Tuesday at the Cheetah

The Atlanta paper is starting to make it seem as if Bill Hagood is thinking about selling the club, because the real estate and development moguls covet the property it sits on. I hope he holds out.

Anyway, I was in town on business, stopped in to get out of Atlanta traffic. Afternoons are slow and casual at the Cheetah. Sat and talked with Robin, who looked 17 but had been working as a stripper for 7 years and started off at Follies. I think it was kind of a shock to her. She was lithe, with nice legs and A cups. Sweet and funny, too.

Tipped Ariel, blonde with nice man made rack and a great body. Took her back to VIP and in the loft, the doors to the rooms now have big glass panes in them so they can check on you without being too intrusive. I think it's a result of the lawsuit. Still, we had some fun. While it may not be Follies type fun, my hands got to do a lot of roaming and she did not mind at all. Turns out her mother was a dancer. She only works weekdays which is too bad because she could really rake in the dough on the weekends.

Not a bad way to spend an afternoon and I will be back.