The Club Ch. 01

The Club
by zeb1049


Chapter 1

Everything was ready. Hiring the girls had been the hardest, the booze for the bar the easiest. Keeping all this from my wife, that had been impossible. Tonight was the opening night of my version of the latest and greatest gentlemen's club. The club, divided into three huge sections catered to a diverse group. The first section was for women only. It featured buff young studs that would strip down to the buff. Touching by the women was up to the men.

The second featured sweet young things all under twenty-five. Everyone could enter and watch. The girls stripped down to the buff. No touching allowed. Lap dances were available. The third section was special in that it only featured women over forty. Well not really true, over thirty-five. There were absolutely no women under thirty-five stripping on its stages. This section catered to those gentlemen and ladies who like their women mature and experienced. In this section, touching was up to the lady performing.

There was no real law in the state to disallow touching, just club policy. I had talked to many a girl who had mistakenly worked at a club that allowed unlimited touching by the clientele. Most of these girls were in the under twenty-five year olds but a few of the thirty-five and over women complained too. So, I decided to have the young girls section be no touching. The more mature women could make up their own mind.

The bouncers were trained by a friend of mine who could walk a two-hundred-fifty pound man on his tiptoes out the front door of the club with one hand. All my bouncers were bonded and licensed. None of them had criminal records and all of them were big, except my head bouncer. Luke was only five-six weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds, but he could take down the biggest d***ken patron.

As we were catering to women as well as men, the licensing had been that much tougher. All the girls and women had to go through a background check. Plus, I didn't what any professional prostitutes working in my club. All the girls and women were told if they wanted to have sex for money to go somewhere else. One of the women asked me 'what if we want to give it away?' I was stunned to say the least. However, I told her, as we didn't have a license for that they couldn't. She smiled and winked at me. They were all told where the rules were posted and if they decided to break the rules I would not hesitate to have them e****ted from the building faster than they could say 'I'm sorry'.

Because of where we were located, I had to hire a private police f***e to patrol the parking lot and surrounding area. It was cheaper than what the Sheriff's department wanted to charge. Most of them were off duty cops and Sheriff's deputies. Some were ex-military sent to me by friends. My chief of police was a close personal friend of my uncle.

All the employee's were standing by and ready for the doors to open. We were opening at eight in the evening on a warm spring Saturday. The ads had been playing on the radio for a couple of weeks. As I looked out over the club from up in my office, I could also see the crowd waiting by the door to come in. Most were single men but here were quite a few couples standing under the moonlight. I smiled as I looked at all the girls and women anxiously waiting for our first rush of customers.

The clocked ticked down and Luke opened the doors. The line of bouncers just inside the doors kept them from just rushing in. We had standards here. You had to be twenty-one or you didn't get in. As the first ones in line were carded and let in, they stood to one side waiting for friends or looking over the further entrances to the different section of the club. The dancers were waiting at those entrances greeting each arrival.

Some couples split up as the woman went into the 'Dude Ranch' and the man went into the 'Chic Coup' or the 'Granny Shack'. Most of the young guys went for the 'Coup', although I saw several head for the 'Shack'. At about nine o'clock the bouncers were turning people away, we were full. The 'Ranch' had more women in it that I had thought. The 'Coup' was almost full, while the 'Shake' was maybe half full.

As I watched, the first sets were starting on the stages. Luke came up beside me and leaned on the railing. He didn't say a word as we watched the shows started.

"How is the crowd?" I asked him.

"Fine but it's early. There are a group of guys that might be trouble later, especially when they find out their wives or girlfriends get to touch the strippers in the 'Ranch'."

"Well, keep an eye on them."

"Got it covered."

"Good."

We stood there and watched the girls spin and dip on the closest stage, which was the 'Coup'. She was a cute little redhead. She didn't have big boobs but she did have more than a handful. The guys down close at the edge of the stage were going wild. They were waving dollar bills and putting them on the stage in front of them. Karen, the little redhead, would twirl and dip over to them and pick up the dollar as she danced on the stage just for them. She was almost naked now, just her g-string covering her crotch.

"Karen was all nervous about being the first one on stage tonight," Luke said as she kicked her g-string off with a big smile on her face.

"Yeah, she kept begging me to put someone else on first."

"You go girl!" Luke shouted.

"She can't hear you up here."

