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for the club at a rear entrance. Through this door another group of people gained access to the club. Enter here the drug dealers, high priced prostitutes and other vice peddlers who preyed upon the rich and privileged. This element was controlled and encouraged by the operators of The Inferno , even though the management vehemently denied the fact. The operators of the club understood they were in the business of entertainment and fulfillment and, as the patrons were slaves to their vices, it meant money to the club if the patrons were given access to their needs and desires.

    The entire spectacle was the brainchild of Phillip Devereaux, a former concert promoter for some of the most successful musical groups of the nineties. Tired of the constant travel and the need to deal with the immature ravings of the addicts he pushed into superstardom, Phillip decided to use his exceptional talents at creating something based within his home city of Los Angeles. He already knew most of glamorous Hollywood, so LA seemed to be the right location for his enterprise. The biggest hurdle in the creation of his personal Eden was the extension of the life expectancy of the nightclub beyond the six-month to one-year limit which was the norm within the nightclub industry.
    The solution, Phillip knew, was balance.
    Phillip believed The Inferno had to contain the high profile glitz of glamorous Hollywood, while making the low profile grime, also of Hollywood, available to the people who attended his establishment. The club crowd has always lived the “sex, drugs and rock and roll” lifestyle. Prohibition had its Speakeasy, the ‘70s had Studio 54, and the new millennium had The Inferno . By providing the glamour and the grime, Phillip achieved a high gloss environment where the stars of the moment came to be seen, while also allowing the shadows of humanity to work sticky fingers into those who gained admittance. The main targets were the rich and beautiful, those who wasted hundreds and thousands of dollars on a regular basis lest they be considered “out” of the “in” crowd. This ostracism was as unacceptable a fate to the ego-laden socialites of Los Angeles as mortal sin was to the devout.
    Despite an otherwise dreary exterior, The Inferno had an air about it, especially at night when the whole structure would vibrate from the thunderous booms of the sub-woofers inside. Heavy soundproofing kept all noise from spilling into the streets, despite the steady rhythmic pulsations that could be felt through the soles of your shoes. The outside revealed nothing of its lush interior since the building was remodeled from a former office and storage facility near the center of the high rent district on the Sunset Strip in West LA. The ceiling and walls of The Inferno were covered with multi-million dollar lighting and sound equipment that would be the envy of some of the greatest productions on Broadway or any concert venue. The Inferno had been gutted of all non-structural walls and columns, resulting in an enormous dance flour with a spectacular ceiling four stories high. Extending from the south wall were enclosed balconies on the second and third story levels. The main floor was accessible to all who entered the club. The DJs, house dancers, roving security, and the customers (especially) all gyrated to a cacophony of music, sound, sight and sweat on this level.
    There was also a basement level, uncreatively nicknamed “Hell” by those who knew of its existence. This area was accessible first by invitation, then by membership to only the most hardcore of players. This below ground realm was a club within a club, the dark side of not only The Inferno , but of human nature itself. The “members only” entry allowed a select group into this realm where they “enjoyed” the delights of all things fetishistic to carnal. All behavior, with the exception of violence, was tolerated. The rules were few and existed only to maintain the marginal