The Candy Bar

Tucked away in the corner of the obscure college town of Commune, TX, there was a dessert restaurant called the Candy Bar.

They were only open from 1 in the afternoon to 2 in the morning, and they were a non-alcoholic hangout that served all kinds of goodies from kitschy lattes to cereal-themed milkshakes, even their own unique ice cream creations.

But within this candy-coated corner of Americana, hid a seedier center. Everyone knew that they were closed on Saturdays, but what most people didn't know was that it wasn't closed for everyone.

What people didn't know was that the lobby selling sweets made up only half of the building. Muriel, when she wasn't tending bar and running the dessert shop, had a long, fruitful history as a sexual libertine and, despite what some thought, had never grown out of it. She had a lot of friends who either knew of her promiscuity, or were themselves casual lovers of her's at one point or another.

The other half of the candy bar was a well-furnished hang-out spot, was one of the biggest rumors that town had ever had.

The Candy Bar was a hellfire club, where anyone who knew about it could come and have sex with anyone and every one free of judgement. Some came in costume, others just with a mask, some in nothing. There were some who would literally drive to the establishment completely naked, protected from the prying eyes of nosey townies by the fencing of the restaurant's parking lot. Some brought their own "toys" and many had left them behind, becoming a free-use free for all for everyone.

Commune was a country town over a hundred miles away from any big city, and many of the students who applied for the University had just gotten out of high school and away from their conservative families for the first time. For a lot of them, the Cereal Bar's dirty little secret was a first time for them, making it the kind of sexual awakening that made it very addictive.