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It's a touching story, but as we walk into the main room and sit down the whole row vibrates as the man at the end enjoys himself vigorously to Fatal Erection, playing on the huge HD screen in front of us. I wonder whether the other patrons' activities ever put Sam off?"Not at all," he says. "Everyone's got needs, ain't they? What's the problem with a few people getting together to watch a movie? There's far worse things going on out there. Close this place down and it'll just go underground."How many times a week does he visit?"Not so much now—I live north of the river and it takes me an hour on the bus each way. But before I'd be visiting the cinemas seven times a week, no problem."Every day? Seriously?"Why not? My mates go, you can bring a flask and there's naked girls getting done on screen. What more could you ask for?"And he doesn't mind his mates being there while he enjoys the movies?"Why would I? Men who drink together and wank together—they're closer, like.""Why would I? Men who drink together and wank together—they're closer."
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Later, the vibe switches up as an attractive woman in her twenties arrives with her partner. She sits naked in the front row. To the sound of Gregorian chant music from The Sexorcist, playing on the main screen, guys still wearing jackets and tracksuits take it in turns to mount her while others watch and show their appreciation manually. With bowed shoulders they amble over, wanking with deep concentration, each awaiting his turn. After a while the action moves to the floor. There is the sound of persistent panting. Finally, finished for now, the girl climbs back into her seat and nestles her head romantically on her partner's shoulder."I hope you guys had a good time," says Danny as I leave.Does he ever go down to enjoy the fun himself?"Me? Nah. I just sit here in the office, keep myself to myself and count the money. I'm a family man."The Frenchman that follows me out has certainly made the most of it. Describing the girl downstairs, his face lights up in wonder."She's so pretty. And she drinks it down," he says. "Drinks it down," he repeats meditatively.In spite of recent unrest, Club 487 is still thriving and, today at least, is clearly still both keeping London's swingers happy and providing a place for men like Sam to come and have a beer and a wank with their mates.Follow John on Twitter."She's so pretty. And she drinks it down," he says. "Drinks it down."