Not everyone is as chatty as John, an ex-punter who liked the club so much he got a job here. In that time, they say, they’ve collected enough anecdotes to write a book, like the man who proposed to his girlfriend while she was blindfolded and tethered.Īnd what did she say? “Oh, she said yes,” smiles doorman John. In nearly two years there’s been one fight at the club – and that was between two women. Is that worse than someone having an affair?” “In here, it’s safe – it’s in a controlled environment between consenting adults. They’re happening in quiet country lanes all over the country on a Friday night. “Well, let’s be honest about this,” says Mike, “these things happen. Morally, how do you feel about that, Mr Club Owner? Twenty yards away, to the rear of the club, is St George’s church. G-Spot club Leicester (Image: Leicester Mercury) Her partner is sitting on a couch, one eye on her, one eye on the gaggle of slack-jawed men watching her at the door. Lying naked on a bed is a middle-aged woman lost in the throes of solitary passion. In the club, the door to one of the five playrooms or “bonkobooths’’ has been left deliberately ajar. Old people, short people, black people, gay people, men with moustaches and, occasionally, glamorous young women in outrageous clothes. ![]() Some people, says Mike, are so nervous when they first arrive, they can barely sign the club register.īy 11pm, there are 17 couples, four women and 15 men in the club. But as they walk out, more people walk in.Ī man in his 30s, (wedding ring on the third finger of his left hand and pictures of his kids in his wallet) looks apprehensive as he pays his entrance fee. One couple leaves after 20 minutes, “Not up to much tonight,” the bloke sniffs. ![]() It’s 10.30pm and like the BBC’s Brian Hanrahan in the Falklands War, I’m counting them in and counting them out. With that, she skips off, up the stairs and into the main arena, on the look out for a man she barely knows to have sex with in front of strangers. Why should I keep it a secret? It’s a big part of my life.” “Or I come with anyone who can give me a lift,” she laughs. The building that housed G Spot (Image: LMD) She used to come to the club with her husband, who, sadly, died six months ago.īut life goes on. I don’t really care what other people think – if they haven’t been here, how can they judge?” “I reckon it’s sleazy,” she says, “that’s why I like it. Tonight the 41-year-old mum is sporting a leather micro-skirt, low-cut leopard-skin top and kitten heels. “The whole decor says sex,” insists co-owner Mike, 42, a former hosiery worker. “It’s like a village pub atmosphere in here,” they all say. The three owners – Brian, Mike and Mitch – spent 18 hours a day for three months renovating the club at a cost of £30,000. Large speakers spill out a looped R’n’B soundtrack. Swingers sit on wooden benches, the ones usually found in pub gardens, and cigarette smoke hangs thick in the air, all but masking the faint whiff of cologne and the odd mid-life crisis. The walls are black, the ceilings are black, the lights are low and there’s the occasional smattering of red paint. Inside, it’s deliberately dark and mysterious. So what’s it like behind those dark doors? And just who would go to a club like this? In reality, he admits, not many people say no. “And if someone says no, then it stops there.”īrian and Mitch at the G-Spot on Rutland Street (Image: LMD) This is the club where everyone likes to say yes, but where the all-important rule, says co-owner Brian, is No Means No. That is until a large lady in her 40s shimmies by wearing nothing but stockings, a bra and a smile, which, oh dear, she’s shooting in my direction.Īnd was that a wink? I realise I’m blushing like a schoolboy. It’s early, but inside people are smiling and cajoling, touching and hugging. Welcome to the G Spot club, the swingers’ venue in Rutland Street, Leicester, where consenting adults meet three times a week (Thursday, Friday or Saturday) for a little of what they fancy. This, however, is not your local pub – this is another world, a parallel Leicester universe a few hundred yards from the Clock Tower where anything goes. ![]() Two men are playing pool and a cluster of people by the bar are laughing and joking in a tactile way which, if this was your local pub, wouldn’t make you think twice. In a dark room, in the corner of a bar, a porn movie plays to a largely unappreciative audience. We take a look back to 2003, and Lee Marlow's visit to the "parallel universe where anything goes". A trendy new bar is preparing to open in a city centre building which used to house the swingers' club G Spot.
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