After dropping a respectable amount of...

After dropping a respectable amount of cash at St. James and having only a relatively lame time as a result, I moved onto Houston Dolls. I was supposed to meet a client there, but about 10 minutes after I arrived he phoned to tell me he had arranged some OTC with someone from St. James, and he bid me adieu. Despite the fact that they are in the same neighborhood, Houston Dolls isn’t quite as pretentious as St. James, and a very friendly and pretty waitress almost immediately greeted me and took my drink order. Like many clubs in Texas, it is really well lit, and while there was definitely the smell of cigarettes in the air, it was no worse than what you might expect at any local watering hole.<br>

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On the whole I’d guess the dancers at Houston Dolls average 4 years younger, and are a bit nicer than the ones at St. James. About the same time my beer arrived, so did a little latin spinner whose name I can’t remember. Nonetheless we chatted for a bit, and it became clear that she is probably bilingual in the spoken word and familiar with some other languages as well. We adjourned for some on site VIP fun, but after about 20 minutes and $$ later I was ready to call it a night. The spinner was visibly disappointed that I was ready to call it quits, and she hinted that OTC was available after her shift ended. I thought about it for a moment and kindly declined.<br>

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The return on investment is just too low for me in the Houston clubs these days. Hence I’ll undoubtedly continue visiting clubs in the name of customer relations, but my expectations have been downgraded in general.<br>