"I know just moral support."

Luke pushed off the railing, walked back to the stairs, and disappeared from sight. I looked over at the stage in the 'Shack'. Lori was on stage giving a great show. She was down to the g-string and a smile as she strutted around the stage. Lori was a brunette whose hair cascaded down her neck to the middle of her back. She was thirty-nine years old on her application. In reality, she was forty-five and looked thirty-nine. Her body was tight and her boobs didn't sag. Her greatest asset was her legs. They were slender and shapely.

As she kicked her g-string off one of the guys at stage edge, placed a ten spot on the rail. Lori sauntered over looking down at him as he memorized her body. As she squatted down to pick up the ten spot, he reached forward and touched her leg. His fingers grazed her inner thigh. She reached for the bill and opened her legs farther, inviting his caress. The guys around him hooted and hollered as he ran his fingers up her smooth skin. As his finger, reach the place of dreams Lori threw her head back and allowed him to insert a finger into her body.

The crowd went wild. Lori pulled back popping his finger out of her vagina and continued to dance around the stage. One guy climbed up on the stage and started to dance with Lori. Five bouncers were converging on the stage as she pushed his ass off into the crowd to the hoots and laughter of his friends. The bouncers picked his ass up and two of them dragged his ass to a door and threw him out into the night.

The song that was playing ended and Lori danced off the stage. Everyone up front sighed as she disappeared behind the curtain. As the next song started, a new dancer was standing off to the side waiting for the lights to pick her up. When they did, she went into her routine. Michelle, the lady on the stage now, was a petite brunette with deep red highlights. By some standards, she might be considered skinny. She was forty-three years old and highly educated. She was doing this for some excitement in her life.

She danced around the stage with a smile on her face and fire in her eyes. This was her first time in front of a crowd of strangers. She had rehearsed but it was always in front of the other ladies and stage crew. People she knew, people, some of who were her friends. She was actually very good for an amateur. She was sweating a little by the end of the first song. As the second started, she lost the dress. She now pranced around the stage in a g-string and see-thru bra. She unclipped the bra and threw it behind her.

Her breasts weren't big but she wasn't flat either. Some of the men around the stage were calling out to her and waving ten-spots. Michelle danced over to one, looked down at him and squatted with her legs spread wide. Reaching out with the ten spot, he hooked it under the waist of her g-string. Michelle squatted there licking her lips as she stared at him. He slowly reached forward until his finger touched the triangle of material covering her crotch. He pulled it aside and slowly inserted a finger into her vagina. She shuttered as her mouth opened wide. She watched his finger disappear into her.

The crowd went ballistic. Everyone was waving a ten-spot in the air. Michelle was hard pressed to keep up the pretense of a dance as she made the rounds collecting the money from the horny guys at stage edge. Somewhere along the line, she had lost her g-string. Even from where I was, I could see the sheen of liquid running down her legs. She was enjoying herself. Her song ended as she was in the throes of orgasm in the middle of the stage. The lights went out and two other girls came out and helped her backstage.

My phone rang as the next song started. Looking at the display, I saw that it was my wife.

"Hello," I said.

"Hi hon, how's it going?" she asked.

"Real good so far."

"Good. I'll be there in a little while. Tell Gail to put me on the schedule."

"What? No, no you don't have to do that sweetheart."

"But I want to I want to help in this endeavor of yours. Got to go, see you on stage!" She hung up.

This was the part that had been hard. Once Susan had found out that I was opening a strip club, she had insisted on being one of the strippers. I had tried to put my foot down and tell her no but she had insisted. I loved my wife very much. She loved me too. She was mad that I had gone into the strip club business without telling her. When she found out, I slept on the couch for a week.

She had come down to the club every day after that. She took the time to get to know everyone that worked there. From the lowliest busboy to Luke and the Chief, she knew everyone by name and they knew she was my wife. Michelle was a friend of hers from her day job. Now they both were going to be working here at night, both in the 'Shack' on stage and in the 'Pit'.

The 'Pit' was the area behind the seats at the front of the stage. The girls would circulate around the table giving customers lap dances or just sitting talking. The ladies decided their state of dress. Michelle and Susan had a bet that neither of them would do it totally nude. Looking down I could see Michelle circulating in the pit. She had on a short robe that covered her unless she bent over.

