Jason Biggs, who stars in this year’s upcoming ‘American Pie’ sequel, and his wife Jenny Mollen are into some kinky stuff!

In a recent trip to Vegas, the couple ordered a couple of prostitutes to their hotel room for entertainment!

After a false start with a girl named Eva and an uncooperative ATM, Mollen and Biggs finally scored a friendly sex worker on their second night in the hotel.

Jenny tells the whole store in a blog entry she wrote for Playboy. All I have to say is… classy girl. Yikes.

I’m going to put it after the jump… NSFW!

So my husband and I got a whore. I’m hoping, unless you’re some sick depraved dissolute of a person, this isn’t the kind of thing you hear everyday. If it is, f**k you, I thought it was pretty gangster. So, ok, where do I begin? I wanted to do something special for his birthday, isn’t that how all these stories start? We were married for just over a year, and in Gemini years, that’s like twelve.

The adventure started when I called up my asshole friend, Chelsea and asked if she knew any “massage therapists”. Chelsea insisted that this chick would come over and with the proper amount of alcohol, do whatever we wanted.

That night, I made the arrangements. I set the mood, turned on some Enigma, and poured champagne. My husband, however, paced around the house like a lunatic, wondering if he was going to get arrested for having a hooker visit our home. The girl arrived at the proper whoring hour of 9pm. I answered the door in a see-through bra and undies. I led her upstairs to my bedroom where she set up her massage table. About thirty minutes in, I started to realize something was wrong. This girl wasn’t a prostitute!! This girl was a legit massage therapist! F**king Chelsea set me up. The entire hour she wouldn’t shut up about my rotator cuff and various bulging discs. As the night progressed, I did manage to get her drunk. Only to trap myself with her! She couldn’t drive home and wouldn’t shut the f**k up about her pilot she thought we would be perfect for and how, “Can you believe, so many people assume just because I’m a masseuse, I’m down for sex?” YES! I am one of those people! After hours of nonsense, she left. Jason was ready to strangle me. I called Chelsea, who proceeded to laugh her ass off for twenty minutes straight.

The next day, I was on a mission. As fate would have it, we were already scheduled to fly to Vegas that weekend for our friend’s surprise birthday party. While my husband waited on our luggage, my iPhone and I camped out next to a couple grungy kids whose mother was several yards away feeding their lunch money to the Triple Ace of Fortune slot monster. They asked if I was interested in kidnapping them. I smiled, sympathized, thought about my own overexposed childhood, flashed them a pair of tits on cityvibe.com, and said, “Sorry, it isn’t that kind of trip.” They nodded and wished me luck.

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