THE SEX CLUB

THE DOOR, GREEN LIGHT - WHITE LIGHT, A GRATE.

BABIED A BIT.

who are we? who are you?

It was new years 2013, and some people wanted to show off their sexy bodies in a showy, seedy club. We did.

Instantly, a sad older couple, he unremarkable, she in satin playboy corsetted onsie and both with matching miserably intoxicated facial paralysis. A drink from the bar costs £2.50 and it's soft, you bring your hard, and they put your name on it, in a coolbox on a shelf at the back, alongside all the other peoples ones. The one next to ours had cans of smirnoff ice in. The dungeon had the feel of a newly refurbished school gym, next to the stairwell, so there was an anti-atmosphere of flourescent lights and tiled or lino floor.

In the locker room, a fat man in his fourties slumps there, probably tired. he sweats in his top button opened white shirt. FOOTNOTE1
Nervous newbies discover the lockers too small for their big coats and bags, there is a hanger. a walk around with a tired girl with a bob and might-have-been sexy outfit on, sighing as she points to all that is on offer for us. A big couple, the 'orgy' bed and the single guys in the adjacent room like horses peeking out of their single-guys-only viewing portal, happy smiling face with eyes trained on all six of them, a big lady with huge boobs in a corset, out of a corset, a man is giving her head, there's two couples having sex next to her, one man is like 'ooh newbies, see you in five minutes!'. spoilt it for everyone. mirrored ceiling?
closed door room with the two-way mirror, some hardcore sex, loveless couple, coupling perhaps only by verb, man with muscles and flaccid penis penetrates woman with heels. lube? she has blonde hair, she has expressions that are to noone, romanticism voided in this text and in that room, as he puts a condom on the penis he is slapping into sex mode, one of the two guys you are standing with infront of the window, watching, says 'that's my friend' in a tone that is impossible to decipher without being clear in your mind about how you want to engage with it.

We sit in 'the nook' FOOTNOTE 2+3 and wonder.  

FOOTNOTE 3. The atmosphere is somehow clearer, crisper in there, and perhaps you are aroused now. Maybe you are attracted by the idea of the conservative looking couple that are in their twenties getting into it. Maybe it is attractive to be surrounded by people who are only being led by their reptilian brains and somewhat lumpy bodies. Maybe.
We kiss in the 'single males only' room and a man leans over my shoulder and whispers, "can I touch her?", we, he, I, say 'no', and it's ok, but as our first interaction, it's unnerving and funny exciting because one day it could be yes. Drunk now for definite, we move on, we have sex in the public bit with white lines all around it, I am topless, I walk around like this, apparently, we stay together the whole time. We are really drunk, we feel desired, one guy tells my friend that 'we were amazing', but doesn't tell me. 

FOOTNOTE1 A woman later escorts him from the women's toilets, apologising for 'that'. There is vomit diluted in the sink.
FOOTNOTE 2 aka 'the creche' for noobs, scared, repelled by that guy in that other room.