I dialed Gail. It would not do me any good to ignore Susan's request.

"Gail, Mark, put Susan on the schedule. About an hour from now, thanks."

My radio beeped at me.

"What?" I said.

"We have a little problem in the 'Ranch'," the voice of one of the bouncers said.

"Luke you copy?" I asked.

"On it boss."

Looking over to the 'Ranch' I saw a couple of guys trying to smack around a couple of girls. Five bouncers and Luke were there almost before a hand was laid on someone. The guys were subdued quickly and e****ted out the door. The ladies left the 'Ranch' but huddled in the lobby. They looked afraid to leave.

"Chief, get me two officers to the front door pronto," I said into my radio as I headed for the stairs.

I walked down the stairs and through the 'Shack' on my way to the front lobby. Michelle saw me and waved as she sat on some guys lap his hand under her robe. I hurried not wanting to think about what goes on in the pit at the 'Shack'. I left the 'Shack' and hurried across the lobby to where the girls were sitting.

"Are you ladies all right?" I asked.

"Yes, but I'm scared to death."

"Who were those guys? Your husbands?"

"God no, just boyfriends. Ex's now. Assholes."

Two of my cops came walking in and I motioned them over.

"Ladies, would you like to go back in and enjoy the show, drinks will be on the house, or would you prefer to go home?"

"I want to go home, but I'm afraid that dipshit boyfriend of mine will be out there waiting for me."

"No problem these two officers will e****t you to your car and if you want follow you home to make sure you get in safely."

"That would be very nice."

"Do you two live together?"

"No but Jenny can stay at my place for the night."

"Jerry, Cal, get these ladies home safely. If their boyfriends try to make trouble call the local P.D. Tell them we have tape of the assault committed by them and will be happy to turn it over to them."

"Right boss," Jerry answered helping Jenny to her feet.

I watched them walk the two women to their car. Two guys jumped out from behind a van trying to get at the girls. Three more officers walked up behind the two and put them in chokeholds. The two ladies climbed in their car. One of our police vehicles pulled up behind them. The officers that had walked them out changed places with the ones in the car and followed the ladies out of the lot.

The officers brought the two boyfriends to the lobby kicking and screaming. I signaled the officers to take them back to the holding room. I followed at a discrete distance listening to their complaints about their treatment. I took out my phone.

"Phil, Mark, get that vid of those two punks hitting those ladies in the 'Ranch'."

"Sure, holding room one?"

"Yep, thanks."

The holding room was a little crowded as I stepped in and closed the door. The two guys were struggling in the grasp of my two cops. I signaled my boys to let them loose.

"Gentlemen," I said, "why don't you have a seat? I have something to tell you and a little something to show you."

"You can't do this to us. This is fucking k**napping."

"Have a seat and we'll discuss this like gentlemen. You are gentlemen, aren't you?"

"I just want out of here."

"I'm afraid that is not going to happen. You see you committed a crime, two in fact and until the Sheriff's Deputies get here, we have a right to hold you until they do. So if you would like me to call them we will leave you two alone until they arrive."

"What crime?"

"Have a seat I will be glad to explain."

The two looked at each other still a little steamed but sat looking up at me.

"First, you two can be charged with assault to commit bodily harm. Second, because of the first act I as owner of the club can and will press charges of criminal trespass with intent. Third, you each took more than one swing at my officers, who are sworn and commissioned law enf***ement officers, adding another assault charge to your list. They are all felonies in this county."

"You got no proof…" I pressed a button on the remote I had in my hand and a screen lit up on the wall.

"You can see here were you are wading your way through the crowd. Then he you two are grabbing two of my customers and whack, there you are hitting them. Any questions?"

Both of them were silent as the segment played over and over.

"Now," I said pressing another button, "here you are swinging at my people in the parking lot."

I let it play as I looked at them. The silence drew out for a good five minutes.

"Nothing cleaver to say?"

"Fuck you."

"Now we can add battery to the charges."

"What do you want from us?"

"Now that's the cleverest thing you've said so far. You will go home and never return here, ever. I have it on good authority that the two young ladies you tried to assault are now you ex's, so you will not go within five hundred yards of them for the next month. They have my card and private phone number. If you bother them in any way, these tapes will be turned over to the Sheriff for prosecution. My people will testify against you and you will be in jail for a long time. Is that clear?"

