Apologies in advance for if I offend anyone by being too explicit. And everything on this site should be considered a work of fiction.
I visited Cheetah Hallandale on a Friday afternoon, appx 3 pm. My experience was very typical for what I have experienced previously on their day shift. I have previously reported that Cheetah Hallandale has a very decent and reliable day shift, with somewhat sub par talent, and this visit would be no different.
There was plenty of free parking available when I arrived, with the lot being about 1/2 full. Upon entering, there was no parking fee or cover, but a couple of dancers hanging out and chatting (possibly signing in?) with the cute hostess standing behind a tip jar. Bathrooms are to the right as you enter the club.
Once inside, it was a fairly lively payday afternoon with a good mix of working guys, regulars, and old farts. I walked up the ramp, and back down the stairs to the bar at the far end of the club. I easily found a seat and once my eyes adjusted, I began to survey the talent.
Dancers on this afternoon were the typical post Covid Cheetah day shift selection. Generally not unattractive, but not exactly my type, or not particularly anyone who I would want to spend my money on. I bought a $4.50 beer, and eventually located 3 really attractive (my type) dancers among the mediocre shift. One was locked up with what appeared to be her regular, another was too busy with her phone and chatting with the other girls, but the third, a petite Latina with long dark hair and appropriately sized bolt ons was available. I made eye contact and she immediately came over.
We spent some time at the bar with the requisite pleasantries and small talk. But by the time she had her hand in my pants I decided we should go back to the $25 communal dance area. The dance area has couches along both long sides, with some sort of divider in the middle, but you can generally see the goings on of the other patrons if you really wanted to look. There is a guy who walks through frequently counting songs, but he looks straight ahead with a Sgt. Shultz “I see nothing” demeanor. The dancers (including mine) are masterful in concealing the performance of extras in this open space.
We agreed going in that we would do 4 songs (I strongly recommend having an agreed-to plan beforehand to avoid ROB). My dancer got completely nude on the first song and allowed me access anywhere I wanted to go. By song 3, she had me exposed, and was going to town with a spirited HJ and TF. On song 4, she gets a condom out of her tiny purse and asks me if I wanted to keep going (stupid question, duh?). Songs 5&6 she alternates between RCG and FCG, making it look like a nude grind dance, and by song 7, I’m spent. Somehow the room monitor kept walking past, seemingly oblivious to what was going on.
We sat and collected ourselves during song 8. I paid her $200 for 8 songs, and we went our separate ways. The only rookie mistake I made this afternoon was the fact that I was wearing black pants, which are not conducive to fully nude lap dances. I can only wonder what my dry cleaner thinks of the dried snail tracks all over my pants.
