Mightier Than This Blog
Daily/weekly musings from Toronto reporter Jenny Yuen. Get the scoop by reading more about her escapades while writing about the news.Thursday, August 21, 2008
(Previously posted on Facebook):Photo: Jack Boland/Sun Media
Wicked Club: A Sea of Fragrant Balls
...Not that I was close enough to sniff them for a fact, but when I finally ventured upstairs that's all I could really detect. Fragrant balls and lube.
This is my own experience at Wicked Club.
But maybe I should rewind four hours to when I first arrived to Wicked Club, an on-premise swingers club at Queen and Ossington that had opened up several years ago.
I had interviewed club owners Aurora and Shlomo Benzion a few days previous and asked to check out the second and third floor VIP areas to get "a taste" of what really goes on during the weekend.
So Sun photog Jack Boland met me around 10 p.m. Saturday night and for the next half-hour or so shot the owners with a few bar hostesses dressed in schoolgirl lingerie, all posing in provocative ways.
Jack left shortly after we headed down to the dance floor area leaving a friend Yee-Guan I had met there to fend for ourselves. Even though it was "barely legal schoolgirl night," there weren't a lot people aside from myself dressed up. I had dusted off my Japanese Battle Royale school uniform, which hadn't been worn since I hugged Elvira, Mistress of the Dark a few comic-cons ago, tossed on a pair of ballet slippers and off I went.
YG and I nervously sat at a rectangular booth with another couple who looked like newbies. We tried making some small talk with them, but we got the sense they weren't really into it so we left them alone. The girl, dressed in a clingy miniskirt, was definitely more into the scene than her boyfriend.
As the night progressed, the dance floor of the club became more crowded. Some obviously regular ladies took the plunge and entered the circular caged area in the centre and like a conga line, the three women squished and grinded up against each other like it was the rinse cycle.
Around midnight, Shlomo tells me, "It's too early - they need to get in the mood first" before going up to the VIP floors.
Shlomo and Aurora would keep checking up on us no matter where we'd move. It made me feel more awkward about being there since the club scene isn't really my thing and nor is the music and dancing. I kept thinking, where can rock and roll nerds get their 'swing' on?
Most of the people were in their 30s or 40s. Granted, there may have been a few people in their mid to late 20s and a couple in their 50s. The majority were couples, as there were restrictions of single men coming in alone. Single women are always welcome, on the other hand.
At about 1:15 a.m. - after we witness a woman dressed in a cop uniform perform a topless lapdance for her husband in the booth next to us - the VIP floor is finally ready for us. Everyone is liquored up nicely and horny.
There is a strict policy of towels and lingerie so YG and I changed in the communal locker room area. I turned out to be the only one wearing lingerie - a purple corset - while everyone opted for the easy access route. Made sense - I didn't plan on partaking myself that evening.
No, I was just there "to watch."
Turns out, lots of other people felt the same as me.
On the second floor, there is a bar leading into several couches, including one shaped as big like Meg Ryan's lips. Aurora was at the bar and began talking to me about dress codes and clientele. I was listening, but my eyes kept wandering to the couple going at it in the corner, the man jackhammering his partner as if the rapture was steadfastly approaching.
"Uh huh...well, I think we're going to check out the bed over there."
The "bed" is more like a rectangular area made up of several mattresses pushed together. There might've been at least 20 people there, some couples, others three and foursomes. My view was of a row of ass and balls. Most of the men were down on all fours pleasuring their wives and girlfriends or someone else's wife/girlfriend. I took a sip of water.
To my left, we notice the same couple we thought were newbies before are involved in other shenanigans. It appeared the girlfriend was blowing this one guy with another chick while her boyfriend watched. We saw them again later and she was getting fingered by another dude while her boyfriend watched. Who would've guessed - her boyfriend was into it after all.
The second floor also has a jacuzzi and shower as well. I watched this dude soap himself up and wished it were Robert Downey Jr. instead.
The 3rd floor is more of what goes on on the 2nd floor but better. It's dimmer, tinged by red lights and when you first reach the top of the stairs, there is a sex swing. When we arrived, a couple was using it while two other couples watched and masturbated. As the swing couple came, they got a standing ovation.
The wife dressed up as Bad Cop took the mainstage bed and fucked her husband while voyeurs watched through the two-way mirrors in the adjacent rooms.
Down the hall are a series of rooms, some with sliding doors, some without. If the door was open, you could peek in and watch what was going on. If it was closed, it was for privacy. I only saw one door closed 80% of the way for the hour I was there.
All the beds were shared by one or more couples who loved being watched or maybe just didn't care. Some people even used the small table in the hall as leverage as they fucked. It was sort of sensory overload. I hadn't ever seen anyone bang in front of me in person unless I was involved - and with watching porn, it's different, so that took a little time to get used to. But it didn't take long.
I was intrigued and turned on watching this four-way happen up in the "dungeon area," which looks more like a lion's cage, anyway. One girl was going down on the other as their boyfriends jerked off. Next to them, a woman rode her partner hard and whimpered and moaned as he went faster. All around me there was something going on.
A couple from Hamilton were also watching the scene. The girl, wearing a black bra, and I start chatting. "So is it your first time here?" she asks. "Yes, it's pretty crazy." "Do you want to go up there and play?" "I'm...just here to watch." She's very cool with my limits. "Hey, that's totally fine."
That's the one thing I got the vibe of - even in the dance area - swingers seem to be very easy-going.
There were condoms in baskets, though I can't recall anyone using them. But who knows if it was bareback sex with their own partner - you can't really tell.
There was some comedy throughout the night, though.
As I was watching four couples all bent over in all kinds of uncomfortable positions, a man peeks in with me. "My girlfriend...her shoes are in there still."
I tell him, "Go for it. Just climb over people." He does but gives up after a few seconds of sifting through people mid-coitus. He exits, smiles at me and shrugs. I tell him: "Get it later...they'll still be there."
Other than that, I wasn't propositioned and I never had my personal space invaded. This kind of thing never really seemed taboo to me. And after a while, it just reminded me of a nudist colony, only people commune to have sex. I went to a Cuddle Party a few years ago and the "puppy piles" they do where everyone lies on top of each other - being at Club Wicked sort of reminded me of that.
I'd probably recommend this place for the curious swinger. However, I doubt Shlomo would've let me in through the door and upstairs - I doubt I'd fit in their standard of beauty just by the way they were looking YG and I up and down.
I will admit that when I got home, I did maul my boyfriend thinking about the foursome I witnessed hours before. But the stuff that went on in our bedroom seemed way hotter than my experience at Wicked Club.
But that's just me.
posted by Jenny Yuen # 11:10 AM 
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