Havana Nights

It had been about 2 years since I first stepped through the hallowed halls of Wacko’s Bar & Grill. And boy, has it changed. I admired the decent dancer diversity of my 1st visit; mostly white girls, a few black girls, and different types of latinas (Mexican/Cuban). Different body types. Plentiful girls. This time? Maybe 10 dancers. All Cuban.

After a mere $7 admission each, my buddy and I were in. For 10pm on a Sunday it was decently busy. Not many dancers, but a lot of customers. No busty bartenders. I didn’t know what to think between the raid and that reviewer claiming there were “40 to 45 girls” presumably the previous Sunday. This was a far cry from that. And the girls were hot, but pushy. Most of them spoke limited English so they’d pretty much walk up to you and ask “Dances?” then walk away if not. And because of my tan complexion, I kept getting asked if I spoke Spanish.

They were all tall. Brunette. Slim thick. Fantastic asses. One totally had a fake ass. But I guess my buddy and I were in a conversational mood. Conversation these girls couldn’t provide. Too bad I’m not bilingual! Like most nights, I was thirsting for PAWGs (thick white girls) and my buddy hungers for BBWs of all kind. So for our preferences, these girls were not fitting the bill. Though I reiterate: all of them had fantastic asses.