From the original post:
New italics. Would you go to a club where you know no-one, having had very few sexual partners in the past, never having been to such a club before, intent on banging the shit out of every living thing? I wouldn’t.
No, I wouldn’t either. But, and I’m not trying to pick an argument with you, if you don’t want to have sex with strangers, why would you and your partner go someplace where people go to have sex with strangers? You just want to have other people watch you, thereby heightening your own pleasure (again, NTTPAA)?
Well, note the words “to start with” in the original post. We like this kind of thing in the realms of fantasy, but I’m not stupid enough to believe that every fantasy can be successfully made real.
Furthermore, Pricegal is the second sexual partner I’ve had in my life. I’m her third. We’ve never been to a swinger’s club before. I don’t know how I’ll react once I’m there. I don’t know how I’d react to seeing Pricegal with someone else. She doesn’t know how she’d react to seeing me with someone else. All in all, we’re kind of nervous. It’s mostly pleasant nervousness, but we’re nervous nonetheless. Jumping into the deep end does not feel like the right thing to do, whereas taking it slow and easy does. We have all the time in the world.
If we like the experience on Saturday and we like the people there we’ll go back, and I’m sure we will have sex with others sooner or later. And even if we don’t, watching and being watched will be quite the thrill anyway.
Yep, to start with. And watch others, of course. Live-action porn.
Okay then! And I hope your fears are unfounded.
I checked with the Wayback Machine, and the club’s site has been up with pretty much the same content as now since at least early 1999. That kind of indicates, to my mind, that they’re not devious.
Well, I’m telling a friend where we are and SMSing the address to him when I have it. If he wakes up Sunday and haven’t got an SMS with the secret password from me, he’ll try to reach me at home and on my mobile, and then call the police, who’ll find a letter in my apartment containing everything I know. And, I’ll bring a can of mace. I feel like I’ve covered all the bases.
One last thought for you, Priceman – you may want to bring your own condoms in case you and Pricegirl end up wanting to get frisky. Better to be prepared, eh?
There are loads of condoms there, and me and Pricegal don’t use them anyway. But I suppose it can’t hurt.
Oh I meant in case you wanted to get frisky with others – sorry I wasn’t clear 
I know for me, if I were to go, since I’m allergic to latex, I would have to take my own.
if they’ve got a website up, and they’ve been running an ad in the paper for awhile, that means they’re pretty durned traceable. I imagine that any outfit that was doing stuff illegally would be a bit more fly-by-night in nature.
Also I understand that the international slave trade works most often by offering employment in other countries, then radically changing the terms of emplyment once the person is out of the country and isolated. Provides a certain amount of legal cover as opposed to outright kidnapping.
We’ve pretty much made a hard decision not to do that on the first time.
Really? What are they made from?
Yeah, me too. They didn’t run an ad in the paper, though, I read an article about them. Not even absolutely sure it was them; maybe there are two swingers clubs in my town!
It used to be that lambskin was the only option for people who are allergic to latex. Now I’ve found another kind, and they are soooooo much better. Unfortunately they also cost more. Thankfully, the future Mr. Contrary and I don’t need them.
I’ve heard about this many times. The most common story is that a young, star-struck wannabe model is offered a contract at an agency in a middle-eastern country, with all expenses paid, and a chance to earn gazillions of dollars by being the next supermodel (" . . . and, here’s Katie wearing another full-length robe with matching face-covering veil . . . "). As soon as the girl is off the plane, their passport is confiscated and they are put to a life of ruin by servicing as many rich men as possible for the duration of their ‘contract’. They are eventually sent home, but only after finding that the money they had been earning has been spent on their room, board, clothing and other ‘expenses’, leaving just enough for them to purchase the ticket home.
While this sounds like an urban legend, there are a couple of ‘agencies’ I’ve run across that sound suspiciously close to what this describes. There are occasionally posts on some of the photography/modeling boards that allude to riches by working for middle-easten agencies (mostly, in Saudi Arabia and Egypt). I don’t know of anyone who has actually persuded it, but it’s general “knowledge” that these types of employment offers are bogus and that the modeling jobs offered are fronts for prostitution (for some reason, American women are considered ‘exotic’ in some parts of the world).
Humm,
I wonder if they were kidnaped?
Man, I wish I had seen this earlier- it’s a little late for advice now, but I would think (never having been involved in this sort of thing) that if these people are on the up and up they wouldn’t be adverse to priceguy involving a third party as a safety net- for example letting them call said friend at a particular time. This would allow for the whole “Call the cops if I don’t call you” to be moved forward to that night, rather than in the morning. As a bonus, NOT letting them do this would be a tip-off that there was fishyness afoot.
C’mon Priceguy, don’t keep us hangin’.
Yeah, Priceguy, have you been kidnapped or what? Has your life turned into a Justine movie?
Thanks for caring, everyone. I haven’t been kidnapped, I just usually don’t post during weekends.
We went, enjoyed ourselves and went home. The club was on the up and up so all my worries were for naught, but it’s better to have precautions and not need them than need them and not have them, am I right?
So here I am with a very interesting and enjoyable but at the same time very new and unfamiliar experience behind me. For one thing, this Saturday I probably saw more real-life naked women than I have in my entire life up to then. So there’s a lot of stuff rolling around inside my head right now. But we are going back, that much is certain.
I suppose I’m now officially a sex freak.
Hehe – details?
Well, Contrary, what do you want to know? Expect me to politely decline to answer, but feel free to ask.