Harvey Weinstein Had His Assistant Buy Him a Sex Condo and Bring Boner Drugs on Demand

There’s only two times I wear a bathrobe. One is when I’ve just taken a shower. It’s a pretty good reason. The other time is when I have sex guest coming over and I want to send a message that we aren’t here to cuddle and watch Netflix and talk about your feelings; we are here to do a job and I’m wearing something that lets me get my bits out as quickly as possible so we can get right to it.

What separates me from Harvey Weinstein is that this isn’t something I’ve ever sprung on anyone who wasn’t expecting it. It’s the end result of a series of text messages that starts with “hey, come over and have sex with me if you want to,” not “come up to my hotel room for a movie audition, I’m a movie producer. Oh great, you’re here. I need to judge how you hold a penis to see how you’ll be in this summer action film, good thing I happen to have one right here.”

Point is, no one just wears a robe when they’re expecting company unless you show up an hour early. And Harvey Weinstein really likes his bathrobes. So much so that a new story in the New York Times says he had his assistants buying them for him when he sent them to rent him a new apartment he could invite actresses to for “private auditions.”

Sandeep Rehal, then a 28-year-old assistant, began confiding in him about some of Mr. Weinstein’s demands. She had to rent him a furnished apartment, using his corporate credit card to stock it with women’s lingerie, flowers, two bathrobes and extra clothes for Mr. Weinstein.

Women’s lingerie, hunh? That seems like an odd request for a legitimate business expense. Weinstein flew women in from all over the world to have sex with him on the corporate dime by giving them bit parts in movies. And speaking of bit parts:

She and Ms. Franklin said they were tasked with procuring injectable erectile dysfunction drugs, Caverject and alprostadil. Mr. Weinstein paid with his company card and gave Ms. Rehal a $500 bonus for supplying the medication, she said. Ms. Rehal said she had to keep a supply of the shots at her desk, dispense them to him in brown paper bags and sometimes deliver the medication to hotels and elsewhere before his meetings with women.

Man, I imagine your dick not working really has to interfere with your serial sexual harassment. But Harvey didn’t let it stop him, no siree Bob. He stuck a needle in his dick and then he stuck that dick in a bunch of actresses who didn’t want him to. So why did this woman bring dick injections and fresh bathrobes to Harvey’s downtown rape chalet? Glad you asked.

Mr. Weinstein somehow knew personal information about Ms. Rehal, mentioning her student loans and where her younger sister attended school and saying he could have her kicked out. Rewards awaited those who went along, he said. “This is Harvey Weinstein University, and I decide if you graduate,” he told Ms. Rehal and other assistants. Other former employees recall him saying, “One phone call and you’re done.” Mr. Weinstein denied threatening Ms. Rehal about her sister.

The Times also reported that Ms. Rehal also got Harvey to go into sex addiction rehab in 2015, and it turned out about as well as his most recent trip to sex addiction rehab, since he was inviting women up to his hotel room and harassing them at the Toronto International Film Festival, knowing full well that the New York Times was writing a story about him doing exactly that. What a guy, right?

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