After a funky Friday night, which I promise I’ll get to, I needed something to cleanse the pallet. The choice came down to the 205, Jiggles, or The Dolphin II. Each had their merit. The 205 is closer to home and Jiggles features a younger crew that I have yet to review, but the D2 had something neither of the others did. Raquel. Redhead strippers are few and far between. Even fewer are really hot ones. And Raquel is certainly that. So flush with a grip of cash from my night gig, I made the trek out to Beaverton Saturday night to visit my new favorite.
Rolling in, the girl at the door was going over the menu. I asked her what she was having as I paid my cover. She replied the fettuccini was pretty good. That’s surprising since normally I don’t equate Italian with a strip club. “Actually”, she said, “anything with chicken is pretty good.” Worth noting. There are only two menus in town I’ve been wanting to check out: the legendary steak at the Acropolis and the bar food at the 205. Everywhere else has left me kinda squeamish.
Moving through the door I immediately scanned the place for Raquel. The plan was to stick like Velcro to her until she’d taken all of my money. Unfortunately she wasn’t working. And that just sucked. Is she still out there? Has she moved somewhere else? I need to know! I’ve got singles that need to be thrown!
It wasn’t long before Plan B came into focus. Sitting in the back corner, nursing my beer and feeding Raquel’s money into the video poker machine, the DJ announced Jewel was next up on the main stage. The pole stage. Time to go make acquaintances
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After my last time in there, I was 99% sure she knew who I was. How could she not? Everytime she was on stage, I was right there. Then a couple of days later a glowing report showed up on the Internet. I figured the gig was up. And besides I owed her a couch dance to see how the new improved Jewel stacked up against the old jabby Jewel.
I sat down in a corner and waited for the show to start. She immediately saw me and smiled. Yeah. She knew. The show was spectacular as usual all the way down to hanging from the rafters by her legs and swinging back. Oh goodness. Her set ended with her naked, sitting on the rail with her back to me. *Sigh* As she scooped up the bills she asked if I wanted a private dance. I did. She told me to meet her in the back for the next tune. I headed straight for the ATM, because I knew this wouldn’t be a one-tune thing.
It took an extra minute to get cash from the machine. Looking across the room, I could see Jewel was looking for me. In the room. Around the entrance. It’s probably not the first time someone had disappointed her. She’s a businesswoman and probably doesn’t take kindly to a-holes who run off on her. I caught her eye and assured her I was hitting the ATM. Probably a good sign from her perspective.
We retired to the same couch Roxy and I had used a few weeks ago. We made some small talk while we waited for the next tune to start. Didn’t she know me from the Dolphin 1. Do I come here often. All that sort of stuff. Pretty soon the song began. She took off my glasses and went to work. She started out asking what I liked. Knowing that she knew who I was, I sensed she wanted to give me a good show. I assured her I was in her hands and she could do whatever she wanted. She rubbed the back of my neck, asked if I liked it, and we were off.
After my last couch dance with Jewel, the one where I swore I’d never make that mistake again, The Librarian and I hatched a book idea. It would be a sales book comparing the sales game to the stripping game. It’s all about sales, you see. And the two things all “successful” sales guys and managers love are strippers and metaphors. If you’ve ever read that book Who Moved My Cheese or, the even more dreadful, Fish!, you know of what I speak. We had the outline all done up during our drive back home one night. Unfortunately neither one of us remembered to write any of it down. So it’s lost to the ages. Except one chapter title. “Can’t get past the jabby” In a word, that was my initial issue with Jewel. It was all finger-tips and jabbing. Not a good thing.
Jewel, though, is a smart cookie. She’ll see if something’s not working and adapt. She’s honed her craft and is good at it. Both on stage and now on the couch. Where before it was sort of frenetic and…well, jabby, now it’s softer, more free flowing, and…well, nice. Some nuzzling, some blowing on my ear, and lots of rubbing earned her a second dance. Oh! And a nice shot of her cleavage while she lay on my lap and rubbed the back of my head. Heaven. Jewel has one of the best bodies going. Period. And $20 to have her lay down on my lap and show it to me (even though it was covered) was a bargain.
At the end of the second song I said she had all my money and we went back to small talk. I asked if it was her or someone pretending to be her who’d e-mailed me. She said it was her. We spent the next 20 minutes talking on the couch about this and that. Like I said, smart smart girl. And not in that Phil Stanford “she can speak four languages and put a bunch of sailors in their place” sort of way. It’s more of a “don’t piss her off because someday we’ll all be working for her” vibe. Hopefully when the revolution comes, she’ll be kind.
Our conversation quickly ended when she was called to the back stage. Our newfound friendship gave me some extra benefits. She kept making little comments to me as she passed by, but I could only make out the pronouns. Beyond that, I just smiled and nodded. And fed her singles.
As soon as her set ended, I headed back to the video poker. I was having relatively good luck at the machines, picking up $30 or so which wasn’t too shabby. I had no complaints. I kept one eye on the action in case there was anyone else I wanted to check out.
There was one girl I’d talked about last time I was in there who was back. Short. Very cute. Bubbly. And blonde. I saw she was on the side stage, so I made my way back. She leaned down and asked my name. I gave it to her and asked hers’. “Misty,” she said. Oh Misty. She proceeded to put on a show for everyone at the rail. She’s gorgeous. All the way down to her toes. Unlike last time, she was a little less shy about showing off her butt, which is one of her best assets. Last time she kept it covered and made sure to pull down the back of her skirt lest it be exposed. This time, though, it all came off. As she stood in front of me and bounced her tits a little, she said she didn’t like doing that because it made her butt bounce. I told her she had a great ass and she shouldn’t be bashful about it.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
From then on, I got a little extra. A close-up of her breasts. A little tap on my head. Clearly I’d gotten her attention. Later, at the mainstage, she came over and thanked me for the compliment then proceeded to crawl down the rail to give me an up close look at her ass. *Swoon* After Jewel, I cannot say enough good things about her. And it’ll be because of her that I’ll be back again. Soon.
My night wrapped up a little while later. I’d been drinking ice water for a little while and it was starting to make me a little chilly. Jewel was standing at the bar with another guy, looking at the menu. I went over to thank her for the dance and the conversation. And I recommended the fettuccini. Can’t wait for my next visit.