French Connection

West Palm Beach used to be my favorite SC city, but haven't been there in over a decade. My favorite club was always T's Lounge, but T's is now Ultra Lounge and after reading recent TUSCL reviews I decided to give Cheetahs a shot. It was a little hard to find because it is a block off of Okachobee, the main drag. Parking was ample and free. I paid a $5 cover to get in, which is quite reasonable. The club is fairly small, but the layout was decent. You walk in and the bar is right in front of you with a stage right in the center of the bar. There is a room to the right with a second stage and about a dozen tables. The club is clean, but certainly not a high end club. I took a seat in the room on the right near the stage.

I scouted the talent and while the girls all had nice bodies, mostly tall and trim, only two really caught my eye. I am generally a pretty big spender when I find a girl I really like to hang out with, but I just wasn't getting a good vibe about this place. I was approached by a Cuban dancer, but she was not my type. Soon another Cuban approached me and I had no idea what she was even saying. I speak 5 languages and have reviewed clubs all over the world. I could not understand a word this girl said. Again, not my type. The first two girls on stage were decent to watch, but not girls that I would take to the back room. The next two girls on stage were not even worth watching, so I made the decision to finish my double Crown Royal and go try the Ultra Club.

While I was sipping my Crown I started watching the hockey game on the TV. It's sad when hockey is more exciting than a nude girl dancing in front of you. As I watched the game, I was approached by a girl in a grey knit dress who said she was the club masseuse and asked if I wanted a massage while I watched the game. She wanted $10. I thought "what the heck" it was a long day at work, so I took her up on the offer. That decision turned the night around. She unbuttoned my shirt, put some oil on her hands and began to give me a neck, shoulder, and back massage. I learned that she was a French Canadian from Montreal. She was a hockey fan too! We talked about hockey while she continued the massage. She told me that she comes to West Palm Beach for three weeks every year and she always works at the club. Her hands melted the stress away. When she was finished, I tipped her an extra $10. She then went over to one of the dancers and began giving her a massage. Suddenly the hockey game wasn't as interesting as before. She was behind me when she was giving me the massage, so I hadn't really noticed how cute she was. She was definitely my type - a brunette with a tight natural body, no visible ink and no piercings. Too bad she was the masseuse and not a dancer. About 10 minutes later I took my last sip of Crown and was about to leave when she returned and sat down in the chair in front of me. She was so comfortable to talk to. Thankfully I had just watched a 60 Minutes episode on the Prime Minster of Canada, so when I started asking about him she was impressed that an American knew so much about Canada. She asked me if I usually just watched the stage show or if I ever took the girls to the back room. I told her that I frequently did VIP dances, but none of the dancers caught my eye that night. She said, "would you like to go?" At first I wasn't sure if she was trying to set me up with one of the dancers or what. But I quickly figured out that she was indeed offering to take me to the back room. Of course I said yes.