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ASSC: AFTSD - Houston / St. James / Back in the Saddle
A freeze in the company's travel budget, a newly discovered hernia, and the
resulting surgery and recovery had kept me out of the clubbing circuit for
several months. But a required trip to Houston two and a half weeks after
the surgery drew me once again to one of my favorite haunts, the St. James
Club in North Houston.
Actually, I was still feeling some pain from the hernia surgery (right in
the lap area, wouldn't ya know) and I was concerned as to how this would
impact my enjoyment of the visit. But I took some painkillers before leaving
the hotel, and supplemented that with some 12 oz. brewed painkillers once I
got there.
The St. James is a high-class strip club (I've always considered that an
oxymoron), just outside the city limits. That exempts them from the city's
SOB laws, which I have heard are widely ignored anyway. In all my visits to
the St. James, I've consistently experienced friendly staff and waitresses.
Tonight was no exception.
The St. James Club is located on Rankin Road, about 1 mile off I-45, about 2
miles north of Beltway 8 (north of Greenspoint Mall).
It was a Monday night, two weeks into football season. The St. James has 6
large TV screens high above the stage - two were on the football game, the
other four on the Astros baseball game. I arrived at about 8:30pm - the
crowd was pretty thin, as it has been on other Mondays when I have been
there. However, there were a good number of women working that night, with
more arriving for the night shift.
At the Saint James, the girls enter through the front door, just like the
customers, and walk past the stage to the dressing room. Is it just me, but
sometimes these ladies look even hotter in their jeans and tank tops walking
through the club than they do in their clubwear trolling for laps. Has
anybody ever stopped a dancer in her streetclothes on the way in or out of a
club and asked her for a dance?
Anyway, a quick rundown on the layout of the club:
- 1 large main stage in the center of the club, raised about 3-4
feet off the floor
- Low backed chairs around the stage
- A bar on both sides of the club
- Center of the club has tables with high backed chairs
- Two smaller seating areas on the first floor, each one with a
smaller side stage
- There is also an upstairs, with another bar, more seating and
another side stage
Private dances are done in private rooms (that's appropriate), each about 8
foot square, with 2 low backed chairs and a small stage. In all my visits, I
can't say that I've ever seen the stage in the private rooms used
(thankfully). There are 8 private rooms downstairs and probably about 20
upstairs. There are no doors on the room, the dances usually take place in
an obstructed corner (thankfully), with very infrequent check-ins by
management (thankfully).
Now to the reason why you're reading this. the ladies!
Fortunately for some of the ladies (and unfortunately for me, it turns out),
the lighting is pretty low in the club. This resulted in a couple less than
ideal, but not entirely unenjoyable, choices.
[Liz] approached me first - she caught my eye from across the room, and
looked nice, full figured, red hair (I LIKE red hair). She came over, and my
eyes focused a little better. Not quite what I expected, but what the hell?
She kinda had that MILF look, if you know what I mean. She sat down, and I
asked, "So what's your name. today?" She thought for a while, and decided
her name today was. Liz.
She volunteered that she had been dancing for 20 years - that should have
been a clue to bail out - but did I mention she had very nice ta-ta's? She
said that she hoped to be dancing for at least 5 more years, and that it was
possible with today's technology. Great, I'm chatting up The Bionic
Stripper. Well, we chatted a little more, and she said something about going
into a dark corner, and I said sure (what else was I supposed to say?).
We went into a private room on the second floor, and the fun began - or so I
thought. Don't get me wrong, it was somewhat enjoyable, or at least mini-me
thought so. She did pay attention to him, but in short, ineffective motions.
But the real problem was that she was just way too chatty, talking all
throughout the lap dance. And not sexy, lapdance type tallk. Just annoying
banter. And she kept singing along to the song, but only during the "woop
woop" parts. I stopped her after only 1 dance, paid her $20, plus about 6
singles to get rid of her with a little bit of dignity.
On my way back downstairs, I noticed (from the back), a tall woman with
curly brown hair, and an attractive figure, standing near the upstairs bar.
A few minutes later, she would be my next target (or rather I would be
hers).
I was back downstairs again, and I had a revelation. I've probably been in
this club 10-15 times over the last 5 years, always drinking Shiner Bock - a
tasty local brew. The prices lately are $6.75 per beer, so I usually pay $8
with tip. Well, the DJ announced that all kamikazes were $3.75 for the next
two songs. Well, duh. Less money spent on drinks means more money for
dances. From now on, I'm taking whatever drink special they announce. I
ordered two for good measure.
