While on a trip to San...

While on a trip to San Diego, my girl and I stopped into Cheetah’s to gauge the action on a late Sunday night. Found as many girls, about 25, working as there were customers, a nice surprise for a Sunday night. Entry fee was free, with pre-purchase of two, ten dollar drinks per person. Like all nude clubs in the area, Cheetah’s only serves non-alcohol beverages. We paid and went in to find a seat. The club was smaller inside than I anticipated, with only one of the two stages in operation this night. We found a booth/table to one side of the stage and a waitress immediately took our drink order, a couple soft drinks. The first girl came up to our table, but appeared not to want to be with a couple, as she quickly moved on. A second girl, a tall blonde with nice tits and decent figure, wearing an orange mono-bikini swimsuit, stopped a few minutes later and started a pleasant conversation with us. My girl’s is a stripper and open to most club activities. The Cheetah’s dancer explained the private booth options to us - $10 dances with no touching allowed period, she called it “air dancing,” The second choice was 5 dances for $100 in a booth area where touching could happen. Lastly, the high dollar private room area which was no rules, no cameras’ and no bouncer. We opted for the 5 dance booth and headed to the rear of the building.<br>

Once in the back I was not impressed. The booth area was 12 large phone booth sized areas, 6 facing 6, with a narrow isle between. Lights were a little too bright and the seats barely wide enough for two people to sit hip to hip. We found a booth at the end of the row and my girl and I sat down. The dancer went into her routine and started entertaining my girl first. Now you must understand my girl is GREAT at being a stripper and knows how to use her 34G tits for maximum effect. So I am very spoiled when it comes to lap dances and such. The Cheetah’s dancer could not resist playing with her tits through the spandex dress my girl was wearing that night. The dancer moved between the two of us, shifting attentions and focus from one dance to the next. The booths were way too small and she and the dancer across from us kept bumping into each other; definitely a mood killer. We survived the 5 dance set and stood to leave as quickly as we could. I think the dancer had more enjoyment from the experience than either one of us. We decided to move onto to another club to see if we could do better.<br>