Slow Monday....

Haven't been to the Acropolis in years, like 25+ years. Had reason to drive past several times last week so I thought I'd stop in and see what, if anything, had changed. In a nutshell, it hadn't - and that's a good thing. Was like walking into Mr. Peabody's Wayback Machine (remember? the Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoon from the 70's? Mr. Peabody & Sherman? No? OK, forget it....). Anyway, it was like stepping back in time. Same lighting. Same interior. Same doorman. Same funky music. 2 stages in use; 3 girls trading stages - 2 on, 1 off. 3 people - me and two others in the entire place. I sat down at the upper stage which had a cute thin-ish girl texting as there was no one watching her. Got a beer, plunked down $2 on the rail and sat down to await what was to come....

The girl got up and started to dance, came over to me. We traded a few words and she intro'd herself to me as Trouble. I soon found out that her name did hace some meaning cause she was soon all over me - literally: she actually climbed over the edge of the stage lay on the narrow table surrounding the stage, writhing and grinding her hips and giving me an excellent view of her between her legs. Nicely shaven, of course. She had glasses, longish stringy dark hair, small but very cute tits and super small ass. All in all, a fine girl. [One thing worth noting: she had just a light trace of hair growing in her armpits. Strangely, I found this erotic. Go figure.] Another time she leaned back over the edge of the stage until she rested her body on my shoulder and pinched her nipple while it was inches from my face. But don't get to bold-- as she was pinching her boob, I let my right hand slide along the table until I brushed her ass. She quietly but firmly moved my hand away and said "No, no, no....". Otherwise, she was friendly and did everything she could to give me a good show, within the limits of what's permitted between dancer and customer.

All in all, a good time. I don't think I'll wait 25 years before returning....