Cheetah II is what it is, and ain't gonna surprise you.

I had some money in my pocket, and planned on doing come clubbing on my drive back home. Up in the Palm Beach area I’d sort of had it in my mind to see what was up with Tootsies on a holiday season Thursday, but the GPS & traffic were telling me that the timing might not work out. My CF right now is a very slim girl, which is not my MO. So while she is my current CF, sometimes she leaves me longing for some big ass cheeks, which was my mission on this day. As you might have noted from some prior reviews many of the Palm Beach clubs are Classy but not Assy. And I was definitely looking for Assy, so I decided to give Cheetah II a shot.

Thursday afternoon about 5pm. There was no parking in the main lot, but I discovered that there is a rear parking area in an office plaza, which is overflow Cheetah parking (I think they monitor card games from one of the Indian casinos there). No cover to come in, and no parking fee, which I always thought they always had. My Beer was I think 6.50, which certainly didn’t seem like any sort of happy hour special. The club definitely had patrons, but was not as full as I would have expected given the parking. Club has two stages going. One in the middle of a square shaped bar, and the other a feature stage with seating around it. I look around and am immediately underwhelmed by the girls. This visit was really me giving Cheetah II one more shot. I’ve always thought the quality of girls here was low, and except for one shining exception, this was the case on this visit. Girls were mostly Cuban, though there did seem to be a few white girls. No AAs that I saw. Girls were mostly skinny, and to my eyes just seemed like “background girls” at clubs where I find more dancers to my liking. Probably about 15 girls total, and seemed like more were arriving, but a true count was difficult as the girls were not really circulating much. The music was certainly not all hip hop, but they played a lot more of it than I would have expected from a Cheetah club in WPB. Girls, were not really dancing, putting on a minimal show. I had one dancer come up to me asking for a dance, but other than that was really left alone. Thin Cuban, and when she got the hint I was not interested, she went to the immediate next patron. Usually dancers won’t go directly, to the very next person but whatever. I saw a couple of bartenders throwing ass for dollars for some guys who got a booth and some bottles. I’ve seen minimal instances of this before, but in a lot of clubs some of the bartenders/waitresses will look better than the dancers and I know there is a very thin line between these two job roles in the club. At this point I’m really getting bored and I can feel my tastes adjusting/lowering to what is available on this day. But then I saw her, a very curvy brown skinned girl with a sexy plunging neckline and a nice bit of ass poking out. She headed back to the dressing room, and I focused my attention on her return. She comes out and I lock eyes to draw her attention and she comes straight over. Very beautiful face, nice breasts, beautiful brown/caramel skin color, that always makes girls stand out. She is Venezuelan, and her beauty, and demeanor very much meets her ethnicity. We go back for dance, and I immediately note that her breasts are not as big as they seemed in her dress, but are natural which (in a Venezuelan) is surprising. Ass is pumped up nice though (definite Brazilian but lift). Her body is very fleshy & soft like how I like them. Her face, body & demeanor are very similar to my all-time favorite a now retired dancer at Cheetah Hallendale. Dance starts and it is immediately weird. It wasn’t bad, certainly wasn’t an air dance, it was just weird. Not as much a dance as she would position herself on me. I also noticed that she did have a lowkey whiff of dancer funk so she wasn’t 100% perfection. Because of the dance weirdness & the occasional whiff, I couldn’t get totally into it & stopped at two dances. I pay her 60, she doesn’t offer me change. I usually do tip the dancers fee anyway, but I always like a dancer who asks. I leave the room and she comes up and hangs with me a bit longer. Very flirty, and touchy feely, and frankly I got better dance experience hanging with her out after the dance than the dance itself. She had to go up on stage in a minute so she leaves to make some rounds. When finally up on stage, I hang out to watch her and she is by far the best dancer that I’ve seen all day. Very symbolic of how Venezuelan girls seem to care more about work than the Cubans. I give her a little stage tip, watch that ass and then head for the door. If Cheetah II was a club that was more accessible to me, or if she was just a naturally good dancer, I’d put some thought into cultivating her, but I’m just not up this way enough to put any thoughts on it. I left smelling strong of smoke, which is always a risk at a club, but some more than others.

Pros: You might catch a shooting star. Low pressure club, if you want to make your own experience and don’t want to be accosted by dancers.