Sploshing at Club XS, Hastings

Hi
We didn't tell you about this before it happened cos we thought it would probably be a bit shite and it was!
Still Hastings held its first 'proper' fetish night last night in its lapdancing club, the Club XS (it transpires the name means 'extra small'). Upstairs rooms were available for assorted misbehaviour (mainly lapdancers taking drunken youths for a touchy feely snog and a woman shagging in a rope chair) whilst the basement was converted into a reasonable dungeon. Meanwhile the bar and tiny stage was the home of the 'acts' including the 'sploshing'.
Fair play to local domme Severine who was stuck with the problem that the club insisted on letting its usual punters in as well as the fetishists so pissed, post-pub blokes mingled with trannies, slaves and whip wielding wenches creating a sometimes raucous atmosphere. Nor was it helped by the 'sploshers' being two disinterested dancers lumbered with the lack of a shower and a piddly paddling pool to perform in. Worse though was the 'mess'. I'm told it was custard. If so it was the wateriest I have ever seen and all the naked dancers did was gently pour it over each other and gyrate to some music. The result, they looked slightly shinier by the end.
However the good news is that I met up with a few local fet fans who are keen to stage more fetish in better venues (and with real fans) and Severine is happy to offer her splosh domme services to you all at the studio (I am seeing her next week, so will explain that watery custard just won't do!).
Sadly Hayley is in Spain so missed it, but my mates Simon and Nadine came along and we had a good time laughing at the lapdancers and the young drunks delighted to get a snog - albeit for ten quid a time. OK it was a bit rubbish from a Splosh! point of view, but we hope it might lead to better things.
Bill.
We didn't tell you about this before it happened cos we thought it would probably be a bit shite and it was!
Still Hastings held its first 'proper' fetish night last night in its lapdancing club, the Club XS (it transpires the name means 'extra small'). Upstairs rooms were available for assorted misbehaviour (mainly lapdancers taking drunken youths for a touchy feely snog and a woman shagging in a rope chair) whilst the basement was converted into a reasonable dungeon. Meanwhile the bar and tiny stage was the home of the 'acts' including the 'sploshing'.
Fair play to local domme Severine who was stuck with the problem that the club insisted on letting its usual punters in as well as the fetishists so pissed, post-pub blokes mingled with trannies, slaves and whip wielding wenches creating a sometimes raucous atmosphere. Nor was it helped by the 'sploshers' being two disinterested dancers lumbered with the lack of a shower and a piddly paddling pool to perform in. Worse though was the 'mess'. I'm told it was custard. If so it was the wateriest I have ever seen and all the naked dancers did was gently pour it over each other and gyrate to some music. The result, they looked slightly shinier by the end.
However the good news is that I met up with a few local fet fans who are keen to stage more fetish in better venues (and with real fans) and Severine is happy to offer her splosh domme services to you all at the studio (I am seeing her next week, so will explain that watery custard just won't do!).
Sadly Hayley is in Spain so missed it, but my mates Simon and Nadine came along and we had a good time laughing at the lapdancers and the young drunks delighted to get a snog - albeit for ten quid a time. OK it was a bit rubbish from a Splosh! point of view, but we hope it might lead to better things.
Bill.