First Private dance for me at J's was neither private nor a dance

Recently, I received some messages from the wild and crazy Brooke suggesting that she would be at J's and that I should visit. I had good luck at a nearby casino and I kinda miss that crazy kid, so I made a special trip to see her late afternoon. When I entered J's, the noise was deafening. There were 4 women -- two were amidst loud, drunken conversation with 3 PLs at the bar. I had to lean halfway over the bartop to hear and be heard by the bartender to order my cold Tecate.

Very shortly, I was approached by a middle age, Latina with her tits hanging out of her top. We exchanged pleasantries. I was going to pass her off, but had not seen Brooke yet. I asked her if Brooke was in the back and she replied that she had just left for the day. Goddammit! The last few times I have tried to connect with Brooke, I've failed in this way. I have come to expect flakiness from strippers, but this is ridiculous.

Anyway, I got talked (rubbed) in to a private dance by this gal, I think her name was Angie. I can mention her name because she did nothing to get herself fired or arrested or anything. In other words, super lame dance. For those new to J's, like me, the "dance" area is a large alcove in the back, left side of the bar. In this alcove are 4 hightop tables and a number of stools. When I pointed out that there were others getting "dances" she replied, "their are 4 corners, no worries." We settled in to one of the two available corners and she started her "dance". I keep putting dance in quotes because it was more of an extended hug with me sitting and her standing.