A dominatrix whipping the hell out of a shirtless senior citizen is the perfect thing to enliven the salad course...just one of the many lessons AVNInsider learned by attending the Hellfire Club West dinner at the Passive Arts’ Studios in Inglewood.
The first Hell Fire Club was started in the 1700s by Sir Francis Dashwood, and served as debauchery-central for aristocratic libertines like Benjamin Franklin and my personal hero, the Earl of Sandwich. Dashwood was a gentleman of leisure with a estate in England and nearly unlimited funds to conduct evil rituals, skeez hoes and get drunk with his wealthy, amoral friends; the modern Hellfire Club Dinner’s location and purpose is a little less ritzy and Gothic grande guignol. It’s held in a warehouse-space/dungeon across from the airport. Still, the planes roaring only a few feet above our heads and the traffic of the nearby 405 Freeway lent an appealing apocalyptic feeling to the evening as we entered the space, even if it wasn’t quite as impressive a locale as the underground cave complex within which Dashwood and friends enjoy their black rites.
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