Spent another lunch at Treasures. ...

Spent another lunch at Treasures. The food is good, the dancing is nice, and just watching the women circulate is enjoyable. The daytime girls seem to be a lot less cut-throat than the evening ones, and that is nice as well. (Also, I have gotten pretty good at sliding by the valets, which is a good idea -- I know lots of people who have been bullied for tips. I can see tipping for work (I did valet duty when I was in high school and it is hard work) but to drive 50 yards? Umm, no.) I got a few dances from a little spinner who looked like she was of Lebanese extraction (maybe Iranian), but despite promises to give me "a dance I would never forget" it was more of a gymnastics exibition than anything else, and while the handstands were nice, she nearly kicked me in the head a few times! Pretty girl, washboard abs, very athletic, but probably better with a floor show than in your lap, I thought. I paid her for the two dancer and thanked her for her time. After that I finished my meal more or less unmolested, watching the women. The little Lebanese spinner kicked over a drink at another table, but the guys she was with thought that it was very funny. I just watched the sights. Treasures has a great variety -- black, white, Asian (local and very foreign), hispanic (same), and every combination, so there is probably just the right girl for you if you take a little time and keep an eye out. After thirty minutes, the right girl wandered by and I caught her eye -- tall, blonde, big hair, large breasts, a classic big Texas blonde. We retired to the back and I remembered another reason days are a lot nicer at Treasures -- the prices are far more reasonable. I mentioned the first dancer and said that I was looking for something more hands on, and she said that she would take care of me for three dances, as long as I didn't take too long. I asked if that was a common issue and she said that a lot of the lunch crowd would have more than a few drinks and that sometimes made flat rate offers a problem for her, saying this as she stripped down and started to stroke me through my pants. I assured her that I would not have that issue and I would need to be heading out soon, and she pulled in the chairs to make a stripper fort. Just as she was unzipping my pants, one of her friends walked up, pulled out a chair, and sat down. She started talking with my dancer about shift schedules, apparently not pleased about something. My dancer looked at me and said "Sorry, do you mind ..." and I said that I didn't, thinking that what I was not minding was her taking a few minutes to chat with her friend. Hey, her hand was in my pants! All was right with the world, so why be a jerk? Well, that wasn't what she meant. She pulled me out of my pants in front of her friend and started yanking away, talking with her friend, who wasn't bothered by this at all. She then asked her friend for some lube, which her friend had in her purse in these small little packets, which you can apparently get at a dancewear shop in Houston. She said that she usually has some of them in her purse, but had run out. In any case, she did a good job despite holding a conversation with her friend and I was shortly spent. She cleaned me up pretty well, and gave me her cell number in case I was back in for lunch. Her friend asked me if I wanted a hand job from her as well, but at that point I needed to get back to the office. Treasures is something else, almost like a parallel universe. A parallel universe with a damned good buffet and surly valet parking attendands. At least in the daytime.