Steak And Tits On A Saturday Night

In Portland for a weekend, decided to get dinner at the Acropolis. I'd had a mixed experience there before, but basically I -wanted- to like the place just from the concept, so decided to go back on a busier night. Showed up around 8:30 or 9 Saturday night, $5 cover. The place was overflowing with a mix of guys at the 3 open stages' rails and a pile of people there for dinner (some groups of guys, some couples, a few loners, a small group of Japanese tourists). I wandered the area for a bit and found one seat left in the 'dining' area (you can actually order/eat anywhere, and plenty of guys straight up eat at the rail; I like a couple of feet of separation).

The waitresses were literally running to keep up with everyone's orders, suggest local beers, deliver food, etc. One found me after a couple minutes and very apologetically took my order - filet mignon, fries, and a drink for I think $14 plus a couple for a tip (side note, the waitress was the same one who was oddly rude on my previous trip - exceptionally sweet this time, kept coming back just to check up on me, refill drinks, etc). The steak is admittedly not the greatest filet mignon you'll ever have, but it's pretty damn good, especially for $11 with dancers 5 feet away or less.

Eventually finished up and wandered the different stages. I think Acropolis only has 8-12 girls on at most at a time, and they rotate out every 3-4 songs. I started at the 3rd stage, with the only open chair. It was near the open-door and it was freezing. 10 minutes into that, they opened the 4th stage (in a little side-room) and 20 of us rushed it without caring what girl ended up there. Ended up being Trouble, a buxom blonde girl with an extremely loud laugh and some tortoise-shell glasses. As she started to dance, she realized the rail was dirty, disappeared for a minute, and came back with Windex and some rags so she could clean up the area. We spent a song watching her come around and scrub the rail, with her tits (which were quite nice) continually falling out of her top and her ass coming out of her skirt, and her making jokes about it. Once she started dancing, she was extremely on-target. Some impressive pole tricks for a moment here and there, but she spent most of her time on the rail with everyone who left a dollar - a minute or two of tits in the face (and in my case, some shoulder massaging while she was at it), laughing hysterically, and so on. That continued for a song or so with progressively less clothing until she found out it was someone's 21st birthday, at which point she disappeared to get a bouncer, brought a chair into the stage area, and got the kid positioned. She then spent a couple solid songs all over him, maniacally cackling at his public embarrassment (dunno if it was family or work friends with him, but there were a few of various ages and genders laughing) while she straight up jacked him off through the pants for a bit, rode him for a while, jumped on his shoulders and slammed her pussy in his face for a while, and eventually lit a birthday candle in her pussy for him to blow out. Trouble was the first one I'd heard even mention private dances (but under her breath as she was picking up her tips - "by the way, letmeknowifanyofyouwantaprivatedancei'llbearound"), but nobody took her up on it.