OK, I admit that I didn't...

OK, I admit that I didn't really know what I was getting into when I entered MSC for the first time last week. I was visiting the bay area from the midwest. I should have paid more attention to the reviews here on TUSCL. I went with the intention of watching the stage show and meybe getting some dances from somebody I found attractive. But the dancing is purely an afterthought at this place; completely incidental to the action in the back. I after paying my $20 admission, I walked into the theater and was IMMEDIATELY pounced on by an attractive blonde named Jenna-Tel (heh-heh, I get it) who took my hand, pressed her breast into my arm, and began walking me toward the back of the theater, telling me she was going to give me a tour and a free lap dance. My eyes hadn't even adjusted to the dark, but I could see several other scantily-clad women standing about. There were meybe 3 guys in the seats watching the dancer onstage. We got to the back, and I was hit up for a $10 fee to go further with Jenna-Tel. I said wait a minute, I just want to sit and watch for awhile. J-T kept up the hard sell, telling me her offer of a "free" lap dance wouldn't last. It took a while, but I finally separated myself from her clutches and took a seat. Immediately, another blonde was sitting next to me, giving me the EXACT same hard sell I had just gotten from J-T. It took several minutes to convince her I just wanted to sit and watch the show. I moved closer to the stage and was again acosted, this time by an immense black woman, who thankfully took the hint much quicker that the other two. By this time I was annoyed but was beginning to understand the desperate competetive rush to get me into the back. I moved over to a seat next to the runway. A number of the seats around me were broken or had broken cushions stacked on them. There was a musty smell; the place was dingy. The dancer onstage came over, climbed down off the stage, and straddled me. Her name was Dallas, an overweight brunette with a tired look. She gave me a sweaty breast facial & sweetly explained the menu of services she offered, and told me I was smart not to go with those other girls because "they would have ripped me off". She was hip to the reviews on TUSCL and told me she had recieved a grade of "A" in one of them. I actually liked Dallas; she seemed real & sincere, and not in a rush to see how fast she could seperate me from my cash. She finished her stage set and disappeared. The next dancer was Porcelain, a petite, slender young asian who wore sunglasses and did not change expression while onstage. She appeared utterly detached from what she was doing and left the stage between songs. Like I said, the stage show here appears to be incidental, something to get through and be done with. I was so bored during her 5 or 6 song set I found myself watching the generic porn on the TV mounted up at the right side of the stage. The music seemed to be playing off a CD, and from time to time would simply stop in the middle of a song and then start another tune. The dancers didn't seem to notice or mind.

After Porcelain's uninvolved dancing, a chubby latina took the stage. I twice asked her what her name was and could not understand her answer. I did understand "Gimme one dollah", which she said several times even after I had tipped her every song. Her "dancing" was a joke. I got up and went looking for Dallas, fending off the ferocious attention of several women who were on me like flies on a turd. Dallas was unfortunately otherwise occupied. I felt harassed and harried and had had enough. I stumbled out into the afternoon sun on Market Street having learned my lesson, feeling somewhat less naive. If I ever return to MSC, which is not likely, I will bring lots of money and will be prepared for the relentless onslaught of female attention. The restroom, at least, was clean and bright.