Cheetahs, Monday night

I dropped by Cheetah's Monday last. The cover was only $6 at the door with the perfunctory checking for weapons (I left mine in the car).

Cheetahs has remained unchanged since they moved to the Chatham Street location many moons ago. The bar is still at the front next to a small stage complete with shower stall. The washrooms, immaculately clean for a strip joint, are at the far end of the building. Tables and chairs are interspersed throughout the place.

I found a seat at a table across from the stage. Any drink was at least $10. The place had about eight customers but there were over twelve dancers working. Since this was Cheetahs, the girls ranged from 5-6 with a couple at 7 and 8. I watched the show for a while and looked around for a dance partner. I saw a great pair of legs attached to a blonde sitting with her friend. She gladly stood up and I was pleased since she was quite attractive. Her name was Emma.

I paid the requisite $20 VIP fee and we climbed upstairs. Dances were $20. We positioned in the corner of the VIP room and she proceeded to dance for me. Unfortunately, Cheetahs frowns on excessive disgusting prurient behaviour so I was relegated to plain jane lap dances with no extra offers or grabbing by the dancer. I liked Emma with her English accent. I liked her body, great legs, small tits and long blonde hair.

I would recommend Emma to anyone.