Everyday Stranger

Er...Whose Leg Is That?

I have noticed that quite often people tend to have pre-conceived notions of sexual environs. For example, women tend to have a view of male strip clubs (the ones in which men patron and in which women wear spangly, sparkly G-strings that must surely cause thong rash, but I guess that is all in a day's work for them). The mental image is that the men are drunk, hooting and hollering, standing on the tables and slinging dollar bills at the nearest bra. But I went to a strip joint with a friend some years ago and I found I couldn't have been more wrong-it was quiet, subdued, with a "touch the lady and we kill you" mojo and $10 drinks to boot.

And perhaps people have a rather preconceived notions about sex clubs-that they are all moaning gasping people, slathered up in weird body grease and screaming as they get off. Rubber sheets and chat-up lines. Weird pervy types asking women to walk on them wearing stiletto heels.

The truth is, they are rather terribly polite, really. Quiet, no weird pervy types, and the people look like everyday people. And no weird body grease. It actually was more along the lines of:

Him: Hello, my name is Bob, and I will be your heavy petter for the day.
Me: Hello, Bob. My name is Helen, and I will be providing you with hand service briefly, before an associate will work with you on achieving the ultimate goal.

The thing about an orgy is, you don't always know what's going on around you. I have been to two such occasions, one rather by accident (it was a party that got quite naughty quite quickly), and once I visited a sex club. That's right. A sex club.

Remember-I was a liberal arts major in university.

The sex club was quite an experience. It was some time ago, and my then-boyfriend had found out about one in the city, and asked if I was up for it. Since I had never been to one, and my sexual policy in college was that I should try everything once (barring children and animals. Bless the beasts and the children, and protect them from the rigors of the bedroom), I said I was up for it.

So he booked us in the following Friday night.

When Friday rolled around, he was quite nervous, but I am honest when I say that I was only a little nervous. I was more curious. What would happen? Would we find others that thought we were attractive? Would it be all skanky and gross, or rather artfully arranged Grecian urns and moaning bodies?

The place itself was located in the bottom floor, under a store. There was a tasteful and subtle black and white sign outside, and once the door opened there was a short staircase, ending in a row of lockers. A long desk was to the left, with shelves and shelves of sex toys and vibrators, and a large mahogany bar was next to it. To the right were a series of showers and a men and a women's toilet. It was all rather dimly light, but very clean and very simplistically decorated.

We registered, paid a fee, and were handed two towels and a key to a locker. The norm was to put all the clothes in our locked locker and walk around in towels (although we were told that many others would turn up in PVC and lingerie), so in a moment of gusto we went with it, removed all our clothing and wrapped the towels around ourselves. I felt a bit stupid wearing a large white cotton towel, but it didn't seem to bother anyone else, so what the hell. When in Rome, after all. And surely the Romans had clubs like this.

The staff showed us the premises, replete with a dungeoun (no thank you), a gyno-chair (Hmm. I see the possibilities there, but not sure that I could ever look at my gynecologist the same way again), and a whip me/beat me place to tie up people to be spanked. It looked like fun, but the experience was on the verge of being intimidating enough, we both rather thought that was over the top for the day.

There was a room that was completely dark, although judging by the sounds, it was far from inactive in there. Another room with an enormous, with perhaps a 15 meter bed along one wall and mirrors on every wall (with couches along another wall so that people could watch), and finally one more room that was smaller, with a bed about 6 meters long and couches all along the walls. There was also a jacuzzi room, but that looked a little too Roman bathhouse for our tastes.

The rules there were simple: No meant no, without exception. The way to approach someone was to put a hand on their shoulder. If they pushed it away, it was a no. If they didn't, you were good to go. No sex in the jacuzzi (too difficult to clean up). No sex outside the property. Sex anywhere else was good to go (even on the bar, as the owner explained they were happy to remove glasses and ashtrays should the overwhelming horniness overtake one at the bar. Not only am I not that much of an exhibitionist, I had hygeine issues with that, and we ruled it out.) Condoms were not optional, they were mandatory. And man-to-man was discouraged unless their partners were going woman-to-woman, in which case amuse away.

And so there we were. We gulped down a glass of wine nervously, giggled, and took a shower next to the jacuzzi. We figured-we came to try something. So let's try it. What's the use of being here, bolting it up, and bailing without being able to check that box? So we walked into the smallest room, laid down in a space next to three other couples, and so it began.

He started in on me while our eyes darted around, scarcely able to comprehend what we were doing. We had ridden the edge on some other activities before, but never like this. It was hard to believe that on the same bed were three other couples getting it on. A few couples sat on the couches and watched. My boyfriend and I stayed together, moving together, just taking it in.

And then I looked up at his face, and grinned. I knew that he would enjoy this, and I really wanted to see what would happen next. I wanted to watch his expression.

So I touched the woman's shoulder next to me.
I was not rejected.
It was on.

I will spare you the gory details, but suffice to say that we entered the club with the ambition to try things, and try we did. At one point, I was in the center of a number of people, and I was never sure what was going on. Someone's hand brushed my shoulder. Whose? Someone held me close, and kissed my back. Whom? I was kissing someone-was it the same person that I had been kissing a second ago? My boyfriend was with someone with curly blond hair-had I already seen her?

To tell the truth, I was not so risque and in the end I only was directly active with my boyfriend and one other man (the possibility was there to actually have as many of the men as the women wanted, but I wasn't there to up my numbers in a ho-ish way, I was only there for the experience). Oh, and I got off with a few women, but not sure if you are counting them (although I had the best girlie sex that I have had to date yet with one woman there. If you're out there gorgeous-if only you knew how many rounds of self-relations I have had to you. SIGH). My boyfriend was active with me and one other woman (the partner to the man I was with there, we simply swapped partners).

I realize that it may make me look and sound bad, but it was a one-off and I am not sorry I did it. I wanted to know what an orgy was like, and now I know. I can see the attraction, it was big fun and a real eye-opener. I can also see that they can wear you out and they could be on the seedy side.

Luckily, this place was extremely clean, very safe-sex focused, and not once did I feel the situation was out of control. I rather remember it being very sensual. When I was in the center, people were quite careful with me, and I felt quite caressed and looked after. But when my boyfriend and I tried to go over the details later, it was too hard to remember-there was simply so much happening all around us there, it was hard to keep straight everything that had happened. My boyfriend and I left rather early, went home, showered, and spent the rest of the evening snuggling and making sure we were both feeling ok and not weirded out.

The owner remarked as we were leaving that that was the first time a newcomer couple like ourselves had jumped into such action. What can I say? When I put my mind to something, I really invest.

Would I do it again? Dunno, maybe with the right partner. But I have at least experienced it, seen what the hype was about, and haven't regretted that I took a chance to try it.

Now if you'll excuse me, my blog is posted, my job emails are responded to for the day, and I am going back to bed. But at least yesterday I showered and had a bit of dinner, so maybe things are looking up.

-H.

Posted by Everydaystranger at January 7, 2004 08:09 AM | TrackBack