Had some time to kill on...

Had some time to kill on a recent weekday afternoon so I decided to check out Cheaters (again). I've been here many times over the years, so I know what to expect ... and what not to expect ... so my rating of 8 is more indicative of my not-so-high expectations, than it is of the "ambiance" and the caliber of the women. That being said, like many PLs who frequent this admitted dive with some regularity, I enjoy sleaze, so Cheaters is my kind of place. As far as the quality of the dancers goes, the only good thing I can say is that there are usually a LOT of girls working, so unless you are only attracted to Barbie (and Barbie has NEVER worked at Cheaters!), there's likely to be someone here who looks good to you. As a side note, and as noted by another reviewer, I wish the afternoon barmaid was a dancer - she's easily the hottest girl in the house (although she's kind of a bitch - never seen her smile).

Anyway, being the sleazebag pervert that I am, the first place I head for is the "Lady Godiva" (full nude) Room. I pay the obligatory $10 cover (since there's no cover for the rest of the club in the afternoon, this doesn't seem financially unreasonable, but still WTF?) and go inside. There's only one other guy in the room and he's not sitting at the stage. I may be a PL, but I'm not a cheap SOB who sits on the sidelines drooling and never tips the dancers. The girls do this for tips, and although I'm not gonna throw money at them, I'm not going to let them flaunt their wares on stage for nothing either ... so I go sit at the stage (really a bar, not a stage) and smile up at the relatively attractive blonde on stage. By Cheaters standards, she's about a 15, but anyplace else, she's a solid 7, maybe an 8. She looked good to me, so I said "Hello". She crouched down on the bar, right in front of me, and said, and I'm not joking, "Hi, would you like a blowjob?" In a nutshell, that's Cheaters.

When I didn't act stunned, she (sorry I forget her name) gave me a knowing laugh and smile indicating that she could tell that this was not my first time in this fine establishment, and we laughed about it as I told her that just wasn't my thing. She was a good sport and "danced" (dancing in the LG room is defined as "lie on the bar, spread your legs, and put your pussy in the patrons face") for me while the other PL drooled in the background.