From: Lapsalot@aol.com (Lapsalot)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.strip-clubs
Subject: [ASSC] Lapsalot's SF Trip Part 1
Date: Tue, 28 Sep 1999

Sir Lapsalot Loose in San Francisco

I finally got to spend some quality time in the city by the bay, compliments of my employer, who decided that I needed to attend a conference there last week. Who am I to argue? So, armed with a vast array of knowledge regarding MSC and MBOT collected from Redbook, ASS-C, TUSCL, and Jag, I embarked on a week of fun and frolicking. Unfortunately I ended up spending too much time with conference-goers so I only made 3 trips to clubs, 2 to MSC and 1 to MBOT. I had an absolutely incredible time at both places. MSC wins the price war. MBOT has MUCH better looking girls. For the Minnesota contingent reading this report, MSC girls are equal to 418 in looks and MBOT rivals Jake's and Rick's. San Francisco has some outstanding women. What follows is an excruciatingly detailed account of my encounters. This review is not for the faint of heart. Given the open availability of extras in these clubs, I have decided a no-holds-barred approach is appropriate. So here goes.

Market Street Cinema - Tuesday, 9/21/99

I arrived at MSC at 5:30pm, only an hour after my plane had landed at SFO and after a very brief stop at the Marriott downtown to check in. I decided to walk to MSC despite some suggestions that tourists would be smarter to take a taxi. Having grown up around Chicago I couldn't imagine that things would be that bad. And they weren't. I didn't spend any time in the Tenderloin after 8:00pm and at no time did I ever feel threatened. Sure there are lots of homeless people and unruly kids running around, but certainly nothing to get worked up
about that early in the day.

I paid both covers quickly ($30), knowing full well that I would be making use of Sin City before my departure that evening. I spent the first 10 minutes just wandering around letting my eyes adjust to the dim lighting. Once I could see, it was obvious just how much of a dive this place was. Strange smells abound here and a general uncleanliness permeates every corner of the club. MSC will certainly never win any awards for how the place looks. Fortunately there are a bevy of girls there that will help you forget your surroundings.

After getting the lay of the land I settled into a seat by the main stage to catch Minka's show. I must say she looked better than I thought she would. She is quite pretty, with great skin, and an unbelievably small waist. But those tits of hers are just too much. I like tits. A lot of tits. But not those tits. She seemed to enjoy the attention she was getting from those in the front row and was pretty generous with the boob facials. She danced for 4 songs and then disappeared in back to talk to her admirers.

I was interested in seeing a house girl or two on stage so I stayed put. But before the next girl made her entrance a pretty blonde sat down next to me. She was about 5'6", long straight blonde hair, a natural 34C-24-36 figure, a pretty smile, and she smelled terrific. She surprised me by striking up some conversation. I was expecting the "wanna dance" line immediately and she didn't follow that script. She leaned in close running her hands over me while inquiring about the usual stuff: had I been there before, where was I from, why was I in town, what cologne was I wearing, like that. The cologne seemed to fixate her. She complimented me on it and said it reminded her fondly of a boyfriend she once had. Sure it did, but I'll play along. She seemed to relax after a couple of minutes of talking and flirting and finally introduced herself as Tammy. A huge red light went off in the back of my brain. I was virtually certain that Tammy had appeared in the ROB Hall of Fame and was one of the dancers to be avoided. But I was intrigued by her. I had plenty of cash, so a little exploration, even if things went poorly, wouldn't be detrimental to my trip. There were plenty of other girls there who I knew would come through. So when Tammy asked if I wanted a dance I readily agreed.

We adjourned to a booth in the Bangkok room and she asked me what I was interested in. I said that a couple of nude lap dances were on the agenda and I inquired as to her price: $60 each. Okay, no problem, I forked over the cash. I had resolved not to negotiate with Tammy in the hopes that civility and high prices might make her more amenable to mileage yet to come. After scooping the cash from my hand she took off her bra and panties to reveal a fairly nice, yet soft, body. She was pretty in a girl-next-door way that I kinda liked. She started dancing and I commented on how things like this just didn't happen in Minnesota and how privileged I was to have someone as beautiful as her naked in my lap. She seemed to love this attention. I asked her to stop me if I did anything that was out-of-bounds for her. I figured a little politeness couldn't hurt. She responded by snuggling a little closer and pulling my right hand to her pussy. Jackpot. It seems this girl likes to be treated like a queen (or at least like a prima donna). In any case, all of her charms were open for me to explore. So I did. After 20 minutes of dancing there wasn't any part of her body that I had not become intimately familiar with. I think I could identify her body only by touch at this point.

