Not the Cheetah I remembered

Well was in Vegas for a reunion and had some free time to kill before meeting up with friends so stopped in to this place that I had not been in for probably five years.

Walking in during the day is always a shock to the eyeballs. but made my way to the bar. Ordered a beer and the prices are even higher then I remember, but it is Vegas after all. No dancers were on stage an soon I have a dancer approach me and sit down for a little chit-chat. She only works in Vegas from fall to early summer then goes back home for a few months. Which is cool, beating the the summer desert heat. I did not get a dance from her and after a little while she moved on.

Was half watching the golf on the TV, and I am not a golfer, and checking out the ladies that were in the club. I tall blond sat down in the chair beside me and was talking to the guy at the end of the bar. From their exchange I guess he was a regular there. After a bit of time the blond and I start up a conversation and I was pleasantly surprised that this tall blond was very engaging. The topics we touched were varied and enjoyable. As we were talking another brunette dancer came up and was standing on the other side of me. Joining in the conversations once in a while. I did not know that smoking was still allowed in the clubs but I guess it was because the brunette smoked a couple of them.