Ho Hum experience,but I have a reason to go back!

I live in the Chicago area, which is known for having fairly lame/tame SC’s. While visiting my cousin in Ft. Lauderdale, he said he wanted to show me a real SC experience! Being that he is a monger, I decided to take him up on the offer. Over the course of my trip, we visited 3 clubs (Cheetah’s, Scarlet’s and The Booby Trap). He said that the Booby Trap was a bit sketchy compared to the first two places, so I was all in!

As we pulled into the parking lot I noticed that the club was located in an isolated/industrial area. The lot was full, so we had to pull into a secondary lot. My cousin explained that we had to pay the parking lot attendant a few dollars, but he said it was wise to slip him an extra $10 to watch your car. I don’t know what the cover cost was, because my cousin was treating. Walking into the club I noticed that it wasn’t as nice as the other clubs we visited. It had a different vibe. Not bad, but not playful and energized like the other clubs. We took a seat at a bar in the back of the club, which was raised up a few steps from the main floor.

While he was ordering drinks, I took a look around the club and noticed one main stage. The periphery of the club was dimly lit. I wasn’t here to critique the decor so I didn’t notice much else. Almost immediately I was approached by a statuesque AA dancer with a huge rack. She sat down next to me and we began to chat. I nursed my beer as the small talk continued. She asked if I wanted a dance, but I declined. To my surprise she didn’t leave. Instead she took a seat on my lap and began to stroke my bald head. Slowly her hand found its way to my crotch. While I wasn’t interested in her, I wasn’t going to tell her to leave. After a bit , she was called to the stage to dance. My cousin told me that I should not chat them up if I wasn’t interested in a dance. Live and learn, I guess.