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California has two basic types of "strip" clubs: one with fully nude dancers and no alcohol served and the other with a full bar and dancers in bikinis. Cheetahs is a bikini bar, and I should add at the risk of sounding like a club owner, probably the coolest one in L.A. They bill themselves as Cheetahs Hollywood - but it's basically east East Hollywood, more like Los Feliz. Went on a Friday night with a friend visiting from out of town. I was already a few drinks in when we arrived, but I don't think we were even charged admission at the door. Don't know if that is typical. The exterior looks like any other bar and I am sure that some out-of-towners must sometimes stumble in and are surprised to find the stage and brass pole. Typical layout, the bar is to the left, long stage with about 25 seats and then tables and couches off to the other side. Youngish crowd for a "strip" club - on a Friday night mostly in their 20s and early 30s with about 15% female customers. The vibe of the place is cool, not seedy like the nearby "Golddiggers" bikini bar on Santa Monica Blvd. The dancers were all either an 8, 9 or 10. The music was good. There was an older punk rock chick who was in better shape than most 20-year-olds who danced to The Misfits song "Hollywood Babylon". This isn't your typical psuedo-gangsta type of club. There's a lap dance area in the back and the usual hustle, but my friend and I didn't buy dances, maybe next time. Waitresses were quick to bring mixed drinks from the bar, which looked well stocked. If you're a guy, you wouldn't be out of bounds bringing an open-minded and thoroughly modern girl here for on a date. There probably aren't many other strip clubs I would say that about.

I was surprised to learn of this area of Long Island while I was here visiting. As other reviewers mention, this isn't a traditional strip club per se, but a video & toy store with live dancers in the back. I would be surprised if anyone ever bought a video here. At about 1am on a Friday night / Saturday morning there were about 10 cars parked out front. I walked in and saw a stairway leading upstairs and a doorway to the right leading to a "live show". I went through the doorway down a hallway towards the Live Show. About halfway down the hallway to the right is a booth with a young guy sitting there and I asked how this all works. He said it was a swingers night tonight and that unaccompanied men paid $50. He tells me there was only one couple back there and a bunch of single dudes. The attendant is a friendly enough guy and his body language tells me that this probably wasn't what I am looking for. He then directs me to the live girls upstairs. I walk upstairs and there's a burly Russian guy sitting at a counter playing with his phone. He points to a hallway to the left. I follow the arrows and find a booth with a plexiglas window and metal shutters. I feed a dollar bill into the mechanism and the metal shutters slowly begin to rise. I see a fluorescent-lit room with plastic outdoor furniture and what appears to be a little kitchenette. It's a sad room and reminds me of a zoo. Then I see a pair of nice tattooed legs walking towards me. The shutters completely open to reveal a tallish tanned and tattooed woman with dark hair and a beautiful, almost erotic face. She introduced herself as June and is the only dancer working at this time. She asks if I have been here before and explains how it works. She tells me she could do a dance right here for a $5 or $10 tip and points to an opening above the window where I could slip the cash. "Guys usually masturbate," she says. I think about my shoes on the floor of this booth and am sort of grossed out. Or we could go to a private room for a $25 dance. Plus a room fee (which I believe was also $25). "If you want to do anything naughty, that starts at an $80 tip," she says and smiles. I tell her I have to think about it. I go check out the other three Edison clubs, but I am most intrigued with June's exotic "Christy Mack" sort of look. I should also add that while Cherri Blossoms and X Dreams 2 both have the "sad zoo" viewing area with girls behind glass, Tunnel of Love and Show World are a little more intimidating for a first time visitor of the Edison Strip - with their roaming girls and face-to-face negotiations in full view. I go back to Cherri Blossoms, up the stairs and ask the surly Russian if the girl is still back there. He points to the hallway again. I put another dollar bill in , the metal shutters slowly rise and June come out again. I explain that I just wanted to verify that she was as good looking as I remember and tell her I would like a private dance. She laughs and instructs me to go pay the Russian for the room. I go out and pay for a 10 minute room rental. The Russian pages June on an intercom and she comes out and meets me by the counter. She initiates a little semi-interested small talk and leads me down a hallway into a small room with a black faux-leather couch and an old TV mounted in the corner showing porn from the early 1990s, thankfully the sound is off. June is probably in her mid-30s, covered in tattoos and is physically fit. She has long dark hair and beautiful face, yet somehow exotic, maybe Irish? She's a little overly tanned, which obscures her extensive tattoo work. She is tall and seems even taller in her stripper shoes. She is almost Amazonian in her appearance and demeanor, except for her small tits. But what I find most attractive was her personality, which is friendly yet jaded. Unlike the typical dancer with their overly fake and bubbly persona, I get the sense that the June I am talking with is the actual woman. Confident, snarky and a bit jaded. I tell her to give me $100 worth. She says "Okay, you can definitely take out your dick for that". She begins to wipe down the couch with a disinfectant and tells me to take my pants off. I take my shoes and pants off to reveal my tiger striped socks which she gets a kick out of. I don't know who her normal clients are or how they behave, but I get the sense that I am not her typical client. I sit on the couch and she tells me I can touch whatever I want, just no penetration. She begins to dance, but not much dancing and then sits down next to me. She begins a dry rub handjob and we continue talking. She asks if I went to see the show downstairs and I tell her "no, apparently there was only one couple and not worth it". She said she goes down there sometimes to watch and get herself excited. I asked what she does in back when waiting and she says just mostly reads. She says she was currently reading a book whose title sounded like it was about quantum physics. June is the rare woman who can carry on a thoughtful and meaningful conversation while giving a thorough handjob. She said I would probably have a better time at some nicer, more traditional strip club she named. "This is just a whorehouse," she said in an almost self-deprecating manner. I was thinking of something positive to say, but she was stroking my cock and that was all I could think about. In hindsight, and in the future, I will ask that she at least spit on my cock to give it a little lubrication and so that I can last longer. I was sucking on her smallish tit and asked if she could give me a blowjob. She said it would be $50 more. As I was considering it, she stroked me to climax. Then she joked, "Well, I just saved you $50". We were cleaning up, carrying on our conversation and she realized "You shot cum all over my leg, you fucker!" I apologized, but she said she was just kidding and didn't really mind. After getting dressed, she walks me back out to the counter and I go on my way. All in all I spent $125 for a HJ and cool conversation. ($127 actually, if you include the two times I went to the "sad zoo" viewing window) Yeah kinda steep, but I would certainly go back to June.

Decent club in an industrial park. Only establishment open at night, so that's a plus if you value privacy. Decent looking girls, but the stage is set up awkwardly behind the bar, so you'll really only get an up close view of them when they come around for their tips. There's some private looking lap dance rooms in the back, but I didn't buy a lap dance, so I don't know what it's like back there. I did see a girl come out from the back private crying and a customer following her and trying to comfort her. The bouncer didn't seem interested enough to intervene - so I don't know what to make of that. The drinks are moderately priced and, as it turned out, the night I went was a buy one- get one free on beers. Bartender was cute and friendly, but I don't think she was a dancer - she was a little shy. Overall, it's a serviceable strip club, open late and in an industrial part of town.