Cheetah Hallendale - What you are looking for, even if it takes a little more looking.

I fall into that group of people that covid changed up a lot of my work life, and most of my clubbing was related to opportunities that arose around my work life. Suffice it to say that post-covid I haven’t had many opportunities to go clubbing, and for whatever reason that period during quarantine dropped my interest in shelling out the money I had been shelling. But when I was clubbing, I had pretty much whittled down to two clubs: Booby Trap Doral for my nighttime visits and Cheetah Hallandale for my daytime visits. That itch to club arose again, so some finagling of my work schedule placed a visit to the Cheetah on my agenda. I have visited one time post covid, where I went in, didn’t like what I saw and walked out (followed by an OK, but just passable Tootsies visit), but this time I vowed to give it a little more of a chance.

I arrived on Friday at 5pm on the dot. Decent number of cars in the parking lot, and seating was at a premium. No cover, and gave my usual dollar into the tip jar that the ladies in the front get for absolutely no work. It seems that a lot more of the seating was now marked off for “bottle service.” I don’t know if this is a Friday evening thing, or if it is just now new procedure at Cheetah, but it decreased the amount of available seating, to the point where I had to stand around for a while to find a seat at the back bar. All four stages were in operation, with five girls dancing at all times. 16oz domestic beer was 4.50. Club seemed darker than I remember it, or maybe my eyes were just getting worse, or I just didn’t have that strip club lighting adaptation has I had back in my heavier clubbing days. Because of the lighting it really made it difficult to make out how many girls there were, but there definitely was a good amount. Not overflowing by any means, but enough for what was a pretty packed club.

I’ve read some commentary that the quality of the girls has gone down, and from my earlier trip and this one, I do concur. Cheetah has never been a 7up factory, but there have always been a good number of 7ups there, and enough of a variety that someone will capture the interests of most PLs. But even with that, there were never any girls that you looked at and said who in the hell hired you. Still none of those here, but a much higher percentage of girls that just looked like regular chicks that aren’t ugly, just nothing that you would look at twice out in the street, much less at a strip club. Also aside from one (maybe eastern European from what I thought was her accident over the club music), all the girls were Latina. No, AAs and save the abovementioned, no whitegirls. At this club I presume I’m going to see Latinas, so no issue for me. But if you are looking for variety, Cheetah Hallendale may no longer be your spot. But when I’m at a strip club, I’m not looking for regular girls, I’m looking for strippers (or porn stars or Instagram chicks – you get the idea), and with kind of a decrease in the overall quality, it made it a little harder for me to find what I’m looking for. I noticed less girls on their own coming up to you, and I was only approached once by a massage chick, so not even a dancer. I don’t know if it was club policy, new inexperienced girls or maybe I was properly giving off I’m not interested in you vibes, but I didn’t get approached. Also, I used to hit this club quite a bit and was familiar with a lot of the girls. 2 and a half years later, and I didn’t see anyone I could remember. Anyway, at some point I noticed out of the corner of my eye a chick walking topless out on the floor with a rack sitting up perfectly until she disappeared out of my view. Few minutes later she, now wearing a tight miniskirt walks by me and I’m like that’s the one. Apparently, the guy sitting next to me thought the same thing as we shared a holy shit did you see that together after she walked by. Around the same time, I noticed another chick, not as pretty but with a huge set of tits and an ass just hanging off of her. She was locked up at a table with a guy, but I knew it had to be one (or both) of these two. Finally, the first chick gets on the back stage. When she starts undressing, I see what one could pretty regularly find at Cheetah, an amazingly constructed body through the best of South American surgical techniques. I walk up as the first to tip and lay a ten down at her feet. This is always a gamble. The gamble is, that I will give her a tip to show I’m interested, and that she doesn’t have any pre-existing commitments when coming off the stage, or somebody else also interested will tip her even bigger. Eventually some other guys did come up, one even twice so I knew my fate was up in the air. Thankfully, this time I gambled and won, as she made a beeline for me, now dressed in her miniskirt. Short bit of small talk, but my time at the club was drawing nigh so I cut that off to get the dances.