From: cmg@mich.com (CMG) Subject: Like Living in a Bob Smyth Post (My Week at Mitchell Bros.) Date: August 26 - 31, 1996 Before going to Mitchell Brothers' Theatre (SF, Calif.), I did some homework. I read the FAQ, and I read as much Bob "High Mileage" Smyth on MBT as I could find. There is such a thing as being over-prepared. I felt like I became Bob Smyth. I wore shorts with plaid boxer shorts underneath. I took along a bunch of rubbers. I studied Bob's MBT LBB names. I took a seat in the movie room, and waited for the magic to happen. Something was wrong. I hate porno movies. I really hate watching porno movies, unless I've got a cute stripper squirming on my lap. I hate sitting, waiting for cute strippers to come to me. When they did, I couldn't remember seeing their names on Bob's LBB. So, I said yes to all of them. It's dark in there. I got a few bad, one- minute laps. I realized that becoming Bob Smyth took more than plaid boxer shorts and a pocketful of rubbers. I needed a new strategy. One that worked for the "Bob Smyth" inside me. (End of scary part.) I tried all the different rooms. New York Live - zzzzzzzzz Green Door Room - $$$$$$$$$ Ultra Room - ouch Copenhagen Room - click click yawn Cabana Room - ahhhhhh, I like that The cabanas are new at MBT. They are round, padded stand-up booths, about three feet in diameter, with curtains that stop about a foot off the floor. For $40, the girl will do a high-mileage wall dance about 2 to 4 songs in length. Bigger tips get you even nastier action. Anything seems possible. The cabanas are my type of fun. But it can be expensive. To get the most "bang for the buck", I followed a few simple, common sense strategies. For one thing, it's easy for anyone to see all the comings and goings in the cabanas. You can't see anything from the calves up, but you can deduce a lot by watching the feet and the guy's pantlegs. (ALS pointed that out for me.) When one of the dancer's feet disappears, that's good. When they both disappear, that's better. When the guy's cuffs go up and down, you can be sure something good is happening. And so on. (If I was any good at ascii art, I'd draw a picture.) Usually, I just took one who looked good for a "test drive" in the movie room. I hung out around the snack counter and "scoped them out". Sometimes they would ask me: "Would you like some company?" "Let's go see a movie." I'd say. "Okay!" Other times, I'd be "pro-active": "Wanna watch a movie?" A curious sidenote: A disproportionate number of the strippers I settled on, I'd discover afterwards, were in between working dildo shows in the Green Door Room. "You're smelling them," Bob Smyth later told me. "You don't know you are, but you're smelling them." Or maybe ALS said that, too. I forget. Once I got one in the movie room (or once she got me in there), she'd invariably say, "You know, we could have a lot more fun with some more privacy," meaning another room and bigger bucks. "I know," I'd reply. "I just wanna be sure I've got a good girl." They usually understood and did their best to reassure me. But one asked, "What do you mean 'good'? I associate that with 'virtuous'". That nearly threw me. It took a second to steer it back to talk of buttcheeks, boners, semen and the like. I tried to keep my MBT conversation as superficial as possible. When your lapper is working in the classic, sitting position, you can't see any of the movie. That's fine. You still hear a lot of sighs and moans. Sometimes, you'd swear the sounds are coming from your stripper. Sometimes they are. A fun thing to say is, "Pardon me. Was that you moaning?" If she's got anything on the ball, she'll play along, squealing like your very own porno starlet. If you're into that sort of thing. After a few minutes in the movie room, she'll ask, "Want me to stick around?" If she's a "good one", I'd say, "Let's go to the cabana." It's like a date. First a movie, then dancing. In the cabana, I always started out tipping the $40 minimum. I upped that to $60 or $80 just to see what it got, but went back to $40. Wall dancing is new to me. So are bikini dances. I discovered I sort of like feeling a cute girls tits through her bikini top. The thing I really like is the way they reach up and grab the top of the booth wall for leverage - the better to squish your lap with their buttcheeks. It looks really good from behind. Sometimes, I'd pet her back and say, "Good girl". Speaking of good girls, here's a few names I remember: Day Shift: Corinna (or Karina?) & Shane (she's on Bob's list, too) Night Shift: Cheyenne, Arianna, Bianca There were others, but I'm not sure about their names. They're all cute, young, small-breasted blondes about 5'-6" to 5'-10". I have no idea why I always picked them. They just seemed right for Mitchell Brothers. I guess it was the "Bob Smyth" inside me. CM "Cabana Boy" G