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Page Six has learned that rumors are circulating in the Brooklyn neighborhood that a gay sex club is located in the basement of a local branch of a popular supermarket chain.
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Even in these times of raging inflation, one grocery store guarantees you a bargain that will get you up your ass — sorry! back.
When it comes to food retail, the revolutionaries in the cheese department at the notorious Park Slope Food Co-op are always stirring up scandal south of Flatbush Avenue, but Page Six has learned that rumors are swirling in an upscale Brooklyn neighborhood that a gay sex club is operating in the basement of a local branch of the famous supermarket chain. Clean up Aisle 9, that is.
(I won’t say which supermarket chain, because nobody likes people who disparage sex club patrons. Plus, there’s nothing to indicate that the sex club owners have any connection to the supermarket owners, and there are no male orgies taking place while the stores are open).
According to sources on the Slope, the domain of Bill de Blasio, the late Paul Auster and local heroes Foxy Brown, Steve Buscemi and John Turturro, the regular event is known as Pickle’s Playhouse and is run, naturally, by none other than Pickle himself.
Apparently the gang had been double-bagging there for at least nine months.
A local person said: “We [midnight] Once, the bars were open; it must have been midsummer and sweltering hot.” At another time, it was clearly a Playhouse party, “because there were a bunch of guys there in leather suits.”
Apparently it’s not uncommon to see a man checking ID at the entrance (or maybe a coupon! Buy two loaves, get a six-pack free!).
A veteran sausage counter attendant, who bills his shop online as “America’s largest private play party for the hottest young men,” says that rather than grabbing a wobbly wheeled cart to enter, customers check in their clothes at the entrance (except for shoes, which apparently everyone must keep on at all times).
“They wrote my ticket number on my shoulder in Sharpie,” one ultra-handsome young man told us, adding that there was a bar that served only vodka and mixers, as well as “a table of snacks”: “Granola bars, apples, bananas, potato chips, things like that,” he said.
Meanwhile, “the aft section has pressure-washable nylon-wrapped mattresses, slings, benches and several semi-private/semi-public rooms,” he told us.
He said the professional-looking pals were “pretty much having sex with each other.” [i.e. with the other fellows who appear to be professionals] One minute at a time, without climax…to set the stage for ‘normal people’ to engage in their most basic sexual fantasies.”
He added, “When ‘normal people’ have sex, they imitate what they see on the computer when they’re alone at home…exaggerated moaning, exaggerated acting, etc.” [play-by-play commentary and encouraging anatomical observations]. “
There is also a “social area” near the bar that is “mostly sex-free,” he said. [except] For Men Really I wanted to have sex in front of other people.”
Pickle could not be reached for comment.
