Cheetah Pompano Beach was packed with...

Cheetah Pompano Beach was packed with customers (mostly old white guys sitting in groups and drinking) when I arrived at 9:30 pm on a Saturday night. I was very disappointed by the aggressive security the moment I walked inside the club. In their self-important black suits, they constantly criss-crossed the club staring at every customer there. Even in the semi-private dance area, they never stopped walking inside and staring at every single guy getting a lap dance like some huge crime was being committed. Also, they talked on their headsets like they were protecting a head of state. Pathetic. To the more important stuff-there were approximately 30 dancers working which is a pretty good turnout considering the modest size of the club. About 25 of the dancers were 7 or less and 5 were 8 or higher and perhaps 2-3 at the 8.5 level. Zero 9s. However, all the dancers had bodies showing they are in shape or exercise. The dancers were mostly white but there were some latina and few if any black. There were four stages; one was in the center of the main bar. The seating and decors were relatively upscale. The general ambience of the club, however, is congested and crowded. The tables were scrunched together like I was at a club in Manhattan. Also, like New York, at least half the tables were marked reserved, and ALL the best tables closest to the main stage were marked reserved. I didn’t care and sat in one anyway (all the “reserved” tables were empty) and I got booted by the ubiquitous security. The cover charge is $10, drinks were typically priced, lap dances were $25 and table top dances were $20. Thankfully, the dancers don’t solicit tips after every dance, and they do parade around the main stage every hour so you can get a good look at who is working. The DJ appealed to me, constantly laughing and stirring things up with his playful banter. The waitresses were the most attractive women in the club. The music was not memorable, typical strip club music and not too loud. Overall, I would not go back to this club because it is in the hicks of Pompano Beach, is overcrowded with geezers, and the women are nothing special (despite the “Cheetah” name), but if I lived in this neck of the woods, I might return at an off peak time.