Two trips to Wackos

I was travelling through Florida during the last week of July and had opportunities to visit Wackos on two afternoons, the trip south (Thursday) and the trip north (Saturday), this review covers both afternoons. Other reviews have covered the layout, but just in cast you missed them, there are three stages that surround the bar and the ladies dance on each one, clock-wise. It’s a bikini bar and on both afternoons I saw very little nudity on the stages, other than quick flashes. The main draw to this club is the private dances, the stage dances aren’t much to write about.

On Thursday I arrived at about 2:00. There was no one inside the door for a cover charge or ID check so I just walked in and sat at a table near the first stage. I ordered a low alcohol light beer to keep the waitress and the management happy. It was “happy hour” and I receive two open bottles, one on a napkin and a second in a pitcher of ice for 4 dollars plus a generous tip to the waitress. There were 20+ dancers during my stay, with more trickling in over time and there was a wide range of ages and looks. It didn’t take long before a gorgeous woman asked if she could have a seat. Her stage name was Siren and she had amazing dark hair, light skin, nice face, and blue eyes, a combination of attributes that makes me weak in the knees and stiff in the crotch. She stayed with me for quite a while and we talked about a number of subjects but her favorite was how this was the first afternoon shift she had worked and was enjoying the calm atmosphere for a change. She said she had only worked night shifts until today and that it’s a much younger, party-oriented, scene and that the college-aged guys often don’t seem to understand that the ladies are there to make money via tips not just hang out and talk/flirt like it’s a frat party. On this Thursday there were lots of men like me, chill middle-aged gentlemen looking to spend a little time with a hot young naked chick. The subject of a private dance eventually came up and I eventually took her up on the offer. The lap dance area has been described in multiple reviews, it’s $30 per song, and the corner booths are prime real estate. On this day the LD area was pretty active so my new friend and I were unable to get one of the coveted corner positions. It didn’t seem to matter, she gave me a lap dance that was sensuous and satisfying with tons of groping, good over the pants stick shifting, nipple licking, and a grind + moaning that made me believe she was really into it. I had to ask her to stop several times so I wouldn’t LDK. No other activities were offered or asked for and after three dances I called it quits and I went back to my seat, which was still available and my beers were still on the table waiting for me.

Earlier, a dancer who I think called herself R*b*cc*, who was “older” but with a hot body asked if I wanted a dance. I was tempted but said I had company. When I retook my seat, it wasn’t long before she approached me again to see if I was still interested. I took her up on the offer and before I knew it I was back in the LD room. She suggested I take my drinks with me rather than leave them at the table so I did. R was somewhat aggressive and wanted to know who I had dances with and if they made me c*m. I explained that I had a great time with S but held off so I wouldn’t make a mess in my pants. R decided she was going to take me further and show me she was a better provider so after a song she proceeded to free my member, spit on her hand, and make sure I left satisfied. I protested for a moment and told her I would probably make a big mess but she told me to “let it fly”. So I threw caution to the wind and did exactly as she requested by shooting several ropes vertically into the air that mostly landed on her hands and forearms. It was a lot (I honestly tried to warn her) and she spent several moments afterwards giggling, saying “that was so much” and “I think you hit the ceiling”, and holding her slime coated hands away from her as she thought about how to clean up and get dressed. When she encouraged me to follow through I assumed she had some way to clean up but that wasn’t the case. She ended up taking ice from the pitcher that held my untouched second beer to clean her hands as best as possible – priceless! She took her payment and got dressed using only her fingertips and went straight for the dressing room. I had to get along my way after my experience with R so I went to the bathroom, washed my hands and hit the road. That day I spent $200 on dances between the two of them and $10 on the two light beers.