I stopped into this place around...

I stopped into this place around 6pm mid-week six months ago. It was a nude club. I sure hope that it still is. Whrn I can get back there later on a night when the joint is hopping, I expect my review will be higher. I can see that it has a lot of potential for excellence. I could not tell because of my poor timing, but it might possibly be even better than the sister club of the same name over in Mission, which is my ATF strip bar (see my review). Both locations are listed on the same "Club Cheetah" family web site, which is "under construction." I look forward to checking that out when it's ready.

The energy level was real low, but I suspect that's only up because my poor timing. This place also has some advantages over CF Mission. It's real easy to find and access on the south side of the 83 expressway (White Ranch Road exit). It's well signed and lit up in a pinkish/purplish hue. There's plenty of parking...including lots of room in back of the lot for semis. There is also one of those amazing drive-thru liquor stores in the same parking lot. This place is much bigger and newer than CF Mission. Much more comfortable inside and out. Routine $15 cover. I remember there was one big ugly dude near the door who seemed to be acting as the manager/bouncer/DJ. But he was cool and friendly. The limited number of women present, including the bartender and 1 waitress were all attractive and pleasant. The layout is one big movie theatre sized room with a main stage, bar on the side near the door and a small stage in back. An upstairs loft has several couches for laps with an office in the corner. It seemed so big because there were only 3 dancers working and 5-6 customers scattered around the room. One minor negative is that none of the clubs I've visited in Texas have a tip rail at the stage. They want you to come up and tip, and you get all the attention you could reasonably expect (more in fact) for a dollar. Still, you have to walk up there and be a part of the show yourself, which diminishes any attempt to be ingognito.

I sat down to nurse my O'Douls and took the lonely walk up to the stage to politely tip each dancer in turn. I guess I was the only PL present willing to part with a few bucks and this made me the center of attention of all the girls until the other fellows got the hint and started tipping too. The dancers I saw were all about a 6. There was a cute blonde white girl, slightly too chubby; a very young little Mexican spinner, happy but couldn't dance a lick, also slightly too fat; and a black chick, not ugly, not georgeous, but with a great dancer's body. Each girl came over to sit with me after her stage set and asked for a private dance. I politely declined the first 2. Turns out I couldn't resist the black chick. I wish I could remember her name for you. She is a nasty pro. When she approached me she was wearing a shiny gold bikini top and a tiny little skirt with nothing on unterneath. She didn't sit next to me like the others, she just sat ON me, hugged my neck and kissed my ear. I had shorts on and I could feel here bare puss rubbing around on my thighs. We went upstairs and sat on the couch. She was naked instantly and straddled me, but we just visited for the first 2-3 songs. Then she whispered again in my ear, "are you ready baby?" She also told me we could do anything we wanted unless we saw the manager dude coming. I had a minor panic when he did shuffle past us once, but he didn't even pay any attention. He just quickly went in and out of his office then back downstairs. She was great, though not as memorable as my experience with the hot Mexican cousins over in Mission. I'll leave further details to your imagination, but Blackie rocked my world. I gave her $100 for three songs. She wanted to do more for me, but I begged poverty and left with the smile she'd already put on my face.