Good, Not Great

Hadn't been to SRI in a while. I'd heard that things had been in a bit of a decline there and I heard correctly. The premises are still faux glam and still clean, but the vibe was hollow. The room was pretty empty on a Tuesday evening. Dark, too. Your eyes adjust, of course, but never enough that you can see who's across the room. Girls gather and veg in the in one far area, but it's nearly impossible to see who's sitting there unless you walk over. There were plenty of ladies on hand, but many spent their time backstage or on their phones. Can't blame them with so few customers, but it's kind of a circular cause and effect. If they were more lively, there might be more visitors.

Some ladies were more pro active, though. A youngish dirty blonde plunked herself in my lap and asked all about me and I her, and we had a very nice conversation. You know, without the long pauses waiting for someone to bring up a dance. Eventually, we both knew it was time for a dance, however, and we headed to the topless area. I prefer topless over nude at SRI. The mileage is usually identical. 3 nice and naughty dances, feeding and two way touching. She was performing, but when there was no eye contact, the smile and energy dipped. Still, she was doing her best. Next, I danced with a thin brunette who might have been a bit older. Not as chatty and looking to do business, she and her skin talked me into another topless. Not as fun. No feeding and not a lot of smiling. Fine. You can't expect everyone to put on the same show in your lap, I get it. But one round was enough for me. I watched the stage for a while. Only a few songs with an empty stage, which I appreciate, but I think at night, it should never be empty. I stuck around to see if there were any amazing girls to visit with. I remember years ago when there were some elevens working here. Really unbelievably stunning model types. But, alas, not today. Still I had a good time, just not a great time.