On the way back to I-45...

On the way back to I-45 from the St. James, where I had a miserable tour, I decided to check out Houston Dolls. It had some favorable reviews. So how bad could it be? Well, I found out. The ones who gave this club an 8 have to be management shills. The place was practically deserted for a Tuesday night. I finally struck up a conversation with a little brunette, who said she worked at both St. James and Treasures. She promised me a good dance. So I bet the twenty. It won't be the first time I paid to see the hand and lost my ass. What I got was virtually all air. The layout is not conducive to mileage dances. Yes, the rooms are private but the doors are open and wide, and there are mirrors all around the room, making any activity visible to anyone walking by. It was a waste of my time and money. I just give fair warning. Don't expect mileage dances here.

It's not only low by Houson standards; it's low by any standards. I give it a ONE because it does not deliver what, in my opinion, a strip club is supposed to deliver. Beautiful women who give mileage dances. This place stinks.