Phillie Kama Sutra

It will be three years ago next month that Club Kama Sutra in Philadelphia went down in a blaze of glory. Ratted by a local news channel, CKS didn't stand a chance of survival once the word was out. A sexual mecca for people on the right coast, the club was one of the most elegant swing establishments I have ever attended.
It had a BYOB policy, but a very nice catered buffet on the first level. You climbed the stairs to the second floor where the "private rooms" were located. I say private because anyone could see into them from the outside, due to a complex system of mirrors. Proceeding down the hall of pleasure, you came face to face with a huge room lined in cushions. This large room, with plenty of space for copulating couples, had a transparent Plexiglas ceiling which allowed patrons on the third floor to look down into what one friend called a "fucking aquarium". The third and final floor was a large dance room, complete with poles and a DJ. There was also a shower area and a secret room only known to the staff and select patrons.
From what I could gather, it had been founded by a former stock broker and his swing partner. Although the location was supposed to be a guarded secret, every one on South Street knew what really was going on in the building where CKS was housed. On Friday and Saturday evenings, you could see smartly dressed men and women make there way to it from the parking garages. A doorman would greet them, check the membership, and admit whoever had registered in advance. Saturdays was couples only, but some single men were admitted on Fridays. It was only open on the weekends.
But the adverse publicity brought the whole party to an end. Not wanting to deal with angry neighbors, the management packed up and left. There was some talk of trying to start it up again in the Poconos. And in the wake of CKS, several other swing clubs would soon open for buisness in Philadelphia. None have been the subject of an investigative news show.