Trapeze-y
Does it!

When Alan Mostow talks about sex, People tend to listen. Not because Alan is a brilliant sexologist, mind you – it's just that he happens to run the biggest, fanciest and most popular on-premises swing club in South Florida, a jumping Fort Lauderdale joint called Trapeze (get it? Swinging? Trapeze?).

Recently, Alan told us he'd decided to spread out and open a brand-new couples' club in an entirely different city and state. When we asked which lucky town he'd chosen, rather than answer us directly, Alan decided to maintain an air of mystery.

Let's just say it's the city I realized is THE sex capital of the United States,” he said. The horniest city in the whole damn country. Take a guess. We ran down a short list of the obvious choices. New Orleans…? No. LA…? No. New York? Dallas? Philly? Jersey City? NO, no, no and NO! Alan showed us a magazineClipping entitled, “Welcome to SinCity… Hope You Brought Cash.It is in Atlanta, Georgia.

Trapeze Atlanta has been a major success, and several months after its grand opening, it's going gangbusters. The good ol' boys and Southern belles really like their sexual recreation – and since Atlanta's one of those towns where everyone seems to have come from someplace else, the natives have few inhibitions about getting' down- and-dirty at the drop of a towel. After all, who's going to tattle, and even if they want to, whom are they going to tattle TO?

Atlanta's local sex trade is an estimated $250 million-a-year business. Nor was the sweet southern skin game born yesterday. In the 19th century, Atlanta sported a red light district known as the ‘Tight Squeeze.' Today, because the town is such a business/convention center, officials look the other way regarding erotic Enterprises – though it's hard to Know exactly which way to look Since the town's so richly endowed With strip clubs, escort services, Modeling studios, massage parlors, Adult stores… and now, thanks to Alan, swing clubs.

Alan invited us to come on down and see for ourselves, and – always The perfect host – he publicly announced a sure-fire inducement to help us recruit and shoot lewd ladies and gents; namely a ‘Best Legs Contest' in the club with one thousand dirty dollars going to the winner.

Trapeze was packed on the Friday night we showed up with our lights, lenses and laptops primed to capture the action, and as expected there were dozens of volunteers for the contest. Judging took place on Trapeze's disco dance floor, enabling the ladies the make use of a nice shiny brass tripper-pole as they kept their thighs on the prize. Alan had even recruited two local folks to help us with the contest judging: Devon, a nice gent who publishes a local sex-scene mag called the Atlanta Free Times (www.atlantafreetimes.com) and Celeste Fox, a bawdy southern belle and webmistress of a number of horny-housewife-type internet sex sites (www.celeste-fox.net.).

Alan's original plan called for one winner-take-all first prize. But there were so many lovely contestants they were like hors d'oeuvres: we couldn't pick just one without wanting several others. Besides we'd told everyone the winner would be required to take part in explicit photography right after the contest, and we figured it would look way cooler if two or more tarts were tangoing. So we picked two winners instead of one.

Going on the oh-so-American theory that bigger is better, we selected a pair of extremely tall, long-stemmed lovelies and had them split the prize. Wendy, a brunette beauty, was a lean, mean tower of power- six feet tall without her spiked heels. Sidney was a curvy blonde babe. We all agreed they made a lovely unmatched set; we interviewed them privately before announcing our decision, and both assured us they not only wouldn't mind splitting the prize, they'd also be positively delighted to get down and do some deliciously dirty deeds with each other should they both happen to win the contest.

We announced our decision, and then set about preparing a place in the club's cavernous back area to shoot the two sweet strumpets enjoying the fruits of their victory. And also the finger-fucking and pussy-eating of their victory.

Meanwhile, back at the raunch… Celeste Fox had fallen in lust. She'd taken a shine to one of the contestants – Tia Moon, a delightful Asian lovely who hadn't finished in the money, but had won Celeste's heart in the ladies' room after the contest. Celeste, her boyfriend Jake, Tia and her husband Guy were all getting along so swimmingly when the music cranked up, they started carrying on right there on the dance floor, then repaired to the Trapeze rear-area bar for some cocktails and cocksucking.

They weren't shy about their mutual attraction, either with each other or with our camera. How not-shy were they? Sooner than you could say “swing your partner” Tia Moon was hand- feeding her husband's tubesteak into Celeste's open mouth while Jake tickled Tia's twat with his turgid tool. That's how not-shy.

After a while we moved along to another part of the club, a lewd lounging area called, for obvious reasons, the Red Room. There Celeste, Tia. Jake and Guy watched us photograph contest winners Sidney and Wendy lezzing out on the velvet chaise longues. They also watched while Dave, a venal volunteer, received oral attention from Wendy and returned to the courtesy by applying cock to cunt. After Dave dropped his deposit in Wendy's box, our awesome foursome stepped right into the Red Room and helped us finish off a few rolls by rolling around with each other demonstrating the many wonderful ways in which two can go into one.

They also demonstrated (as swingers often do) the eternal truth of the grand old proverb, “Greater love hath no man than this, that he would lay down his wife for his friends.” So sayeth the Good Book – the Good book of Swinging that is…

Thank you Atlanta, sex capital of the USA,

and GOODNIGHT!