After the two long dances she offered me a blowjob for another $120. I said that would be heavenly and handed her the money. I didn't negotiate, keeping to her MSRP in hopes that she would follow through with her promises. After depositing my cash in her purse and extracting a condom from therein, she returned to me, pulled down my pants, and started a firm and professional handjob. Once hard she put on the condom and continued the handjob. I was certain that this was all the farther she would go, despite her earlier offer, or at the least she would ask for more money. Neither occurred. After a minute of stroking she dropped to her knees and engulfed my cock with her mouth. She sucked with enthusiasm for a couple of minutes then returned to stroking me. She alternated like that for the rest of our session. In the end it was more HJ than BJ, but she never seemed disinterested or disgusted by what she was doing, rather the opposite. In any case, the sight of her pretty face bobbing up and down on my cock was just too much and I came after only 10 minutes of her expert ministrations. She helped clean me up, thanked me for being so nice, and asked me to stop by and see her again. With that we went our separate ways.

I wandered around for a bit knowing that it would be a few minutes before I had recharged enough for round two. The DJ announced that Mini Mounds would soon be performing at the Playland stage so I made my way back there to kill some time. Mini was full of energy. But had a rather brutal boob job. What is it with these girls that they need to be butchered like that? Bigger is one thing, but she was over the top. I tipped her $5 to be polite and did get to feel her up quite thoroughly during her set. Too much for me.

I wandered back out to the main stage in time to catch Tedra's performance. She was energetic and thin, aggressive and flexible. A tanned and toned 34A-22-34 body if ever there was one. She also had fantastically smooth skin. I sat stage side, tipped her $5, and received some tender loving care from her hands. She said she saw me disappear in back with Tammy and asked me if was ready for a real woman yet. Apparently Tammy does have a less than stellar reputation, even if she is not a ROB. I told Tedra that I had fully recovered and could use some company when she was through.

When she finished her set, she came over, grabbed my arm, and led me to a booth at the very back of the Wet & Wild area. We snuggled for a few seconds exchanging pleasantries. She, too, complimented me on my choice of cologne (mental note: order a year's supply ASAP) and then asked what I was ready for. I wasn't awestruck by her appearance; in fact I didn't think she was all that pretty, but there was something overtly sexual about her that was quite attractive. I told her that I like to get to know a dancer with a couple of nude lap dances first. She asked for $120 and I simply forked it over. Tedra was definitely more aggressive than Tammy. She made sure that either my finger or tongue was buried in her pussy at all times. It wasn't really a dance, but a grope session. She stroked my cock through my pants while I licked and fingered her pussy. She felt very warm and wet. Her idea of 2 dances wasn't quite as long as Tammy's, but the nastiest was certainly much higher. As our dances ended she suggested a blowjob for another $200. I countered with $180 saying that $300 total was a nice number. She agreed. There was no foreplay or period of adjustment with Tedra. She yanked my pants down, put a condom on junior, and started sucking like her life depended on it. I was glad that she was so energetic, cause my session with Tammy combined with weariness from my recently concluded 2000 mile flight made things take much longer than usual. She worked my cock over for a good 20 minutes before I blew my load in her mouth. Tedra is one nasty girl. After our session, she handed me a small piece of paper with her voice mail number on it and offered full service outcall for $300/hr. I carefully put that piece of paper away in case I needed her services
later in the week.

That concluded my trip to MSC on Tuesday. It was an absolutely fabulous experience. I spent $30 on cover charges, $10 on tips, $240 with Tammy, and $300 with Tedra for a total of $580. Not bad for just over 2 hours of illicit fun. I'm used to paying that for decent outcall so this was a nice change of pace.