Power Exchange Review: SF’s Notorious Sex Club
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Power Exchange is San Francisco’s dirtiest little secret – a no-frills, no-rules, no-mercy sex club where sleaze reigns supreme. Not for the faint of heart, but perfect for the bold and barely clothed.
By: Kat Swings
If you think you’re ready for San Francisco’s infamous Power Exchange, think again. This isn’t your cute little swinger soirée with soft lighting and polite nods – this is raw, rowdy, and unapologetically raunchy. Nestled deep in the Tenderloin (yes, that Tenderloin), Power Exchange is the Bay Area’s most notorious sex club, where exhibitionism meets chaos and the dress code is “bring wipes.” If you haven’t already graduated from your local swinger club and braved a single male night without flinching, you are 1000% not ready. But if you like a little sleaze with your spice? Buckle up. Here comes the full, filthy rundown. (Power Exchange podcast coming soon)
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💀 Power Exchange San Francisco Review
🚗 Distance from downtown– City center!! 220 Jones St, Tenderloin District
🕓 Nightclub Hours –
7 days a week – 9pm-4am (Sleazy sex knows no day off!)
💲 Pricing – CASH only! They have an ATM on premises.
- 👦🏻👧🏻 Couples –
7 days a week – $70 - 👦🏻 Single Male –
7 days a week – $80 - 👧🏻 Single Female –
7 days a week – $20
👀 First Impressions – Let’s get this out of the way – Power Exchange is located in the Tenderloin, which is basically San Francisco’s version of “wrong turn, go back now!” It’s not the kind of place you stroll through in heels without watching your back. You’ll pass open-air drug deals, a symphony of sirens, and at least three people having full conversations with invisible friends. Romantic, right?
Once you finally find the unmarked entrance (bless you if you parked), you’re “greeted” by bouncers with the charm of DMV employees on day 6 of a juice cleanse. They made us feel SO unwelcome the first time, we actually debated turning around. They were rude, condescending, and acted like we were just another pair of thirsty single dudes. Honey, please. We were dressed to the nines and ready to be the show – and you’re treating us like we’re here to clean the bathroom?
💡 PRO TIP Power Exchange: the couples and the girls are the attraction. Show a little gratitude that we’re willing to grace your crime scene chic establishment with our presence.
🥼 Coat Check – Once you fork over your cash (after surviving the staff’s charm offensive—sarcasm), you’ll head toward the large coat check area. Drop off your coats and bags if you want, though we always carry a little go-bag with the essentials: lube, toys, and—let’s be honest—a backup schoolgirl outfit, just in case the mood strikes (It has!)
We hand over our coats, but Kat keeps her trusty trench coat on. Not for modesty, mind you, but for tactical protection as we navigate those narrow, dimly lit stairwells with the wanking dead lurking in the shadows like it’s a low-budget zombie flick. Nothing like a dude in tube socks whispering “nice heels” as you pass by to make you feel super safe.
🎟️ Inside Tour – Main Floor – The first floor is part grimy nightclub, part voyeur theater. There’s a dance floor – though we’ve never seen anyone dancing – and a few worn couches (yes, we’ve broken one in). There’s also an open play space, where you can watch or be watched. A voyeur balcony hangs above, perfect for those who like a little overhead view of the action. That’s actually where we got our first cream pie offer… from a dude. So we gracefully declined, thank you very much.
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👆 Inside Tour – Upstairs – The top floor is often reserved for couples only. Some private playrooms, slightly more chill energy, and far less peanut gallery. Honestly, if you’re gonna play here, this is where you’ll feel a touch more dignity.
👇 Inside Tour – Downstairs – Oh baby, this is where it gets raunchy. The basement dungeon is a labyrinth of “rooms” (generous term—they’re more like broom closets), separated from the crowd by a waist-high wall or sticky chain. So yeah, the audience can lean in and spectate. Or yell. Or jack off while shouting “Choke her!” and “Spank her!” which, if you’re in the mood, adds to the chaos. If you’re not? It’s a horror show.
We once snuck in around 3am, fresh off a twist-ing night at Twist, and put on an impromptu hour-long show. The crowd? Ate. It. Up. Applause at the end, like we just wrapped a Broadway performance. And for our late arrival, Power Exchange gave us 50% off and a coupon for the next night. Did we go back? OF COURSE. And that’s when we met our first Hell Yea MFM – a respectful single dude who brought Kat water. A man among boys. (Did we ever mention it’s often the worst clubs who have provided us the best experiences?!)
“Where we met our 1st ‘Hell Yea.’ Really. Let’s call him… Brad. “
🎵 DJ/Bar – No bar. No drinks. Not even BYOB. You better show up drunk on your own charm – or pregame elsewhere (Twist, obvi). We always hit Twist first to get flirty, have a drink or three, and build up that carnal energy before Ubering over to the land of fluorescent lighting and free-range dicks.
Power Exchange offers zero liquid courage – unless you count the bottle of Fiji in the vending machine. And let’s be real, Leo doesn’t exactly get to relax here. He’s not coming in carefree – he’s in full security detail mode, scanning every corner like he’s guarding the Queen of England (hi, that’s me 👋). Because let’s face it – nothing kills the mood faster than having to fend off a dozen overly eager hands before you’ve even made it to a playroom.
