When I first started this back in May, it was my intention to compare everything against my Rosetta Stone of strip clubs, the Dolphin I. The D1 has been there for me from almost the day I turned 21. Our relationship has survived girlfriends, more than one religious freak-out, and leaving town at least three times. She’s always been there for me. Welcoming me back. Always with a new treat. A new twist.
I haven’t been back since the first night three months ago. I’ve certainly meant to. There’s still a comfort knowing the D1 is out there, but I’ve been in the mood to explore. Tonight, I came home.
The parking lot is always deceptively full. I’ve never figured it out. Whether it’s jammed to the gills on a Saturday night or like tonight maybe half-full, I always expect to walk in and find a crowd. Tonight I walked in to find a crew of guys working on the women’s bathroom. At 9pm. On a Wednesday. Interesting hours, to say the least. But they’ve done some very good things with the restrooms. The old trough is gone in the men’s room. Replaced by three wall-mounted urinals. It’s also way better lit. Could the guy handing out the mints be on his way back? Either way, they’re putting some money into the place. That’s a good thing.
We’re not here, of course, to discuss amenities. We’re here to discuss… pardon the alliteration… we’re here to discuss her titties. See what I did there? Ah forget it.
The room was maybe a quarter full when I walked in and seemed to thin out over the next hour. Two stages were in operation. There were probably 10 or 12 girls working. More than enough for me.
I sat down at the center stage in time to check out Mia. She’s a tall blonde. Well built. Not a skinny one, by any means, but she’s definitely in shape. She looked younger than 21, but I saw her walking around the bar area, so obviously she’s older. No worries. Her face and eyes were what got me. We all have certain things that turn us on. It’s different parts on different girls. With Mia, it’s her face.
She gave me a good look at her breasts and a sweet smile. Never did take her bottom off. In some states that’s no big deal. In Oregon that’s almost a cardinal sin. But it was forgivable. Her butt looked spectacular through her underwear. She’s also a good flirt. And was one of few who asked me for a couch dance.
Next up was Cody. A compact little brunette with a butt. Oh my her butt. She shook it and thrust it every which way. One of the other girls came over with two of her guy friends and hooted and hollered for her during her entire set. I’m not into that, but whatever. She put on a good show and made sure to pay attention to me. Like Mia, she was rocking the ass antlers. Are people still getting those? Or has that passed? I sure hope so.
Berlin gave me the show of the night and almost got into my wallet as a result. She’s another brunette. Taller and sturdier than Cody. But oh my. It started when she took her top off in front of me. I’d leaned into the rail, beer off to one side. Smiling. She came over and put her chest right into my face. My glasses were pressed back. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. All I could smell was cigarette smoke and soap. But the warmth. Mmmmm….
She quickly figured out I was OK with whatever she wanted to do and wasn’t gonna go all hands on her, so when she came back around, she gave me the same show, this time with hair over my head and a full back scratch. Oh man. I’m all for that. I was trying to put myself back together when she leaned over and asked if I was ready to get naughty.
Yes, please.
Only her version of naughty and mine are two separate things. And speaking of naughty, remind me some day to tell you about Carnaval in downtown Portland. You want to get naughty? There’s where you get naughty.
Back to the task at hand. As the first three girls worked the center stage, there was an interesting sideshow going on in back as two of the younger girls were in the back working on their pole skills. No one was around or paying any attention to them. They were just trying to figure out the x’s and o’s of the whole thing before they went on stage. It was almost like watching the JV practice. It was sort of hot. That is until a manager appeared to shut them down after a while.
Britney, the girl who was hooting and hollering next to me came up after a little while. To say she was popular is an understatement. The stage had been pretty much empty most of the night. But when she took the stage, it filled up quickly. I almost felt sorry for the girl on the other stage. Britney is a hot little number. Tight and toned. Short. She had some spunk in her presentation. She definitely looks like she should be in a magazine and she may well be on that road. Her pole work was exquisite as was her floor work. She didn’t have a ton of time for me because of the crowd, but she made me feel like the only guy on Earth for those few seconds. Oh Britney.
The last girl of my night was Electra Blue. I’d panned her the last time I was at the D1. After watching her a little tonight, I think I may have to change my opinion. Is it annoying to watch her act out songs? Absolutely. But oh my God is she a cutie. Long curls framing an angel face. No wonder she has those wings tattooed on her back. And her pole work was excellent as well. They all seem to be taking lessons from one another. There’s a lot of artistry and posing and such in the pole work at the D1. Whereas my girl Jewel at the D2 makes the whole pole thing an athletic event. I’ll still take Jewel (again, personal taste) but the girls at the D1 are something else. And Electra Blue was a pleasure to watch. Next time I’m in, I’ll make sure and hit her up for a couch dance. Oh my.
So that’s that. Football kicks off tomorrow night. Think I’ll go check out another place and see how pigskin and dancers mix.