A few minutes later I caught the eye of the woman I saw upstairs. She came
over and sat down. Her name was Marquis. "OK, it's TINA Marquis. No,
really." This was her 2nd night back dancing after a 2 year hiatus - we
didn't get into the reason for her exit from or return to dancing, but I did
find out that she shared a house with her sister and her sister's teenage
son. And in the other wing of this apparently very large house lived her
sister's ex-husband - they'd been divorced for ten years. Always an
interesting story with these ladies. She was attractive, but again a little
older than most. But she had a strange overbite, that I suspect was actually
caused by some ill-advised or poorly executed cosmetic dentistry.
Nonetheless, she was nice to talk to, a nice southern belle with a hint of
trailer trash thrown in. Oh well, I asked her if she still remembered how to
do lap dances, she said yes, and away we went.
Not too much detail here - she smelled nice, felt soft in all the right
places. We had 2 nice dances, about average quality for the St. James. A
decent level of mileage, but I was a gentleman, and so was she (not really -
that would have been a shocker). I stopped after 2 dances, and she said, "So
are you done with me now?" I said, "Well I wouldn't have quite put it that
way, but, actually, yes I am." We hugged and she went on her way.
I went downstairs and had a seat in another part of the club. A couple
minutes later, another gentleman came by and sat down. I guess I didn't
notice that the 2 cigarettes he had left on the table were saving the table
for him. My bad. Anyway, he sat down and told me another secret of the St.
James. The St. James, like most high-end joints, has free (free. for a tip)
valet parking. Being the cheap bastard I am, I never use it - I can park my
car just as well or better than Jose' can. But my new friend told me that
you can have the valets wash and hand wax your car for $25 while you are in
the club, and if you do so, sometimes they will comp your admission fee.
Good to know, but since I always arrive in a rental car, I don't think I'll
be taking advantage of this.
While we were talking about buffing and waxing, I had another type of
polishing in mind. On the side stage near where we were sitting, I saw a
girl that had danced for me about 6 months ago. "Brooklyn" was her name, as
I recall. She had dreams of getting out of the business, and opening a vinyl
record store on the outskirts of town. This I can remember, but I can't
remember my own brother's birthday. I also remember that she gave nice
dance, so I went up and tipped her a few bucks, and asked if she'd come by
when she was done - she had 1 more side stage to work.
Well, while Brooklyn she was working stage 3, Lilly came by and sat down.
Cute, young (finally - at least young by my strip-club standards), with
long, straight brunette hair. I made the mistake of getting into the "guess
my age" game with her. I guessed she was 27 - she was actually only 25 -
this upset her a little. Frankly, either 27 or 25 is fine with me. She
guessed I was only 31, so I immediately liked her.
I guess the kamikazes loosened me up a bit. I sometime have a little trouble
chatting up a cute girl who (hopefully) is going to be semi-naked on top of
me in a few minutes. I guess that's my shy, catholic upbringing. But she was
very easy to talk to, in my current state of semi-inebriation.
I was ordering Lilly and I drinks, when Brooklyn showed up. She was cool
about it - "I see you're busy - do you want me to stop by later?" "Sure," I
said.
Lilly and I chatted a while - she told me a funny story about her running
into one of her "customers" in the grocery store. She was in her sweats,
pushing her cart down the soup aisle. Her customer was shopping with his
wife. He was looking at the 3 cans of soup he was holding, looked up and saw
Lilly. She just kept quietly walking down the aisle, but he dropped the soup
cans, and his wife was quite confused as to what was going on.
Lilly and I went back for some dances. The other two sets of dances I had
were upstairs - this time we stayed downstairs, and the room was absolutely
freezing! So we needed to get busy fast! Lilly had a very sweet body -
small upturned boobs, nice nips, nice butt. What more could you ask for?? No
tattoos, I don't think she even had her navel pierced (which is pretty much
required these days). I had enough cash left for 3 dances, and sure enough,
that's what we did. Very enjoyable - I'll search her out if I am down there
again.
Unfortunately, I didn't have time or money left for Brooklyn. She'll have to
wait until next time. So I slipped out the door and headed for the hotel.
It's amazing how fast you can burn through money in there - and I'm not even
a big spender. For shits and giggles, the next day, I "itemized my
deductions."
$6
Admission
$8
Shiner Bock, $6.25 + tip
$26
1 dance from "Liz" + $6 in ones to get rid of her
$8
another Shiner Bock
$9
Kamizake special, 2 for $3.75 each plus a tip, both for me
$8
glass of wine for Tina Marquis
$40
2 dances from Tina Marquis
$0
Tip to the restroom attendant
$2
Stage tip for Brooklyn
$5
Kamizake special, plus a tip
$0
Another tip to the restroom attendant
$1
Tip for a free glass of water
$8
Rumplemintz shot for Lily, with tip
$60
3 dances with Lily, money well spent
$181
Total, gone in 2 ½ hours
Thank god I don't live in Houston!