Quick Stop

I found myself in Portland without anything to do on a sunny day - well, I could have gone to the zoo, but I didn't. Instead I stopped in at the Dolphin II. It was quiet, but I expected that on a weekday early afternoon. There were a few customers at the bar and one dancer on the center stage. It wasn't fancy, but it was clean. The beer selection wasn't great, but I didn't come to sip ales. There were only a couple girls working at that time and the pretty blonde dancing on stage was just collecting her singles that were scattered at the stage. After getting my beer, I went to the stage and took out my dollar bills. A brunette with a fantastic body began her routine. She didn't have a beautiful face, kind of plain actually. Did I mention she had a marvelous body? I was mesmerized. Her stage presence was spectacular making plenty of eye contact and teasing smiles. The George Washington faced bills I was handing out became bills with Abe's face and her dancing became more suggestive. She did some pretty fun things with a pearl necklace (think she was being suggestive?) and I was putty in her hands.

When she finished her set, she asked if I would like a private dance. I nodded my head because it was hard to talk with my tongue hanging out. I bought three songs for $100, paying at a station that is just before the room with the private stalls. I sat on a couch as she pulled closed the sheer curtains (blocking peering eyes, but not complete privacy). The dance was exactly what I like. Lots of touching, lots of suggestion, some kissing, some mutual touches, a little fumbling gropes on my part and some petting. Since I have no self control, I have learned to bring only a couple hundred in cash and leave my cards at the hotel. I was cursing myself for my forced control after a few dances with this siren. I would have stayed a whole lot longer if I hadn't forced myself to ration.

I left the club satisfied and looking forward to another visit when I get back in town.