SB12 was named that because he was hiding a 12 incher somehow in his pooch hole and posed as a chick. Back then the way he manipulated his stuff to hide the real him/her was notorious amongst trannie circles.

I also heard SB12 didnt end up doing too well later in life. You may want to check this out

Well, here's an idea for MBOT management. Bring back Porn Star features and have them perform shows like they used to do back in the day. Crazy Horse packs them in on porno night, so why not steal some of that audience. Wouldn't hurt. Plus if I really wanted a private show with a Porn Star, I'd much rather have it at MBOT.

Peace

The reason MBOT discontinued features is that there just wasn't any demand for them. The Porners of the late 90's/turn-of-the-Century simply could not compete with the house dancers. It got embarrassing.

I recall one of the last they had -- no idea of what her name was. After her show, they set her up in one of the VIP Rooms in the hallway to do autograpgs, photos, etc. where the poor girl sat completely ignored. It became painful. I wanted to leave, but didn't want to walk past her, so went through the one curtained entrance to the Cinema crossed the room and exited on the other side thereby avoiding her.

If PF's cause any uptick in attendance at CH, I think it's because it attracts a younger, less sophisticated crowd. I really don't see MBOT profiting from resuming visiting porn stars unless it were someone who would attract the attention of the local mainstream media -- a Jenna Jameson is the only one I can think of who would currently command that kind of reception.

CH, on the other hand, had Reena Sky, an up-and-coming porn babe WANT to work there and told her, "No, go away."

I don't know what was behind that but considering that CH has porn stars there once or twice a month and heavily promotes them, the explanation given that "we don't want to exploit her porn career" made absolutly no fucking sense whatsoever.

I saw Reena do a live show at Naughty America the other day - she's a babe! Looks a bit like a young Marisa Tomei as a porn babe.

I remember it was either BAMBI or a super-young BOBBI BANKS. over 20 years ago; most of the ponies at CH were not even born yet.

My BEST lap dance experience back then was with RIKKI FONTAINE much later. In the CineStage-front row, she would lean forward against the stage front, straddle my left leg and put her snatch right on my stiff package and rub us both out. I also got incredible laps from GIGI and a gorgeous Euro-chick with a perfect natural rack; i believe her name was TRINA.(No, of course not)

Also, SABRINA WRIGHT had a knack to get me off with a slow senuous grind in the CineStage; WTF happened?

Even later I remember the first lap i got from JOVANA; i came all over both of us in about 20 seconds-i was surprised, humiliated and happy all at the same time.

INDIA would fuck you as part of a LD in the Cine.

In the WALL dancing room, BBHJ were common; nasty because not really authorized.

Sex is messy...if you are doing it right, and old MBOT was a true golden age spot of naughty and sometimes raucus sex play. Most of the women were hot, unique and beautiful and loved what they were doing...

Today its all about the upsell.

It was the summer of 96, we had been trying to pass ride to Hawaii and had gotten as far as LA. But we had been bumped off plane after plane packed with Hawaiians and servicemen going back home from the west coast or Vegas. An agent with United told us that there was a 767 with fifty empty seats in SFO. The plane would be leaving late that afternoon but if we could find our way there in time we would have a much better chance of getting to Hawaii. Back then our airline had a suttle between LAX and SFO that took off every hour, so we jumped on one and got to SF with just barely enough time to reach the gate. However, there were at least fifty people standing there trying to pass ride too. None of us or any of them got on that plane. We decided to spend a few days in SF and try again later.

That night, after dinner with old friends and being introduced to that Japanese drink Saki, (wow, thats some powerful stuff) I was heading to the Regal theater when I walked passed the CH. A gorgeous asian girl (short, but stacked) was standing in the front by the counter. I had never been in the CH, but this girl looked too good to pass up and I had to have her so I talked to the guy behind the counter and he told me how things worked. It sounded ok to me so I paid the cover and walked in.

I saw that same asian girl sitting by herself up close to the DJ booth. So I ploped down beside her and began to talk to her. She told me about the laps and the booths in the back, quoted prices which were l lot less than they are today. But she could not dance for me right then because she was on a brake. "So I asked how long was her break?" She said it was going to be a long break, and all but told me to get lost. I told her I did not have much time but I had to have a dance from her. She then told me that she did not dance for "White Foreign devils."

Even though that hurt my feelings and pissed me off, I now I had to have her even more. I said to her "look, I don't have much time, but you are driving me crazy, I have have to get a dance from you, I'll do anything for you." "Anything?" she asked. Thinking that she would demand more money I said back to her "Anything." "OK" she said, if you walk naked across Market Street I will give you a dance."

Ah gee, now I have really stepped into it. No way I can do that, but if I don't do it, I will never be able to come into this club again. Then I thought to myself, "you know, I am a long way from home and people do crazy stuff here in SF all the time. As long as a cop does not come by I may get away with it. "Can I keep my shoes on?" She said yes.

So now I am standing out on Market street with this girl and some of her dancer friends. They are laughing their asses off and telling me to hurry up. It's late and not much traffic. I wait until there are no cars. Off come the shirt, pants and whitie tighties and I start sprinting across Market. The Bums standing on the corner start cheering and pointing at me. The girls start yelling "no running! no running!" But I ignore them and run as fast as I can. Some dude walking on the other side of Market sees me and stopes in his tracks, mouth agape, eyes as big as dinner plates, he must think I am attacking him or something.

Ah gee, cars are beginning to approach in both directions as I reach the other side of the street. The poor dude with his mouth agape looks like he is about to shit in his pants. I notice a bag about the size of a pillow case right at the curb in front of me. I decide to pick it up and try to use it to hide my privates as I run back to the CH side of the street. God, whats in this bag, it's filled to the top with someitng and it's heavier that I thought it would be, but I carry it back anyway as it does offer me some cover.

By the time I reach the relative safty of the sidewalk people are pouring out of the CH too see what is going on. The manager is screaming at the girls to get back inside. "You will have every cop in SF on us" he keeps yelling. The girl and her friends are still laughing and high fiveing each other as I quckly get dressed.

"Hey, what's in the bag, it's full right up to the top" said the asian girl. "I don't know, but I am sure glad I found it when I did, why don't to take a look." Guys, you know what that bag was full of? It was full of shit, just like this story.