This was my second time ever...

This was my second time ever to visit the St. J. I just had to come back to see if I had missed something the first time around. Sadly, my impression was the same as before.

I sat at alone my table for the better part of an hour before a dancer finally came by and started a conversation. Meanwhile, there were at least a dozen girls perched on bar stools doing nothing. At the St. James, there are no private dances done in the main room. All private dances are done in little cubicles around the perimeter of the room. This is not my favorite setup because I like to audition the girls from afar before making any monetary commitment.

So anyway, this 20'ish looking lady dressed in slacks and a halter top stops by and I invite her to sit and chat. She had a nice chest and at first I thought I might like to inspect it more thoroughly. I had seen her sitting at another table with another customer saying little and looking bored so I was more than a little cautious about pulling out my wallet. I tried to engage her in conversation about her private dance talents and specialties, but she was very non-committal. I asked her to rate her dancing on a scale of 1-10. She hemmed and hawed and wouldn't say anything.