We were on our way to a sex club—the first time for both of us—and we knew it was going to be weird.
It was Halloween, and James had brought along some cheap drugstore masks for us to wear. “You don't want these people to be able to see your face.” When he'd forwarded me our reservation the night before, I'd been alarmed by the house rules, which included things like, “Personal hygiene is of the utmost importance” and “No ALWAYS means no.” I wondered what kind of freaks would go to such a place, besides us.
The club operates in the manner of a speakeasy—it's tucked away on the second floor of what appears from the outside to be a lighting store, and there are four levels: a coat-check and registration area, where James forked over for the two of us (it would have been 0 had he shown up alone; he got a discount for bringing me and there's no charge for single ladies); a bar/lounge area, where “bartenders” pour mixers and open people's wine bottles (the club doesn't have a liquor license); an area with couches and chairs for getting to know other club-goers, and, on the top level, an area with beds and curtains, for really getting to know them.
People go there to indulge any number of fantasies: to swap partners, fuck strangers, watch other people having sex, or have sex while other people watch.
Picturing the married couples I know whose relationships are some degree of open, I couldn't help wondering if there's always one partner who'd rather be curled up in front of the TV than out trolling for strange, yet does the latter anyway, to please and hold onto their partner.
“I've seen hotter stuff in movies,” James groused.Of course the people I was being watched by were desperate, hungry-looking middle-aged men and a handful of sad-eyed, hair-dyed ladies with too much metallic eyeliner, but hey: I'll take it.Suddenly a slightly built 50-ish man with glasses, a paunch, and an uncanny resemblance to my parents' accountant came over and offered me a foot massage. He backed off immediately, with a shrug and a wistful grin.A crowd of paunchy, middle-aged white dudes formed a tight circle around the bed, obscuring our view.They watched intently, glassy-eyed with arousal, as the blow job progressed.