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By Breena Kerr. Hot, feminine women in four-inch heels with artfully mussed hair strut like models, dance alone in feather boas and masks, gyrate desirously and mount each other for suspenseful kisses. Glitter-rimmed mouths oh soundlessly, long legs circled with garter belts stretch into the frame, taut bellies emerge from black panties and breasts are suspended in BDSM-reminiscent bras. In the background, behind a table with a bottle of champagne, the curtains are conspicuously drawn.
LeJeune says that based on information that women give Skirt Club when they sign up, most partygoers have the same sexual inclinations as her, or are more heterosexual. LeJeune, who speaks four languages and is a certified yoga and pilates instructor, created Skirt Club in London in after taking a sharp left turn from her corporate career. She worked as a journalist and producer at Bloomberg TV in London, and in international markets as a branding consultant. She asked that her privacy be respected — LeJeune is not her real name, though she posts photos of herself at Skirt Club events, and out with her husband on her Instagram page.
LeJeune sees herself inhabiting the huge gray area between straight and gay. She concedes that she may have been wrong, but she felt too intimidated to find out. So, she started her own event. The theater of it helps women relax their inhibitions. In some cases, Quinn says, women saw Skirt Club events more like a networking opportunity than a sex party. At the last London party she attended, a number of women wanted to network.
So at on a Thursday night, Courtney and I arrive for the party at a club in the South of Market neighborhood. A male bouncer lets us past the door into a bar area warmed by tungsten glow and furnished with afghan rugs, ample seating on red velvet-covered chairs and inexplicable, charming typewriters.
