Bored and drunk girls with attitudes punctuated by the occasional gem

The bathrooms are much cleaner than the usual dumpy dive bars with boobs here in PDX. Still, it's the typical tiny little spot for the dancer to work on a pole (this place has three main ones) surrounded by chairs. The girls won't let you get your coat off before pestering you to blow 500 bucks (you read that right, five hundred) for an hour of going in the back with them where you'll be on camera. WTF? Never mind taking your coat off, as there's no coat check. Smoke machine on over drive so you can't see a thing unless you sit at the stage. The girls vary widely here. Some are just terrible to talk to. Stay away from amber, she won't shut up about how Trump's gonna clean up this country, as well as telling you the latest conspiracy theory on the alt-fact news site she likes to give out the url for. I wanted to ask the DJ to play Nazi Punks Fuck Off after talking to this puke with a pussy. Then another girl came up and wanted to sit with me, but her body language said it all. Bored, not looking at me or even the stage, crossing her leg away from me. The conversation was like talking to an ice cube. No wait, at least an ice cube you can watch it melt. This was like talking to a still glass of water. She actually groaned and said dancing is so boring when they called her to the stage. She's only been there three days, I can't see her lasting a week. Then another girl who looked stoned wouldn't interact with me at the stage, other than sweeping my money into her pile with her foot. No talking whatsoever. That said, I did have a great time once Ambrosia took the stage. She really knows how to dance, and get a guy going by whispering in his ear and stroking his neck, her hair all over your head as she does it. This women drips of sensuality and sex. I'd go in the back in a heartbeat if it weren't five fucking hundred dollars. I know she's worth it, but still. I really hate this town if everywhere you go they want half a grand. You can get a pro domme for half that price. Or a Backpage girl. A great girl named Ashley sat with me for a while, telling me all about her experiences in the club, and bemoaning the fact that her regulars weren't there that night. She said she's one of the few there that doesn't drink, and we had a great time just talking. She didn't want to work the room as it was all groups of hooting guys. She prefers men all alone, as the group guys tend to take on the wrong mentality for how to treat a woman. We both lost track of time, she would have stayed with me longer if I hadn't had to leave. I gave her a twenty just for talking. Hey, there time is worth money, this is their job. And I really needed to talk to someone normal after dealing with Amber. Amber almost sent me running for the door. Past experiences have been pleasant enough here, but I've gone during the day. It's better then, as the night has the darn smoke machine, flashing lights, and music so loud everyone has to yell to talk. It's a fucking strip club, idiots, not a bar that happens to have nudies. Or at least, that's what it SHOULD be. My search for a good strip club in this town continues...