Bella's X3

My third trip to Miami in the last couple of months and I find myself at Bella’s again for the third time. Obviously, I kind of like the place. It’s definitely a blue collar type club, but I prefer that to the more upscale places that have a more stifling atmosphere. The place is a bit more crowded than I have seen it in the past, but still not a full house. There were a good number of dancers, with a range of body types, most average or little above, a few older dancers past their shelf life, and there was one drop-dead gorgeous blond Latina. I didn’t see the little Cuban girl I had hung out with the last two times, but a few minutes after sitting at the bar a cute little spinner sat down next to me and started chatting me up. The best thing about this place is the girls really act like huge sluts once you buy them one of the $20 “lady drinks” the bartender will suggest within a few minutes of a girl sitting next to you (see my previous review for details on this). Before you buy one they act like little sluts and move on if you don’t but them a drink or a dance. So I sit at the bar drinking beer and letting the girl chat away and rub all over me. After a while, I got a couple of private dances in the small beaded rooms against the wall. They were OK, but the beaded curtains really don’t provide any privacy at all. I have decided I definitely just prefer hanging out at the bar buying the girls an occasional drink to keep them happy, in return for which they will entertain you with their sluttiness. After a while, the little spinner started pushing for a VIP session and quoted me significantly less that I what I spent on VIP the first time I visited the place. She told me the club fee was $100, and she “would like” $100 for herself, but immediately told me her portion was negotiable. I hadn’t planned on a VIP session and told her so, but she immediately bid against herself and told me she would take $170. This was definitely better than the $250 I spent the first time, but since I didn’t have any intention of accepting I didn’t inquire into whether it included the full menu I had gotten previously. If I go back, I hope she is there and I may take her up on her offer. On the way out, the parking lot guy was sitting in a chair watching the lot. He stood up and looked at me expectantly, so I gave him a couple of bucks. Note: Each of the three times I have been here, I have seen cops cruising the neighborhood, and on two of those occasions they were pulling traffic stops. Be careful out there.