Most of these clubs welcome single men, they are the cash cow that keeps them afloat. Some couples enjoy extra male participation, some women like LOTS of extra male participation (“Greedy Girls”), and there will always be plenty of men wanting to get some action, so they pay far more to get in. There are usually couples-only nights for those that don’t like being pestered by hordes of blokes whose little head is ruling their big head. Single women are so few and far between they usually get in for free.
The place I frequent here in England, Chameleons in Darlaston, is like a converted town-house. There’s a front bar area for socialising, then a warren of smaller rooms, a dungeon, steam room, sauna, a couple of 10-seater jacuzzis (that hold far more than that), plus various open and private rooms to play in. Gents wear towels, ladies wear either towels or lingerie. It’s a “private members (oo-er!) club”, and there’s a big sign in the front bar stating “Towels to be worn at all times. Sexual behaviour will not be tolerated on these premises”. Ha ha, yeah right.
Oh, the things I’ve seen, the things I’ve done, the friends I’ve made…
There’s only so much fun you can have as a single bloke at these clubs though, and there’s nothing worse than nursing a drink on a quiet night, with 30 other single men, all waiting for someone of the opposite sex to show up. You’ve paid £30 to get in though, so you are going to hang on to the bitter end…
Better to find someone to go with, as a couple, single men are the very bottom of the food chain.
Off to the Cap D’Agde next week, and that place is something else, I’ve never seen so much libertinous behaviour in one place!