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The ladies are slurping and sucking, and when Josie lets me out of her mouth, they take turns licking my sensitive head, paralyzing me in overstimulated pleasure.
See, Python is a place where this shit is possible.
We're in a private fucking booth, but if you want, you can go get a private room, with as many people as you want. You can also go near the main stage, sit and enjoy the show. You can hang out at the bar, or you can sit separate from everything in the dining room.
It's a place where women come to look at fucking men.
And not just men walking around.
I went out and I got the most ripped, most cut, and most statuesque men you could fucking find all over the country.
Men with large muscles.
And even larger cocks.
I put them on the floor or on stage or behind the bar. Shirtless. With tight boxer briefs.
They exist for your fucking pleasure.
You ever been to Hooter’s?
Well, welcome to fucking Python. Please do feed the fucking animals.
But this is really the last part that's going to tell you to take your fucking panties off and come inside, beautiful.
And that is, Python has a strict entrance policy.
No men.
Just women.
Not even gay men.
A place where women come and let their fantasies run wild. Do whatever they want. Whether it's just for an evening out like Melissa and her friends, or a bachelorette party, or even a corporate retreat. Fuck, I've seen it all.
Just one year, and it's already packed. Already making a profit. Already fucking famous as New York City's Woman Pleaser.#p#分页标题#e#
Fuck, I'll take that name. And I guarantee you that you will fucking like it too. In fact, by the time I say we're done at the end, you're going to be so fucking wet that I'm seriously telling you right now to take your fucking panties off.
Send the kids off to school or tell them to go watch some TV. Fuck, put 'em to bed if you need to because you're not going to care about life in a few more pages. You're just going to want to fucking cum.
Don't say I didn't warn you, babe.
Welcome to Python.
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Out and About - New York City
Bringing you the skinny on the hottest attractions in and around Gotham…
Today Out and About New York City takes you to the club that's become the hottest sensation in the five boroughs.
Sitting in a nondescript section of Long Island City in Queens, among warehouses and industrial areas that are just in the process of being gentrified, is New York City's hottest club.
Welcome to Python.
But, while some of the clubs across the East River might be exclusive, Python takes it to a whole new level.
If you're a man, only one word. Fuhgeddaboudit.
That's right.
Python's owner, Austin Price doesn't allow in any men through the front door as guests. The club caters strictly to a female clientele. But where they don't take men as guests, they employ mostly men as entertainers.
And it's no wonder why it's women only.
Because if these women let their boyfriends and husbands see what goes on in this club, there's no way they'd ever be allowed to go back in again.
First off, Out and About wasn't even allowed to send a male photographer.
We had to send a woman.
And after the first night, she had to go back again.
In fact, she's been back to Python every night since.
"There's something there for everyone," a club-goer commented. "If you want to sit back and watch the men lick each other's muscles, you're absolutely welcome to do that."
But that's not all. Not by a long shot.
"If you want to have them lick you, it's totally possible. Want to run your tongue across their abs? They let you do that too," another female partier admitted.
But that's not the real shocker.
"Got enough money? Get a private show. Or a private room, complete with it's own bed. You want to know what goes on there? Maybe you should pay the fucking dolla bills to find out, eh?" Austin Price, the owner suggested to us when we pressed him.
And pressing is just the beginning.
From the very entrance, the club is filled with stimulation that delights the senses, whether your senses favor looking, listening, smelling, touching, or even tasting.
"It's like a bar where the men go gather and look at women wearing Daisy Dukes with big knockers," one 68-year-old woman describes it. "Only in this place, it's the women staring at the beefcakes with the big dicks."
Critics have raved over the party atmosphere that Python has brought to Court Square, as bars and eateries have opened up around it to serve the diverse female clientele that frequent the place.
"The neighborhood has been transformed entirely," City Councilman Rod Serling said when asked about the establishment. "It's economically revitalized the area for sure."
All this is nothing new to Austin Price, the one time porn star turned entrepreneur.