When in Portland...

I’ve spent a lot of time in Portland strip clubs, but this was the first time I’d been in town with my wife. She likes clubs, too, but she’s never been to a PDX one. That said, she also didn’t make it out this night. We’d been out to dinner with an old friend, and had some drinks. She and I went back to the hotel, but my friend texted me shortly afterwards to see if I wanted to hang out a bit longer. Well, why not? When in Rome, wear a toga. When in PDX, hit a late night strip club.

We closed down a bar and then made our way over to the Golden Dragon. You know the drill--18+, no booze, full nudity. It’s a little slice of northwestern paradise, only downside are all those youngsters they let in. Still, I’m a middle-aged dude, so I look like an ATM to a youthful stripper.

This was a Thursday night, around 3 am, and while there were a number of girls there, it took me a while to find one I liked. Jess was taller than me in her heels, and while she wasn’t busting out of her top, she had great attitude and was flirty, rather than aggressive. I dropped a hundred on three nude dances in the back, though I was tempted by her other offer, $300 for a completely private room, where I could get myself off and she would play with toys. Gotta love Portland.