic remarks about my age and appearance some twenty or so years ago. s---, even blow-up dolls chewed holes in themselves so as not to have sex with this geek, so what can you expect? The only thing we did have in common was getting screwed by Carl Ruderman. After I'd been there for twelve years as publisher, they conned me into changing my pay status from employee to consultant. Once I was terminated after fourteen years (having made them many millions of dollars), they did hire a younger female, which lasted about a year. On the grounds of ageism, I attempted to bring a lawsuit against them but their wily, wicked strategy paid off 'cause as a "consultant" I was no longer considered an employee and therefore, had no legal ground to stand on! After fourteen years, no pension, no severance, nada. Ruderman got a great deal with me (and yes, even with Goofy Goodman) and his greed sadly, prevailed. There are many ways of getting f---ed in porn and this is yet another example of trust turning to rust!

"976" writes: Jeff Goodman is all wet when he says Gloria Leonard did not invent phone sex. Here is photographic proof of her pioneering involvement circa 1980.

Jeff Goodman responds: I wish to refer all those wishing to gain a deeper insight and knowledge into Gloria Leonard's excellent taste in men, appreciation of looks, discrimination, and ability to choose partners with high quality DNA, to this photograph.

After looking longingly at my photos of Hainan Island, particularly one of a huge Mao-esque Rave Club with Imperial Looking Statues, with the 10-foot-tall Chinese characters roughly translated as 'Getting Laid is Glorious,' I pulled myself away from my memories of that verdant place with minarets and crazy-quilt spires and lights reminiscent of Dreamland and Luna Park, and read Gloria Leonard¹s astute pronouncement that I was a 'geek'. Ahh...typical judgement of insane New York womanhood on a poor kid who just wanted to meet hot girls.

But should we not be proud to be geeks?? In the carnivals of turn of the century America, if a local drunken troublemaker tried to pick a fight with the sideshow geek, pork the fat lady, or beat up the dog-faced boy, the barker would yell "HEY RUBE!" It was a the code word for "trouble with the locals (rubes), everyone come help!"

Every carny person would drop what they were doing, and rush to the defense of their brethren...wielding hammers, tent poles, baseball bats, whatever.

A geek was a freak (the name was derived from the name of a gypsy tribe) who would perform disgusting acts for money, not just bite heads off chickens, but far worse. In antiquity, this gypsy tribe would abduct children in Europe and main them....force their heads into weird shapes, break their legs, make into into crawling freaks, and sell or exhibit them for money or to the monied elete.

Compracheekos...later bowdlerized to "geeks". I found this on the web: "What if people existed who purchased healthy, well-formed children and then mutilated their young bodies to create monsters splendid for laughing at? What if their formula were:

"Take a child two or three years old, put him in a porcelain vase, more or less grotesque, which is made without top or bottom, to allow egress for the head and feet. During the day the vase is set upright, and at night is laid down to allow the child to sleep. The child thickens without growing taller, filling up with his compressed flesh and distorted bones the reliefs in the vase. This development in a bottle continues many years. After a certain time it becomes irreparable. When they consider that this is accomplished, and the monster made, they break the vase. The child comes out -- and, behold, there is a man in the shape of a mug!

"This is convenient; by ordering your dwarf betimes you are able to have it of any shape you wish."

Victor Hugo-The Man Who Laughs

Impossible? No one could be that evil? ...During the 17th century, organized bands of Gypsies called comprachicos (from comprapequeños, the Spanish word for child buyers) developed the profession of creating human monsters from children. Why? For the jaded amusement of master neocheaters and professional mystics of Europe -- the royalty of government and church. "

I believe Robert Crumb and S. Clay Wilson revived the term "geek" in underground comics of the 1960's, and so once again it found it's way into the popular vernacular, eventually being applied to persons who were abnormally interested in introvertive things like computers and Star Trek, and so did not fit into the "in" crowd due to bizarre appearance and mannerisms.

I humbly offer that I myself revived the word 'wimp' by constantly running stories such as 'Little Wimps Masturbated by Huge Violent Women!' in Velvet Touch. Leading directly to the biggest geek of them all ruling the world as it's richest but least-laid man.

Live Long and Prosper JeffG - Famous Geek