Posted at its front door was an African-American bouncer the size of a military tank. I grinned at him, he didn’t grin back. Instead, he barked, “One hundred to get in.”
I paid, walked past him, and went from room to room in search of Renner Jump.
Dove soap couldn’t have cleaned the dirty scent from my body as I walked down the narrow hallway, peeping into each of the rooms like some sick voyeur.
Room 1 showcased a naked young man hanging from the ceiling. Chains decorated his chest and a ball-shaped orb swung from his scrotum. A bear of a man stood in front of him with what looked to be a leather whip.
Room 2 was empty. Thank God.
Room 3 was occupied by four men, all cowboys. A four-pile up occurred in one corner of the room. All the cowboys were naked except for the rugged boots on their feet. And sexual things were being carried out inside the room that would even make a pornstar gasp with horror, details that I cannot even reflect on.