Cheetah, cheetah everywhere. It’s like the opposite brand recognition of Deja Vu

After hitting two of the Pompano Big Three on Friday afternoon, and a repeat visit for me at cheetah pompano Sunday afternoon around 4p, my buddies and I were down to our last night in town. It was Sunday night and we’d been drinking and gambling at the Hard Rock and figured one more strip club would be a good finish to the weekend. ‘Finish’ was specifically chosen for the verbiage here re our intent.

We got to the club after midnight on a Sunday night/Monday morning and the place was bumping. Packed to the gills we paid a $20 cover and sat at the rectangular bar to the left of the entry way. The layout is kinda like cheetah pompano, but bigger. From our bar seats, we could see a dancer on the stage inside our bar, or if we turned our backs to her we could see the two or three girls who were dancing on the main stage. There was also another stage (or two?) further off to our right near some elevated seating and we could see the girls there but not get a good look unless we left our seats and approached. Something I found odd was that there was a booth of guys and girls on stage. Not in the middle of the stage of course, but off to the left and on the stage level. These guys were having a good old time, with girls on their laps or twerking on the wall and making it rain all over them in full obvious view to the entire club. That’s just not my scene, but more power to them as they seemed to be enjoying it.

The girls were hot and the dancing on all stages was energetic. Lots of different types of girls and a very diverse group of dancers in ethnicity, age, body types and looks. Stage tipping for attention wasn’t practical for me as there were a lot of guys making it rain. Sucks if you wanted to tip a few bucks just to ask a girl to join you. After trying that unsuccessfully with a couple girls I wanted to meet I abandoned that tactic. No worries though. The club was full of aggressive, hot girls looking to make a little money.