It had no windows, and no connections with the peripheral areas. It had its own elevators from its own parking space in the basement. And it had its own very effective air-conditioning system. In every way it was completely isolated from the huge obvious, respected structure within which it was totally enclosed. None of the regular tenants of the office building, and even very few of the employees of the building, knew that there existed within their structure a separate ten-story very private exclusive club, and of the actual employees of The Club itself, few knew of the wild parties and degenerate orgies which took place there when ever a member wanted it. The separate autonomous organization demanded and paid for privacy, so that's what it got.

Thus within a few minutes taxi dive of Times Square or Grand Central Station or the swankiest restaurants, was a beautifully hidden, ultra-exclusive hideout where anything was permitted in the way of bizarre sex, the only limit being the imagination of the person involved. World-known and brilliant business men of unimpeachable morals and tastes might be seated in conference at a board-meeting in their company offices in this odd building, forming decisions that would effect world-policy or national economics, and be within a few feet (through a sound-proof wall of where another man, possibly an acquaintance, was perpetrating some horribly perverted and cruel rape or sex-crime on a shrieking pain-wracked girl, neither would ever know of the other's actions.

This mid-town location had even further advantages for the fortunate members of The Club. They did not have to waste a lot of time travelling to and from their orgies, and so had no annoying and possibly dangerous explaining to do to wives or acquaintances. On his way home after an evening of fun, a member could stop in at The Club for a visit, enjoy himself as fiendishly as suited his weird tastes, and be no later for dinner at home than if he had stopped in for a drink with a friend after office-hours.