But I kept prying. I just couldn't get past the fact that in this high-end Madison Avenue building -- complete with a Svengali-like management company and co-op board to match -- no one was rustling any feathers over the fact that we had a secret door (“fire egress”, whatever) to a sex club IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR LOBBY. “Oh yes, the building is fantastic, and so are the amenities: full-service doormen, roof deck, sex club, we’ve got it all…”
Yes, it’s a couples-only sex club, he told me. Yes, you walk around naked -- or at least, in a towel. And yes, people are doing it en masse, while others basically stand around and watch. Or, you know, rub one out.