"You can't do that?"

"I can and I will, get that through you thick head. Three felony counts will get you five to ten in a medium security prison and a record if you don't all ready have one. If you have one the sentence will be ten to fifteen."

They both sat mute.

"Can we have a minute?"

"No, I don't have a minute. I walk out that door without an answer I call the Sheriff."

"Fine we agree."

"You too?"

"Yeah, I agree."

"Now just in case you think you put one over on me," I pressed another button and they appeared on the screen agreeing to the terms.

Both their shoulders sagged as they watched.

"This whole thing is on record. Sam, Len, get them out of here. Make sure they leave the property."

The guys stood up and my cops led them out of the holding room and then out the front door. Sam and Len stood and watched them walk to their car and drive away.

Looking at my watch, I saw that a lot of time had slipped away dealing with those two assholes. I hurried back up to my office. Susan was there waiting for me. I stopped dead in my tracks as I caught sight of her. The love of my life was dressed to the nine's. She was a beautiful woman, so beautiful in fact, I was amazed that she was mine. Although I'm not that bad looking, she was amazing.

Standing there, I couldn't help admiring her beauty. She sat there with her slender legs crossed, the hem of her skirt riding up to show off the tops of her stocking and a little of her flesh just above them. Looking a little higher I could see she was displaying a good amount of cleavage. Her breasts were not huge but with her thin waist, they appeared to be bigger than they really were. What had drawn me to her were her eyes and smile. Her face was adorable.

I found myself falling in love with her all over again. My heart was in my throat as I gazed upon her beauty. I cleared my throat drawing her attention and her gaze to me.

"Well there you are sweetheart. Luke told me you were handling a problem so I waited for you."

"Hello darling," I said with a catch in my throat.

Walking to me, we embraced. Her mouth met mine in a kiss that took my breath away. I wrapped my arms around her gently as she pressed her body against mine. Closing my eyes, I found myself in a sweet world where it was just her and I floating on a cloud holding each other and kissing forever. Breaking our kiss, she put her mouth by my ear and sighed softly.

"I love you," she whispered in my ear.

"I love you too, sweetheart," I answered giving her a little squeeze.

"I have to go now but I will be back. Are you going to watch me?" she asked as she stepped back from my arms.

"If nothing comes up I will. You know you don't have to," I again made my plea to her.

"But I want too. I'm getting excited already, just thinking about what I'm about to do. If you don't want me too, all you have to do is forbid me from doing it." She taunted knowing I would never forbid her from doing anything. It wasn't that I didn't want her stripping and even her working the pit really didn't bother me, it was her reputation about which I was worried. Her career could be damaged by what she was planning to do tonight.

"You know I won't and you know why I don't think it's a good idea."

"I know darling and I appreciate your concern. Now I have to go get ready, wish me luck," she said kissing me on the cheek.

"Good luck dear, knock 'em dead," I told her patting her ass as she turned and walked away.

As she walked away, she wiggled her ass. I love her with all my heart, but at this minute rage was running through my mind. Shaking my head, I went to the rail to watch the goings on in the club. Tonight was our big night and my wife would be part of it, no matter what I did.

As I walked away from Mark, my husband, I knew he was watching my ass. He loved my ass. According to him, it was my best asset. Personally, I thought my breasts were my best asset. As I crossed the lobby on my way to the 'Shack', my excitement level started to rise. When I was up in Mark's office, I had a couple of glasses of liquid courage. It had settled my nerves and calmed me down, but now I was getting excited again.

The fact that my dear loving husband had put together a business and tried to keep it a secret from me had raised my ire. What I was going to do tonight was payback for not including me in his plans. I don't know why he tried to keep me from knowing, I have always supported him in all his endeavors and I would have supported, I do support him, in this one. Tonight would be my debut and as far as I was concerned my closing night, but I would be damned if I told Mark that.

I was walking through the 'Shack' when I saw my best friend Michelle. She was standing next to a table talking up a couple of young guys. I walked up behind her and put my hand on her ass. She wiggled it then turned to see whose hand it was. She squealed and wrapped her arms around me in a quick hug. I smiled at her and the guys she was talking too.

"How was your first dance tonight sweetie?" I asked her.

"Oh god I was so nervous and so excited," she yelled. "Excuse me for a minute guys, I have to go tell my friend a couple of things, I'll be right back," she told the guys.

