A pricy, mechanical sure thing

I have visited MBO a couple of times per year over the past 10 years during business trips in San Francisco. Nothing with the layout has changed in those ten years. I bet Papi_Chulo's jizz stains from 10 years ago are still on the carpet in the VIP!

The club is located in an increasingly sketchy part of town. Each visit seems like there is more homelessness and evidence of drug use on the sidewalks around the club. I stopped by in the early afternoon and felt safe enough. After parking my car at a meter (thanks to the person who left money on the meter), I walked a block to the club. A disinterested money collector behind the counter took my $15 entry fee and offered to stamp my hand for re-entry later on. I declined knowing I had a flight to catch in a few hours. As I walked back, a tall asian girl with a bit of a butter face asked if I wanted some company. I declined as I wanted to see who was working. They post a schedule on the wall back by the main stage. In noted 5 entertainers listed. Unfortunately, no stage show as I saw only one other patron in the building.

The serviceable Jessie Sparks came up next to me while I was leaning against the half wall looking at the empty stage and contemplating how much time I was going to waste looking for some action. She was impressed that I knew her name immediately, as if we had shared some moments in the past. She asked if I wanted to get a little more comfortable in one of the VIP rooms and suggested we talk about a menu. Since I didn't have much time to spare, I said sure...let's talk. She gave me a reasonable offer (by San Francisco standards) for all that I wanted. Total damage was $400 for her mechanical Frank Sinatra impersonation. I recognize the price was steep, but given my time constraints, she had the negotiating upper hand.