Chanel Elle

Chanel Elle is pure California sun. Born and raised in Newport Beach, she’s petite, all natural, with sandy-blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes. “My dad surfed for a living and my mom modeled, so I grew up on the move,” she says. “Beach time has always been my favorite—I’m a sugar cookie through and through.” She started posing for cameras early. The day she turned eighteen she marched into a Playboy audition. “Mom once got offered a spread, but she was busy raising us. I guess I’m picking up where she left off.” She likes the magazine’s blend of polish and heat, calls herself the girl-next-door who just happens to strip for millions. Readers couldn’t get enough; they voted her Cybergirl of the Month, August 2015. Off-set she keeps things simple. “My girlfriends and I pour a few glasses, talk a little dirt, and stay in,” she laughs. “I’m on the go so much that quiet nights feel like a luxury.” In men she has a fixed menu: tall athletes with blue eyes, easy smiles, and arms that can lift her without trying. “They’ve got to know how to touch, how to kiss, and they’d better smell expensive.” If she’s the neighbor, no one’s packing up and leaving.