She guided me away from the table towards the backstage door. Once we were in the dressing area for the dancers, we wouldn't have to shout to be heard.

"God, Susan, I was so damned excited up there taking my clothes off in front of all those people. It was such a rush."

"So you went through with it?" I asked.

"Yep, I have been up on that stage four times now, each time just as exciting as the first. In addition, the crowd loved every minute of my routines. So far I have made a little over a thousand dollars."

"What? You're letting them touch you then?"

"God yes. I couldn't help myself. After I let the first guy touch me I was addicted, so to speak." She giggled at her little pun.

I looked at her with a scowl on my face. She just stuck her tongue out at me. I leaned into her and hugged her to me. She hugged me back.

"What about George?" I whispered in her ear.

"He was the first to touch me on stage," she whispered back.

"He's here? He watched you dance?"

"Yes he did and he said I looked wonderful and he encouraged me to continue to allow myself to be touched, felt up and fingered. He is sitting at a table in the back just smiling and watching as I work the 'Pit'."

"My god. I wonder if Mark will come down to watch me?"

"Let them touch you and he probably will," Michelle said smiling at me.

"We'll see, now I have to get ready for my first and my stomach is full of butterflies so off with you my dear."

"Listen, just get up there, do what you have been rehearsing and have a good time. You'll do great sweetie."

"I plan on having a good time tonight no matter how difficult Mark makes…"

"He won't you know. He told George he can't wait to see you up on that stage."

"That devious devil. Go, go out and make you hubby happy."

"I will," Michelle leaned in and kissed me on the cheek then turned and ran back to the 'Pit'.

"Ten minutes Susan," Gail strolled by.

"Right, thanks Gail," I replied turning toward the mirror to straighten my hair and makeup.

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and shimmied into my g-string and gown I would be taking off in five minutes or so. I slipped on a pair of four-inch heels that screamed fuck me. That term for a pair of shoes was new to me. I had learned that from the other women here in the 'Shack'. The name of this part of the club had been my one contribution to this enterprise so far. The 'Granny Shack' had popped into my head as Mark and several of the ladies had been sitting around trying to come up with a name for this section of the club.

As I said it for the first time, everyone looked at me and smiled. They all loved that name and what it implied. Older, more mature and experienced women who would know how to please. That was our business. All three rooms were in the business to please the customer. I was about to go out on a stage so I could please some customers. I was about to go out on the stage to also…what…please my husband? Why was I going out on that stage?

Things, places, times, people whirled through my head landing on my husband's face as I told him I was going to be one of his strippers. A slight twitch to the corners of his mouth, the rise of an eyebrow, the twinkle in his eye all came into sharp focus in my mind's eye. That son of a bitch, he…he…he had played me. He wanted me on that stage getting naked in front of all those horny men and women. He probably wanted me touched by as many as I would let touch me.

I shook my head. It was time, time to make his dream…fantasy come true, time to make mine come true too. Getting up I walked to the stage door and went in to stand behind the curtain as the last bars of music played for the woman that was currently on stage. As the song ended, I stepped through the curtain and waited until the lights hit me. My music started and the lights lit me up. I flung my arm up into the air and smiled at the crowd I knew was out there past the light. I spun around and gracefully danced out to the edge of the stage.

I could now see the men and women lined up along the stage edge hooting and hollering at me as I stood swaying my hips back and forth. I smiled as I caught sight of Michelle jumping up and down at my feet with George standing right behind her. I spun away gliding over to the other side of the stage to give my admirers a glimpse of my body under my sheer black gown. My brown hair cascaded down my back as I threw my head back pushing my breasts out. I twirled around and let my gown slip from my shoulders. It fluttered down to puddle at my feet. My hands were covering my nipples, which were hard as diamonds. Smiling at the men at my feet, I threw my hands up and away from my breasts.

The crowd in front of me cheered as my breasts swung free. Spinning around again I danced to the opposite side of the stage to let the men there have a good look at my breasts. There at my feet was Mark with a big smile on his face as he devoured me with his eyes. I smiled sweetly at him squatting down in front of him. Reaching out with a twenty-dollar bill, he slipped it in the waist of my g-string. His hand casually rubbed my hip then onto my thigh and up to my vagina. Pulling the small patch of cloth aside, he slipped a finger deep into my pussy.

