One hundred and eighty

Wicked – a trip to a hedonistic club

I’ve always been intrigued by what goes on behind the closed doors of Wicked on Queen Street West.  Wicked is a hedonistic club, similar to a swingers club, allowing in couples, single girls and a very select few single men.  The blurb from their website: “The club provides a safe, erotic environment where you can live out your sexual fantasies no matter how wild or how mild! Cutting edge music, provocative performances and weekly special events will ensure an erotic experience to remember. Members are attractive, friendly, young and uninhibited.”

Do people have sex everywhere?  Will I be approached?  What kind of people go there?  Who works there?  What happens when you go from the main floor (a club) to the top two floors (Shlomo’s Penthouse for kinkier experiences)?  I had so many questions that I was genuinely interested in knowing.  I’ve always been curious as to what goes on in that lifestyle.

I asked a single girlfriend to accompany me.  We started with champagne, Cosmos and pizza at her house, trying to get some liquid courage to enter this completely different world that is right in the middle of our neighbourhood and up until last night were completely oblivious to.  We were both a little nervous and not sure what to expect.

The experience itself was completely different than I imagined.  We enter past the bouncer and buy a $5 membership which lasts one year (everyone needs to be a member to enter the club).  The doorman points us to one of the ladies dancing in lingerie on the poles in the middle of the room.  “Talk to one of our hostesses and they can arrange a tour of upstairs for you.”  The women working there are beautiful and so friendly.  They let us know there are quite a few new people there that evening, so to have a drink at the bar and they will come get us when it’s our turn for the tour.

We both order Cosmopolitans (drinks are not cheap) and look around.  It’s about 10:30pm and there are approximately eight couples in the whole club.  The room is beautiful, lots of red curtains, with a stage at the far side, a bunch of white leather sofas scattered around, a group of poles in a circle in the middle of the room and a bar along the one side.  There are headless mannequins on the walls – one in a leather one-piece, one naked with her hand between her thighs.  The music is great.  Good club music – good beat, but not cheesy.  The couples are all older than us and not very attractive to me.  One woman in her 40s is dancing with her partner, her leopard-print dress hiked up to her waist so her red lace panties are showing.  Everyone else is just hanging out having a drink.  We make friends with the bartender, a university student who this is her third shift.  She is wearing a bikini.  She says that Saturdays are their big night – they are theme nights and a younger crowd attends.  All the staff are really friendly and all the couples are sort of keeping to themselves.

We don’t get a tour until close to midnight (they don’t open the upstairs until all the tours are done, so I guess they open it really late?).  Our tour guide is a lovely girl who is also a university student, has a shy boyfriend and has worked there for three and a half years.  She tells us the difference between a hedonistic club and a swingers club is that here you don’t have to participate if you don’t want to.  When going upstairs, you sign in and they give you a full-length towel.  You are only allowed to wear lingerie or be naked – to even the playing field for everyone.

There are different sections to the second floor, starting with a bed in the middle and two private rooms with one-way mirrors on either side to watch the people in the middle bed.  There’s a room of mirrors everywhere, a jacuzzi, a giant bed for group play, sauna and shower.  On the third floor there is a sex swing and bondage cross, other beds, a private room to rent out, a patio, and a bed with bars around it you can hang off of. (note: I could have gotten what is on each floor slightly wrong, as by the time we got the tour I’d had plenty of liquid courage in me…)  There was just us when we had the tour.

We went back down to the main floor and they kept doing tours for other couples.  It was a little busier, but still not that many people.  A woman in her 50s in a gold one-piece halter jumpsuit with no bra is dancing in the middle of the room.  A man in his 60s dances behind her for a minute, then returns to his wife – a conservatively-dressed woman with white hair.  This is the only “swinging” I noticed.  A group of couples seemed to be regulars and were chatting.  One couple was dancing together and were oblivious to everyone around them.

At 12:45am they still hadn’t opened Shlomo’s Penthouse to the public, and frankly I didn’t really want to see any of these couples having sex anyways, so we left to go to another bar.  So I didn’t even see anyone using any of the rooms we got the tour of.  I’m partially glad.  I was surprised by how unattractive the couples were and how unsexy I felt.  My friend and I agreed we felt sexier in a regular club.  I think it would be better if we had come with a couple and on a Saturday night.

Sometimes the fantasy is better than the reality.  It was fascinating, and maybe for fun I’d go back to the club bit on a Saturday and see the difference (I did have to buy a year-long membership), but for me it wasn’t that erotic or sexy.  Besides, of course, the staff, who were hot.  The couples there looked like they were enjoying themselves, though, so it is erotic for some people.  It’s somewhere to try out once in your life if you are curious, but bring a partner with you and expect to make your own fun.

Day ninety-two


It’s 3:00 am and I just got home from work after a 14.5 hour very busy shift at the pub.  I had originally been working a day shift and said I would help out for a couple of hours because of the nice weather (our patio gets busy).  Well fourteen and a half hours later, I was finally finished.  My date for the day was pushed back – luckily he works with me and got called in to work, so we managed to have a quick date/beer together at the end of our shift.  My plan to write this afternoon, when I was supposed to be done work, didn’t happen.  Hence me writing this at now 3:18am, very tired and celebrating the start of my birthday with a glass of wine.  Today’s post will not win me a Pulitzer Prize.

The house date

The Makeup Artist's family recipe for butter chicken!

I can’t wait for next month, when The Makeup Artist said he will teach me how to cook his mom’s butter chicken recipe for International Cooking month (and I will post the recipe).  It was so delicious.  He had me over to his house, where he cooked lunch, we caught up (it’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other – we met while working together at a theatre company years ago), and he showed me his photos from Sri Lanka, where he spent a couple of months doing prosthetics and makeup for a film.  After lunch, he took me for gelato on a patio in the sunshine.

I wish I had both the energy and the brain power at the moment to write more about my date with The Makeup Artist.  He is so lovely and it was exactly what I needed – a hang out at his house, home-cooked food, and good conversation (sprinkled with some silly).  I love a guy who can cook.  Right now, though, I think my poetic prose is lacking and sleep is coming very soon.

Side topic that has nothing to do with my date, but wanted to fit in: More on open relationships

I couldn’t get my open relationship pal from OkCupid to agree to me posting his comments about open relationships (he hasn’t responded yet and I’m running out of time – guess I’ll have to save it for the book). I’ve talked a lot about the concept of open relationships, though, and many people seem fascinated by the concept.  So for your information:  click here to watch a video I found of Sex Matters on CTV – interview with the owners of Wicked and a tour of “Toronto’s First Hedonistic On-Premise Club. The club provides a safe, erotic environment where you can live out your sexual fantasies no matter how wild or how mild! ”


My final date! Woo hoo! (Well, I guess you already know how that went)  I can’t believe I made it through 31 days of dating.