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Nora eyed me expectantly, but I shrugged off the question, getting back to what I really wanted to talk about. I stared out at the dance floor and then at the movie showing silently on the wall. It looked like an X-rated film, but I knew what it really was. Nora has several private rooms in her club. One featuresimages from the web that customers can call up at will. Basically, the walls are large screens that show exactly what anyone is surfing for. You might see porn or music videos or even blogs, such as Nora’s own, ThePinkFedora.blogspot.com . Another room is called Would I Lie to You? This room features all black walls with a do-it-yourself polygraph machine on a small wooden table. Nora understands how obsessed people are with this sort of gimmick. She thinks it’s amusing to send a couple back there to learn each other’s secrets. There’s a room in the rear called Body Graffiti, outfitted with edible body paints and a shower – for after; there’s another called Friction; and one called Smile, with Polaroids and video cameras.
But the room at the end of the hall is the most popular: Cinéma Vérité. Anyone can go into it, knowing ahead of time that they will be filmed, and that their antics will be projected onto the wall of the dance floor. Although I’ve never been in that room myself, I’ve always liked it best. Every time I go to Nora’s club, I pretend to be watching dancers on the floor, but I stare at the amateur porn stars, getting into the mood in that small mirrored room. There’s a part of me that wants to be as free as the customers who head to that private paradise.
Right now, an enchantingly pretty Asian girl with long blonde dreadlocks was entering the room. I watched, mesmerised, as two attractive men followed her in – one dark, the other light. The dark one had on leather pants and a tight-fitting red T-shirt. The other was dressed down in jeans and a button-up white Oxford shirt. As I watched, the two men began to kiss the girl – kiss her face, her neck, her breasts. It was as if the threesome had been plucked from some other world, where people did this sort of thing on a routine basis.
Nora reached out and touched my hand. When I looked at her, she let me know she was going to order us more drinks. ‘And check on my bartenders,’ she added. ‘It looks as if one of them is getting ready to fuck one of thepatrons.’ From the way she said the words, I couldn’t tell if she was pleased about this or not. Would that be a no-no in Nora’s club, or the sort of thing to get you a bonus? Then, with a nod towards the screen, she indicated that I should keep watching.
I gazed back at the screen, focusing once again on the vision above the dance floor and the music playing in the background. I knew the song, because I’d heard it so many times at Nora’s: ‘Stuff Me Up’. Peaches and someone named Taylor Savvy. It was a perfect soundtrack for this sexual scenario, Nora’s favourite by the singer aside from ‘Fuck the Pain Away’. I think she likes that one simply because she enjoys saying the words, like the way her patrons adore ordering sexually charged drinks at the clubs: ‘Give me an Orgasm,’ ‘I want Sex on the Beach,’ ‘I’d like to order a Blow Job.’
Had the trio in the not-so-private room been ordering drinks like this? Something had definitely gotten them in the mood. It was as if Nora’s DJ were paying attention to the needs of the people in the Cinéma Vérité room. And most likely, she was. When I gazed over at the DJ – the always stunning Miss Take – I saw that she was following the antics of the trio as willingly as were the rest of the club’s patrons.
The music in the club suddenly reached a crescendo, and the threesome reacted with even more outrageous behaviour. I stopped thinking about the soundtrack and started paying attention fully to the lovers. There was something about the way that they moved, kissing one another so
Nora eyed me expectantly, but I shrugged off the question, getting back to what I really wanted to talk about. I stared out at the dance floor and then at the movie showing silently on the wall. It looked like an X-rated film, but I knew what it really was. Nora has several private rooms in her club. One featuresimages from the web that customers can call up at will. Basically, the walls are large screens that show exactly what anyone is surfing for. You might see porn or music videos or even blogs, such as Nora’s own, ThePinkFedora.blogspot.com . Another room is called Would I Lie to You? This room features all black walls with a do-it-yourself polygraph machine on a small wooden table. Nora understands how obsessed people are with this sort of gimmick. She thinks it’s amusing to send a couple back there to learn each other’s secrets. There’s a room in the rear called Body Graffiti, outfitted with edible body paints and a shower – for after; there’s another called Friction; and one called Smile, with Polaroids and video cameras.
But the room at the end of the hall is the most popular: Cinéma Vérité. Anyone can go into it, knowing ahead of time that they will be filmed, and that their antics will be projected onto the wall of the dance floor. Although I’ve never been in that room myself, I’ve always liked it best. Every time I go to Nora’s club, I pretend to be watching dancers on the floor, but I stare at the amateur porn stars, getting into the mood in that small mirrored room. There’s a part of me that wants to be as free as the customers who head to that private paradise.
Right now, an enchantingly pretty Asian girl with long blonde dreadlocks was entering the room. I watched, mesmerised, as two attractive men followed her in – one dark, the other light. The dark one had on leather pants and a tight-fitting red T-shirt. The other was dressed down in jeans and a button-up white Oxford shirt. As I watched, the two men began to kiss the girl – kiss her face, her neck, her breasts. It was as if the threesome had been plucked from some other world, where people did this sort of thing on a routine basis.
Nora reached out and touched my hand. When I looked at her, she let me know she was going to order us more drinks. ‘And check on my bartenders,’ she added. ‘It looks as if one of them is getting ready to fuck one of thepatrons.’ From the way she said the words, I couldn’t tell if she was pleased about this or not. Would that be a no-no in Nora’s club, or the sort of thing to get you a bonus? Then, with a nod towards the screen, she indicated that I should keep watching.
I gazed back at the screen, focusing once again on the vision above the dance floor and the music playing in the background. I knew the song, because I’d heard it so many times at Nora’s: ‘Stuff Me Up’. Peaches and someone named Taylor Savvy. It was a perfect soundtrack for this sexual scenario, Nora’s favourite by the singer aside from ‘Fuck the Pain Away’. I think she likes that one simply because she enjoys saying the words, like the way her patrons adore ordering sexually charged drinks at the clubs: ‘Give me an Orgasm,’ ‘I want Sex on the Beach,’ ‘I’d like to order a Blow Job.’
Had the trio in the not-so-private room been ordering drinks like this? Something had definitely gotten them in the mood. It was as if Nora’s DJ were paying attention to the needs of the people in the Cinéma Vérité room. And most likely, she was. When I gazed over at the DJ – the always stunning Miss Take – I saw that she was following the antics of the trio as willingly as were the rest of the club’s patrons.
The music in the club suddenly reached a crescendo, and the threesome reacted with even more outrageous behaviour. I stopped thinking about the soundtrack and started paying attention fully to the lovers. There was something about the way that they moved, kissing one another so
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