I shuddered with excitement as he wiggled his finger in me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw George waving a twenty in the air. I winked at Mark rising and danced over to George. I squatted in front of him and Michelle. George reached forward with the bill and slipped it under the waistband of my g-string. He then slid his hand down to my thigh, he was trembling as he did. His finger slipped past the g-string and into my body. I closed my eyes as his finger slid into me.

"Finger fuck her George," Michelle said loud enough for me to hear.

I shook with an orgasm as George pulled his finger out. Michelle reached up and tweaked my nipple laughing. I stood up fast and twirled away. My first song ended as I squatted in front of a complete stranger. He slid the twenty in my g-string and quickly plunged his finger into my wet tingly pussy.

For the next two songs I danced from one guy to the next having twenties handed to me, I had lost my g-string somewhere along the line, and fingers slipped into my body. I was so excited that towards the end of the third song I was overcome by another orgasm. I collapsed in the middle of the stage as I shook and spasmed with my excitement. The stage lights went out and two girls were there to help me up as I my legs shook. I got backstage and they put me on a couch to recover.

Opening my eyes, I saw my dear husband Mark sitting beside me. Michelle and George were standing in front of me. They all had concerned looks on their faces. I started laughing as my excitement waned. Reaching out I grabbed George's hand and pulled him down to me. I kissed his lips with all the passion I was feeling. Michelle was laughing as our lips parted. Turning to my husband, I pulled him to me and kissed him just as hard and ardently.

When we broke our kiss, Michelle leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. I slapped her on the ass as she stood up. She jumped giggling as she covered her face with her hands.

"You were spectacular sweetheart," Mark told me.

"Yes, I was, wasn't I," I said smugly.

"You were my dear," Michelle whispered.

"I can't wait for my next turn," I said looking at Mark. His eyes widened and his lips curled into a smile. "And neither can you it appears, my dear Mark."

"I…I…I have to go," he stuttered as he got up and walked quickly away.

"Now what's got into him," George asked watching Mark almost run across backstage.

"He can't wait either," I said turning to look at George, "and where do you get off sticking your finger in my pussy?"

"I…I…Michelle made me do it," George said as he looked to his wife for conformation.

"What? I did not…well maybe," Michelle stuttered.

Now I had a reason to be in the 'Pit' when next Michelle was on stage. I sat there with Michelle sitting next to me finally relaxed enough to think about what I had just done and what had been done to me.

"How many guys, beside you and Mark got to cop a feel of this old lady?"

George blushed at my mention of him touching me so intimately. Michelle giggled as she handed me a wad of bills.

"Count the twenties, Mark set the price, to find out," Michelle told me.

I took the bills and started to count them out. I was amazed as I lay the last bill on the pile.

"Holy shit, forty-five guys, I think that’s now the record. Gloria did twenty-nine but she only got ten bucks each," Michelle informed me. All together, I had made nine hundred dollars for six minutes work.

"Let's go get you a robe and go out in the 'Pit' they ought to love you out there," Michelle said grabbing my hand a pulling me toward the dressing room.

"Where's George?" I asked looking around for him.

"He's back out in the 'Pit' waiting to watch me get felt up and fingered." Michelle smiled at me.

That's where I would be next. Wandering around in the 'Pit' being handed money to dance with them and let them feel me up and stick their fingers in my body. I couldn't wait. In my forty-three years, only two men have ever touched me intimately, my husband Mark and a college boyfriend. Tonight, I had forty-five men touch me in ten minutes. Now I was getting ready to just wander around and let anyone with enough money touch me. When I got home tonight, Mark was in for one long, hot night.

"Here, put this on." Michelle threw me a robe from the rack in the dressing room.

I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. What I saw turned me on. I saw…a petite brunette with a perky set of knockers only slightly covered by the royal blue robe. The bottom of the robe stopped just below the juncture of my legs. Raising my arms would allow anyone looking a perfect view of my…pussy. Normally I don't use that word but tonight was…special.

Spinning I faced Michelle and smiled. Grabbing her shoulders, I pulled her to me and kissed her on the lips hard. Pushing her back, I laughed at the look on her face and walked past her toward the door to the 'Pit'.

"Let's go make some men happy," I said as I pulled on the door.