Foreword
THE HOUSE OF LUST
Across the Rio Grande, far off the beaten track, stood a huge, three-story mansion guarded by an iron gate. You had to be known to get past this gate. And it cost a hundred dollars per person just to get past the front door. But it was worth every cent of the money-if you wanted the wildest and weirdest night of your life. For this was the House of Lust. You could get anything you wanted here-drinking and dancing, all kinds of gambling, stag movies, a floorshow where the strippers started with a G-string and wound up with company on the stage ... a secret room where performers joined the audience in an indiscriminate melange of bodies. It was sensational, it was sick-making-and it was very dangerous!