A “Handy” Option If You’re In The Mood

Got there around 3pm on a recent Monday afternoon. Had a few hours to kill before my flight home. No fee to get in, or to park. The hustle started within one step in the joint. The girl behind the counter says it’s free to get in, but it’s OK to tip her. I went to a bunch of strip clubs this trip, and simply can’t remember if there was a pat down. Before my eyes even adjusted to the dark club, a dancer came at me trying to give me a Cheetah handshake, and I almost wiped her out as I NEVER saw her until the very last second! These chicks hanging by the door should wear a helmet!

It was only about half full, and there were seats open all over. I sat at a table, but was ignored by a couple cocktail servers. Not that it really matters, but the servers there were just plain unattractive. I love when they are flirty, and hot, and even get a playful sometimes. That has not been my experience at Cheetah Halllandale. Odd as Cheetahs Pompano is the exact opposite. Servers are mostly smoking hot, and flirty there. Have even taken a cocktail girl out on a regular date there. That is a story for another time. I digress… So I went and got my own Bud Light for $7, $5+$2 tip. That was cheaper than the 3 Pompano clubs I went to this trip. Songs ran a touch over 3 minutes, which seemed to be around average in this region.

The hustle was STRONG here. As I sipped my beer scoping the place out, I was approached about 10 times from 4’s-6’s. It was a bit depressing actually. They would be visibly depressed when I shot them down. Many of them must be struggling. I was about to pull the plug, and head out but the talent improved. A blond American girl, with great c+ bolt ons, a thick, tone athletic figure, and super cute face sat on my lap. We had about 10 seconds of small talk before she started to stroke, and play with Jr. OTP. She asked if I want some private time. I say let’s go. She says She will do a massage that I am sure to love for $150 in the more private VIP. I didn’t negotiate. I should have. We go back there, and are the only ones in the room. I do like the privacy there. The other communal dance area has people in and out, and all around you all the time. I don’t really care at this place, as everyone in that room is in the zone, and don’t bother me. Managers only seem to keep track of who is in there so they don’t call them on stage. Anyway, the booths were not very comfortable, but whatever. They did have a divider between each seating area. The second we sat down she goes for the lotion/sanitizer/lube stuff. Not sure what it was, but she was very “handsy” and talked dirty to encourage me to reach the goal. It was fast, furious, and thorough. Mission accomplished in 3 songs. Wet wipes provided. I paid her, went back out to relax, and gather my thoughts. I liked the straight forward approach, but it was way too mechanical. Compared to the $ I spent in Pompano earlier in the week, it was cheap though. So there are trade offs.