The first time going to a new swinger’s club is always a little unnerving. Because of the nature of their existence, it’s not easy to find information before you first arrive, like, is there parking and are the bathrooms clean. You typically have to send an email to God only knows who, and they will look at your pictures and let you know if you’re good to buy a membership. It’s less about attractiveness, and more about screening out single guys, although I’m sure being sexy does help.
We arrived in our uber at a corner of the city that looked very uninviting. Storefronts were dark, and I couldn’t see anyone outside at all. Our driver hesitated, “Are you sure this is the right address?” I had checked a thousand times, but I checked again.
“Yes, this is it,” I said with feigned confidence as I scanned my eyes along the dark sidewalks. We thanked our driver and stepped out into the chilly night air. I felt goosebumps prickle along my thighs, and we stood on the sidewalk for only a moment before a man stepped out and said, “Club Mystery? Right this way.” *All names have been changed, including the club*