On a recent visit to Portland...

On a recent visit to Portland I took myself on tour of a number of spots downtown and then also to Dancin Bare which is located along the light rail transit line about 15 minutes from downtown. I usually fly when I am traveling for business and typically am without a car. Thereby my prowl is often limited to the downtown core and where I can visit by transit. It is a shame that so many of the best reviewed spots are only accessible by car. It may be silly, but I would feel strange having a taxi drive me to a strip club even if the top of taxis often advertise them.

My tour in the downtown core took me to where there were a few clubs within a close proximity to each other. I essentially walked in and out of them, as the talent was low and a couple of the girls looked wasted. I don’t like thinking that I am supporting an unhealthy lifestyle, so I greatly prefer the part-time college school strippers. After leaving downtown on the light rail transit, I had one decent and one very noteworthy experience at the nearly vacant Dancin Bare. The first experience was an air lap dance from a very petit girl who through conversation I found out had a child. I never knew that skin could be so elastic, as she was very tightly wrapped. The second girl was around 30 and had a very neighborly disposition. I didn’t have a private dance with her, but enjoyed 45 minutes of titillating conversation as she did a solo performance for me on the second stage. We talked about her body, what it was like getting waxed, and how she came to do what she doing and what aspects of the job she enjoyed and did not. The lighting was quite good and I thoroughly enjoyed this two way amusing small talk as I stared at and commented upon her exceptional naked body. My end of the conversation stared to slip into me describing what I would like to do to her. I asked her if she minded this type of innocent fantasizing and she said it was fine; she seemed to recognize that I was harmless and to enjoy this form of complementing engagement. This encouraged me to go significantly further in describing what I would like to do with her back in my hotel room. After spending $10 minutes per song for this extended conversation, I went back to my hotel room with lots to think about.