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My first strip club experience was in Minneapolis (Seville I think) for a friends bachelor party. He was part of a fraternity and they had him go on stage for one of the “domination” shows, which frankly, was horrifying to watch. They tied him up and stomped on his nuts while the DJ encouraged us to “throw money on the stage to keep it going”. I would have done anything to make it stop except I was wasted and broke. Just getting done with a degree I was low on funds and had spent pretty much everything I had brought with at the bars already. A couple dancers came around to see if I wanted dances or company, but I passed and just hung out until we were ready to leave. That was in 2011.

I’d never thought much of strip clubs since then with porn being so widely available. It seemed like a good way to waste funds for not a lot of action.

About a year ago I was sent to Portland, OR for work and my evening plans involved hitting up some nice cocktail bars. At one of the bars I saw a flyer that basically said Portland was the Strip Club Capital of the US (or something like it). I thought back to my only experience way back in 2012. I decided to head to a club the following night. It made sense since I was planning on heading to a bar anyways and if I was going to see if strip clubs were worth anything then this was the city in which to do it. It had to be in walking distance so I debated between Club Rouge or Spyce. I settled on Spyce since it was probably cheaper than Rouge, so if I decided strip clubs still were overrated I wouldn’t be out much. That night I grabbed $200 from an ATM and headed out - it was a Tuesday.

I got to the club shortly after opening and got a gin and tonic, tipped well, and grabbed a seat on the edge of the room. I watched a couple dancers do their set before an enticing latina with a great ass had me moving to a seat by the stage. It was there my opinion started to change. Putting a couple dollars on the stage and she was crawling off the stage and into my lap so I could look over her shoulder and down her body as she grinded into me. Her set was over quickly. The next dancer wasn’t as attractive but also crawled into my lap. During a lull between sets I noticed the Latina was back in the room. I approached her and asked about private dances - she told me the prices and we did a single song. Lots of grinding and nipples grazing my lips. It was amazing. I headed back out to stage tipping singles to the dancers and turning down private dances. Until a young petite blond with a pierced nipple came out. After her set she visited me giving me my first girlfriend experience. We did a single song private dance. Grinding, pushing her tits in my face, nibbling my ear, unbuttoning my shirt and touching my chest. She said we could do a three song set with lots of two way touching. It was tempting. So tempting. She was so hot! I only declined because now I wanted to stretch my experience and sample as many girls as possible. A few drinks later I wasn’t noticing as many girls I wanted to buy dances from. They were hot, but I was looking for the hottest. The fact that I was tipping well and buying single dances meant a couple other girls had come, sat with me for a moment, and moved on. I decided to get another dance with the petite blonde. Not as hot this time around but still a great dance with lots of grinding. I was just about deciding to leave with a little cash in my pocket when this beautiful brunette in white lingerie and a garter sat next to me. She was naturally stacked with a fit body. She talked for a bit and asked if I wanted a dance. She could see I was practically licking my lips. “You know you want to”, she told me. “Then lets go”, I replied. This was the dance I found hottest. Heavy on seduction and teasing, but light on grinding. She was constantly brushing her nipples on my lips, nibbling, breathing in my ear, and always swaying her hips. She asked about upgrading to a private room. God I wanted to. Even if it was just to keep that seductive enchantress moving. Dancing. Whatever. But I had just enough left to leave her a great tip. We hugged and I started to head out. The petite blonde saw me leaving and stopped me. She thanked me for coming out, gave me a hug, and I gave her my last $2 and thanked her.

I think about my experience there all the time. I’ve tried a local club, but it wasn’t the same. The girls weren’t as friendly, not as young, and not as hot. I hope work sends me back.