“Staff? Ratchet with a Whistle“
🛎️ Staff – The staff at Power Exchange? Whew. Rude, dismissive, and completely oblivious to the fact that the women are the main event. We’re not asking for velvet ropes and complimentary rosé, but damn—how about NOT being rude?
Instead, we got “Cash only!” barked at us like we were trying to sneak into a Chili’s happy hour without paying. It’s giving TSA vibes, minus the uniforms and with none of the professionalism. And listen – we totally get that single guys can be a lot. We’ve seen the staff try to wrangle them like horny cattle, and honestly, fair. But showing the same gruff attitude to couples who actually elevate the vibe? Seriously?
The one shining light in the entire cast of characters was the coat check guy. Chillest motherf**er in the building. Like, “Hey y’all, no judgment, have fun,” energy – exactly what this place desperately needs more of. Give that man a raise. And maybe let him train the rest of your crew on how not to scare away the talent.
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🔥 Vibe Check – If your idea of a hot night out involves being surrounded by a semi-circle of 10+ guys jerking off while you do your thing in a sex alcove – congrats, you’ve found your Mecca. This is the place for the hands-on (and hands-off) crowd. We’re talking full-on audience participation without ever stepping foot onstage. The guy-to-girl ratio hovers around 3-to-1, but let’s be real – it often feels more like 6-to-1, especially if you’re a woman anywhere near a spotlight.
It’s a sausage fest 🍆 in every sense, with a vibe that’s shockingly heteronormative given that we’re in the heart of queer, colorful, anything-goes San Francisco. Sure, you’ll see a few trans girls walking around—many of whom dress femme to qualify for the single female rate (honestly, smart move)—but outside of that, it’s very much straight male energy. The kind of energy that treats women less like people and more like walking fantasies ready for group scenes on demand.
And make no mistake – Power Exchange is a gangbang buffet. The menu? You, if you let it be. If that’s your fantasy, then belly up and enjoy. If not? Keep your trench coat on and proceed with caution.
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⚠️Would we go back? – We haven’t been in almost a year. These days, we’ve matured (somewhat) into more sensual, curated hotel room encounters. But sometimes, Kat gets a little exhibitionist itch. And the Green Door in Vegas scratches it way better. Cleaner, friendlier, still sleazy – but the good kind of sleazy.
Power Exchange is 10x grimier than Green Door. So if you’re looking to try a sex club? Start in Vegas. Think of it like learning to swim before cliff-diving into shark-infested waters. Kat still kinda wants to go back. Leo, on the other hand, is holding the reins -and unless he wants to play part-time security guard again, he’s not exactly rushing to book an Uber to the Tenderloin.
💡 PRO TIP: Power Exchange puts the sleaze in sleazy. If you’re not a seasoned swinger who’s already dipped your toe into the dungeon side of sex clubs, don’t even think about it.
⭐⭐ Kat’s rating:
🍆 Dirty fun when you’re in the mood.
🧼 Bring Purell.
👠 And don’t wear your good heels.
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Power Exchange: Not for the faint of heart—San Francisco’s anything-goes, no-frills sex club where kinks run wild and the wanking dead abound.
Twist SF: The Bay Area’s only swinger club—newbie-friendly, diverse, and always a slow burn. Great entry to the SF scene.
Bronze Party: Bay Area’s vetted HWP event planner, hosting swinger parties at Twist, Danzhaus, and private house parties. Usually draws younger crowd.
Swinger Lingo (check Swinger Dictionary for more!)
Voyeurism: The art of peeking behind closed doors, where watching becomes the sexiest form of foreplay. A practice in which individuals derive sexual pleasure from observing others engaging in intimate activities.
Exhibitionism: Putting on a show that would make Vegas blush, because why keep all that steamy action to yourself? The act of deriving sexual gratification from exposing one’s own body or engaging in sexual activities in front of others, often for the purpose of arousal or thrill.
Sex Club: A sleazier, seedier cousin to your neighborhood swinger club, this is a no-holds-barred adult playground where your wildest, filthiest fantasies come out to play. Forget polite partner swapping – this place is about raw, unfiltered exploration with strangers, voyeurs, and the wanking dead. Think grungy themed rooms, dimly lit hallways, and zero strings attached… unless they’re tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross.
Gangbang: A steamy rendezvous where more is definitely merrier – because sometimes, one-on-one just isn’t enough! This sexual encounter involves one individual (typically female) and multiple male partners engaging in sexual activities simultaneously.
Creampie: When someone finishes deep inside – no pullout, all fill. Warm, messy, and dripping with taboo… usually with someone eager to lick the cream out after.
Wanking dead: Single males at a dimly lit sex club, shuffling around with erections out, aimlessly stroking like zombies in a lust-filled apocalypse.
Single male: The lone wolf of the lifestyle scene, navigating swinger clubs and parties solo. Often the eager observer or the lucky participant, he’s respectful, confident, and always on the lookout for a tantalizing opportunity to join in the fun!