This is a poorly writen “review” but my time has been spent elsewhere… Mostly preparing for the Hedo trip. I’ll try to do better next time. Hope you enjoy anyway!
Texas Players Club has an atmosphere that is encouraging and seemingly safe, I was somewhat surprised. It looks much different than the website and the photos I’ve seen, but not at all disappointing. A few stripper poles and dance cages make up for the loss of glam I expected. Our Reserved table was at an elevated level equal to the bar, which served no alcohol but the lady bartender was serving up her own style of mind alterations and the red bull on tap was keeping me alert.
The club was scarce with prospects and I was freezing without any offer to be warmed up! Not that I would entertain such an offer, but I certainly would be entertained by the offer in bed later! There was maybe 20 people in the club which holds a few hundred. I froze like a LA popsicle and was told that the heater would be fixed for our presentation tomorrow night. We both (Gary and I) came from out of town to promote DPT’s tour at Desire resorts this July. My real agenda was to be de-virginized at this “Lifestyle Club.” Little did I know, all the fun was to be held tomorrow at the clubs’ annual Christmas Party, with at least a hundred other people to meet.
Mentioning that this was my first time at a Swingers Club, I was quickly told, “Lifestyle Club”(with the correction in his voice intended to help me, not reduce me) as if I were holding a sign that read, “This is my first time…take advantage of me!“ Being my only adventure thus far in all my 27 years of life to any place promoting such freedom, experience and encouraging sexual liberation, I was taking it in like a “down-home” boy at his first NASCAR race. I started introducing myself, with my thigh highs and garter showing as an invitation for some better conversation than small talk. My short, strapless black satin Christmas dress was accompanied by big blond curls, lip gloss and always friendly yet impish smile.
Taking it all in I saw that this ‘members only’ venue ranged from young to old, thin to large, classic beauties to raw treaded hustlers. From blue to white collar Gents and their decor of women. The similarities were in their civility… but not much more than that. It was almost reminiscent of Cheers, “Where everyone knows your name” and the humility of it all is shared and kept in tact by the very attractive managers, husband and wife team. Her smile could certainly light up any dark place, and her chosen green Santa’s helper outfit made her look like she just walked out of a Playboy magazine. He has an aire of confidence and strength which I must say left me a little wet between my legs and blushed color on my cheeks. I felt more respect from this group of people than that of my local LA posh restraunt bars. The owners are absolutely wonderful and make everyone feel at home in their club, which they have taken a lot of effort and pride in fixing up. I enjoyed my conversation with them in which I learned that they are soon to open their second club. I can’t wait to visit it.
Surrounding the interior walls were artistic photographs showing off the female members in such a way that I was compelled to see each one and try to find them in the crowd, like “Where‘s Waldo“ but for sex fiends. I followed the pictures to the “green room” which is the home of the Symbian. A sex toy with a motor that could mow the most incredible Texas lawns and turn the most stable debutante woman into a sex crazed nympho. Maybe my next trip I’ll have more courage than inhibitions to try it out myself. I continued down the long hall way and jokingly decided they should re-name this passage “Hallmark” as it would be more fitting. The walls were “hall marked” from either the excitement walking into this oasis, or from the exhaustion stumbling out of it.
I came home and drew a stick figure drawing of the orgy I witnessed at the end of the hall. It was the participants were leftovers all thrown in a cooking pot stewing something barely edible… unless you were starving desperate for survival. Excluding the very hot couple at the front of the first bed who started the orgy. Across the four beds was the smorgasborg (I described and later sketched) and ended with an oriental couple watching in bath towels. I awaited the finale, but was fiercely escorted out by the volunteer of the division… stoked bear witness of this recondite ambiance. Never once was I repulsed or left feeling undignified. There is still hope for next time though! My overall judgment is in the favor of The Players Club, “where everyone knows your name, but doesn’t tell.” I can’t wait for Texas Players Club. Hedonism II in Jamaica!
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