The couple booked a motel room not far from the club, so we elected to meet them there. This gave us friends to arrive at the club with so we weren’t going in completely alone. Their room was in the back of the motel, I don’t recall a ton of details, but I do remember she wasn’t ready and we had to wait. We may have been a little early too, but all that was a blur because I think I was one airplane bottle of Jack Daniels into my evening, about to enjoy a 2nd before arriving at the club.

We drove down some back roads to this stone driveway which lead up a lane away from the road. As we pulled past a rundown house and toward what appeared to be just an old cement block building with no windows, personality or appeal, we wondered what we had agreed to. This place looked almost scary.

We gathered our things from the car, a bag of stuff I wasn’t sure I’d actually need, and our alcohol then followed our new friends down some stairs to a heavy metal door. Yes, I was slightly inebriated from the pre-arrival JD, but I was well aware of the less than welcoming surroundings we had found ourselves in. It was upon opening the door I saw welcoming lights, heard the laughs of people and felt a tiny bit more at ease.

We had to go through some newbie paperwork and details before we were connected with our host couple. Our friends had been there before so they were able to pay their fee and go on in. We followed the host couple up a set of stairs into the main part of the club.

It was dark, the music was loud and there were people buzzing around. First we were shown a spacious locker bank for our belongings which we decided to go ahead and utilize. We previewed the website and knew to have a lock along to lock up our valuables. From there the host couple showed us to the bar. Being a private club, which all are in my area, they serve you your own beverages, providing basic mixers if desired. We checked our alcohol in at the bar where they gave us a number and offered us our first drinks.

Our hosts continued with the tour of the rest of the club. There were tables and chairs spread out around a dance floor, some couches and a stage with a dancer’s pole. The DJ had a booth a few steps above the dance floor and there was a giant cage for dancing on the far side of the stage. Beyond the dance floor and bar area were the playrooms. This club had a wide variety of themed rooms, each fitted with a bed, decorations, and, most importantly, a door. We were told one of the most important rules of the club, outside of the always enforced “no” means “no”, never open a closed door. If a door is open with the chain across, you may watch but you may not enter or cross the chain. If the door is open without the chain you may remain in the doorway and if invited, you may enter. Do not assume just because there is no chain you are free to walk in and join the fun. It felt like a lot of take in, but every piece of it made complete sense.

We saw each room and the variations between them. Some had windows for viewing, but most were able to be totally private once the door was closed. The club also had a hot tub, pool tables, various televisions with porn playing and a small hot buffet that ran for the first few hours of the evening.

Once we were give the basic overview and rules we were left on our own. A little overwhelmed we went to locate our friends.

From there it was a night with a tad too much alcohol, followed by enough sexual activity to work off any whiskey left in my body. We ended up spending a good chunk of the night in one of the playrooms with our friends, not what we expected or intended, but it was a hell of a night for the memory books.