Tuesday Morning Fun

I visit Shimmers often and at this point, only want to write a review when I come across a positive experience to share with fellow strip club mongers that may want to add to their dancer list. With this club opening at 10AM and I am an early clubber, I find myself here because it is the first club in the direction I am generally heading. I often will have another club I am heading to (I made contact with a particular dancer) but will stop at Shimmers to warm me up sort of speak. Many times, just sit through the rotation with no incentive at the rack to do anything else but leave. So here is my experience with Tuesday morning around 10:30 AM.

Shimmers is located on the SE side of Portland, near the infamous 82nd ave. In its day and before the internet, you could drive this long business ave and pick up some business if you were looking for that. Matter of fact, I had my worst experience in the hobby with a young lady on this strip, but that is not the point of this review. This little dive club had plenty of parking during this hour and I entered with no mask, no cover, no ID check, and no bouncer. The inside of this club, which is nothing to brag about, has plenty of small tables scattered around, lotto machines against the wall, u shaped bar with plenty of seating and a decent size stage that you can only sit at three sides since the back is against the wall. The worst thing about this club, their juke box is set to cut off songs at three minutes. On the other hand, they contract all size and shape dancers at this club and with some, the three minute cutoff is a blessing to me. Looking around, three dancers listed on the board that sits beside the stage, one dancer at a table booth, one dancer that I recognized at a lotto machine on her phone, and one dancer at the stage. There was only on other customer and he was sitting at the bar. Several more patrons came in during my 45 minute visit.

I walked up to the bar and had a seat and waited for the bartender to appear, maybe five minutes. A little 5’ 6”, maybe around age 20, AA, HWP, wearing an outfit that showed off her c cups came up to me and asked if she could hang out with me. We chit chatted while I waited for the bartender and found out her name was Alana. When I got my $3 coke, I told her I would see her at the rack and headed over to my favorite spot.