Not Much Going On Here

I had an occasion to be in West Palm on a Friday afternoon so I dropped in to see what was going on at Cheetah West Palm Beach. It turns out, not much. Around 4 pm on a Friday, the free parking lot was nearly full, mostly trucks. At the entry there was no doorman, but a decent looking girl taking $1 to enter. No id check, no pat down. Once inside, there was a group of girls gathered around to the left, along the exterior wall. It wasn’t clear if they were dancers, or maybe dancers waiting to go on shift, but they were just speaking among themselves and not interacting with the customers.

There were not as many customers inside as the nearly full parking lot would suggest, mostly blue collar guys after work, and a few older guys who looked like regulars. There were probably 10 -12 girls working. There were girls dancing on 3 stages - one stage inside the main bar, and two smaller stages farther into the oddly shaped club. No one seemed to notice stage 3 tucked away in the very back. Girls were doing typical 3 song sets that seemed to last way too long.

I ordered a $5 beer at the main bar from Tara the bartender who was by far the hottest girl in the club. I asked Tara if she ever did dances or VIP. She laughed and said “don’t you wish”. To which I replied “Yeah, I do”. At the bar I was approached by a short, chubby, but kind of cute senorita who wasted no time slipping her hand down my pants and asking for a dance. Sorry, not my type. There were also a couple of older white ladies who were probably smoking hot back in the 80s and 90’s, but who were now well past their prime.

I didn’t see anyone going back for dances, but standard laps cost $25 per song. I didn’t see anyone I’d consider spending big money on so I didn’t inquire about VIP rates.

In all, Cheetah West Palm had a comfortable neighborhood bar vibe, but the girls just didn’t rate enough to keep my attention. I kept waiting for a hot girl to get up on stage, or to appear from the dressing room, but I kept waiting. I drank a couple of beers, admired Tara’s tits a bit, then cut my losses and headed back south to Miami.