It was chilly for a March...

It was chilly for a March afternoon in South Florida, so I stopped by the Booby Trap and was shocked to see the place packed with bikers. Apparently, they host an annual Hermandad event there and today was the day.

The place was jumping and there was a high energy vibe, especially for a Sunday afternoon. The bouncer said that there were 35 girls working, but I didn’t notice that many. After finding a corner of the bar to stand at (there were no unoccupied seats or bar stools), I had a couple of what I thought to be very reasonably priced drinks and watched the dancers rotate from stage to stage. They came in all shapes and sizes and ethnicities, ranging fr0m 6’s to 9’s.

An African American dancer came over and chatted me up about how unexpectedly out of place we both felt that afternoon. She introduced me to several of her pals and offered up a private dance for $25 or the VIP where (as always, lol) “Anything goes” for $50 to the house and $200 for her. I took her up and had two private dances.