And I know what you're thinking -- it probably goes to the super’s office or a maintenance room. Instead though, it leads into a darkly lit, decades-old swingers club. In a city where bartenders let you smoke after hours (suck it, Bloomberg) and bodegas are used as drug-selling fronts, that was a stupid question.I’ve lived in my building for six years, and the secret door has been there for the nearly-35 years that the sex club has been in existence. “There’s an armed guard on the other side of that door, what do you think? He told me the club was once in danger of being closed down by the mayor’s task force, but because it has friends in high places, it remained open.No “orca fat people”, he said, just no one that made him want to bone in public.While waiting for his date to finish up, he was struck by the DGAF attitude -- from the people who carried on a conversation 2ft from strangers giving fellatio, to the people who worked there massaging randoms.Many sites are broad-based, with members coming from a variety of backgrounds looking for different types of relationships.
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When a good-looking, roughly-my-age-and-definitely-straight guy emerged, I wished our conversation wasn’t going to start with, “Hi, my apartment building is also adjacent to the sex club next door, and we have a secret entrance in our lobby, do you guys have one? He admitted that he’s been trying to figure out a way to get in there and check it out too (other than paying the steep cover and, like, humping strangers), but the one time he mistakenly received their mail and went next door to return it, the front door guy wouldn’t let him in.
Apparently, the door security there is stiffer than the Electric Room at the Dream Downtown.
Whatever the draw is of this club, everyone agreed on one thing: it’s kind of a big deal.
Couples have been coming in from the surrounding suburbs for a night out, or from cities all over the world for years, because this place is an f-ing institution. But in a city where we’re obsessed with exclusive private memberships, hidden password entry, and water tower speakeasies, I can’t help but wonder if maybe we’re going about it all wrong? Renata Sellitti doles out advice for dudes on her blog Miss