Strike Two!

Having just left Chicas Locas with most of my cash and all of my load still in my trousers, I wandered over to Treasues. My last visit here in May (documented for posterity in a prior review) had been memorable and I was badly in need of a similar therapeutic session.

The inventory did not look promising when I first entered. I took a seat and ordered a drink as the customary procession of older, more financially desperate dancers began. One by one they came and introduced themselves (some taking a seat without asking permission) and started their sales pitch (often accompanied by a gratuitous and suggestive under the table leg massage).

While most of these ladies were pleasant, none of them looked like the vision of fresh feminine beauty I had in mind as I drove onto Treasure’s parking lot.