Running the Latina Gauntlet

Well, that was different. As a regular visitor to South Florida, I was pretty familiar with Cheetah Pompano and Cheetah West Palm. Friday, 1:00 pm, driving up I-95 from a meeting in Coral Gables, I decided to stop at Cheetah Hallandale for lunch. From the outside, it looks a lot like the sister clubs; free parking, no cover charge when I arrived. Walking into the main room, this club was different: the place was full of customers and dancers, especially dancers.

The space has been described before, a center area of table seating with a large main stage, flanked by bars on either side, each bar with a stage in the center. At the rear of the main room, up a few steps, is the friction dance area; there is another small stage opposite the main stage (essentially right outside the friction room. Scouted for a seat at either bar, and was surprised to see that (at 1:00, mind you) the seats were full, roughly half with customers and the other half with exceedingly "friendly" dancers. By the time I finally got a beer ($4, as I recall), I had already been groped by two dancers promising me fun in the friction room. Amazing. All the dancers I encountered were Latina (my preference, thank you very much), but they came and went with great frequency and remarkable persistence.

To make a long story short, as Meatloaf might say, "I found paradise in the friction room" with a Brazilian 8+ with a gentle touch and no reservations about LFK. Later, in my refractory period at the back bar, the original Brazilian cutie was dancing on the stage in front of me when I was accosted by another Brazilian (turns out, a friend of cutie #1) wearing only a g-string and heels. Little Oso found his mojo and it was off for some more fun in the back room.