I get an orientation and make some new and adorably cute friends.
On my next visit, I was given an orientation to the Neptune by Walt, the owner-manager. He was older than any of the members, probably in his forties, but still pretty hot.
He started the interview by asking me if I minded if he gave me a blow job. I said I didn't and did he want reciprocation. He said definitely not. He was one of those guys who, although personality-wise very forceful, was sexually totally submissive.
As the interview went on, I found that I really liked him as a person. Indeed, as the founder and chief designer or the Neptune, he was beloved by everyone.
He was quite a good cocksucker. Very enthusiastic. Blow job done, he told me that the Neptune was large, wealthy, ever-changing, dedicated to pleasure, and free to any guy hot enough to qualify, and willing to conform to certain rules.
The club was wealthy because they sold a vast amount of high quality pornography and some other things. He did not say what the other things were. The pornography was all filmed in the club and featured virtually all the members. By being a member I would automatically become a porn star.
But any member could opt out of being filmed—permanently or temporarily—if he wished. To opt out you just told the desk you didn't want to be filmed and they entered that into master control—which is what they called their all pervasive state-of-the-art computer system.
In actuality, they would still film you—but sophisticated AI post-processing would edit out your identity so that you would be unrecognizable in the final film. The way they knew you were opting out was because every member was required to have a small chip implant.
There were sensors everywhere, and the chip not only kept track of where and who you were, but automatically monitored your pulse rate and several other vital functions.
Responsible recreational drug use was permitted—in fact encouraged—and there were occasional but rare medical issues arising from this and other factors. But the chip monitors would guarantee that nothing bad happened. Help was always minutes away.
I did not mind the small sacrifice of freedom implicit in the implant, and in fact, I soon came to feel protected and safe anywhere in the club
because
of it.
Walt explained how sophisticated the whole automated facility was. Not only did the computers automatically film anything that was moving—using cleverly concealed cameras spread throughout the building—it controlled all the lighting, the sound system, door locks, certain automated furniture such as turntables, the temperature and recycling of various pools and fountains, and other water features such as aquariums, the heating and cooling system and on and on.
There was a large control room which I never did see that ran everything. Chuck of Chuck & Mike had told me that he worked in this control room and that he found machinery and computers very sexy. To each his own.
He also mentioned that he could watch anything that went on in the club (which was quite a lot) and he loved being a voyeur and jacked off a lot watching the escapades of his friends getting down and dirty. Since we were one and all exhibitionists, nobody gave a shit about that.
Walt explained that the economic heart of the Neptune was their lucrative pornography business, and much of the control room was dedicated to that. The system also operated several drug dispensing stations that could be tailored to specific people, but more about that later.
After giving me a second expert blow job Walt told me a little more about the rules and philosophy.
He said that the main purpose of the Neptune was to have as much fun as was humanly possible. The pornography business was just a way to underwrite the considerable expense of the ever changing facility—and to make the membership free.
Of course, the members were in a sense working for their benefits by being featured in the porn videos, but it all worked out to the benefit and delight of everybody.
Walt said that he was basically a businessman and used to be the manager of a major city aquarium. He loved running the Neptune and its associated enterprises. I asked him what enterprises were there were besides the porn films. He said it involved cutting edge recreational drugs and clothing and sex toys and various other personal products. But more about that later too.
He told me that the club had a lot of rules that were strictly enforced. In spite of its dedication to sexual decadence, the Neptune was very strict about a lot of things, including the minimum age of its members, which was 18.
Another rule was that sexual activity was forbidden in certain parts of the facility, such as the elevators and restaurants. You could tell when an area was off limits because there was always a small red light burning.
One time when I started to have sex in one of the off-limits area, three red lights started furiously flashing. I assumed that the next step would be a klaxon and a couple big burley guards that would grab me and throw me into a holding cell (and hopefully hold me down and rape me). Anyway, duly reminded, I stopped.
I had noticed other colors of lights but did not know what they signified at that time.
Another rule was that, although moderate drinking was allowed, in the restaurants for example, if you got drunk you would be asked to leave.
Walt said the Neptune preferred softer drugs.
"Like pot or LSD," I asked.
"Well, yes, in some cases. But we have a lot of other drugs even more fun than that!"
"Like what?" I asked.
Walt just smiled and replied, "You'll find out."
