Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday is not your classic strip club day in the northeast, with pretty much everywhere closed. Incorrectly assuming Florida would be different I went to Cheetahs: Closed. I went to Diamond Dolls: Closed. I came here, parking lot jammed and left. Drove around, got high and said wtf and came back as I had a few hours to kill before a flight out of Miami.

No cover, but my descriptions will be minimal as I spent less than an hour here. Walk in - 2 bars with a big stage down the middle. One bar in front and one in back. Seats along the side and upstairs, which I know nothing about. The stage almost came up to my seat, so I tipped a few dancers and had my beer. No idea what it cost, but I assume 5-6 since I never noticed. Due to the number of cars in the lot I had assumed a lot of customers and few dancers. It was the opposite. Dancers looked better than I had suspected they would, but because no one, including me can ever be satisfied, as I left (after a wonderful experience) I noticed that the number of dancers had tripled and saw 10-15 I'd have loved to spend time with.

By 3 there had to be 40 dancers there, with more than half spinners. So my day? Drinking my beer and a dancer (9 1/2) approaches the guy 2 seats down for a $10.00 dance. One dance and she goes on to the guy next to me. One dance, good contact and done. Then the announcement: Easter special 15 minute room price, 30 minutes of time. In reality it meant nothing because no guy is lasting 30 minutes with these dancers. The dancer approaches me, striking features, looking more Italian than Cuban, perfect thin athletic, 5'7" 110-pound body with perfect b-cups. Starts the great $10.00 grind, grabs my hands and places them on her boobs and 3 dances later she is suggesting a room. I say yes and so we sit and fir one of the few times in life I drink with a Cuban dancer. Spoke very good English so after 20 minutes we head out back. Great cbj, great price $50.00 room $200. girl. The only reason she wasn't a 10 is that she was skilled, yet not passionate. Not robotic, just emotionless, but so pretty it mattered not.