Decent but not extraordinary

So, I went to Cheetah’s with a buddy and my cousin who is familiar with the SC scene in SoFla. This place was in complete contrast to The Booby Trap, which was visited earlier in the week. The place was packed! We grabbed drinks at the bar as we walked in and looked for a place to sit. We were SOL for over 20mins so we just waited for a space to open up. One finally did, in a cramped corner opposite one of the stages.

My cousin introduced us to the waitress, as he frequents the place. She was probably in her mid 30’s and a little thick. She has brownish hair and a very ample rack. She was extremely friendly and even sat on my cousin’s lap and allowed him to smack her ass and grab her tits. We were approached by a few dancers (White) but I tend to sit back a bit and observe before I commit to dances. I noticed Latina dancers, White European ones and an AA dancer or two. We were approached by a slender white dancer with an average body and stringy blonde hair. She appeared to be strung out, IMO. She was chatting with all of us and asked if she could bum a cigarette. She proceeded to tell us how she lost her kids to the state because her ex lied about her parenting skills. Talk about a buzz kill! My buddy finally gave her $50 to give me a few lap dances. I think he wanted her to just go away.

She took me to the lap dance area, which was semi-private. There was a bouncer dude kind of watching the area, but he seemed disinterested. She began to tell me about her legal problems again, which was a mood killer. I think she wanted me to feel sorry for her and give her $$$. At this point I asked her if she was going to give me a lap dance or not. She proceeded to dance for 10-15 seconds and then just sat across my lap. Then she began stick shifting and asked me if I wanted to go in the VIP area. It was right across from the LD section and it was sectioned off into little cubbies that had half curtains. I asked her what takes place in there and she responded “just about anything you want.” Now she was really stick shifting like crazy, hoping I would think with the wrong head. She quoted me $1,100! This would get me the bottle of my choice and up to an hour with her. When I told her that was way more then I want to spend, she said “do you have a credit card?” This was my cue to walk back to our table.