Fun Sabado!
We stopped in about 2:30 on Saturday afternoon to find a fairly full parking lot full, with half of the spots taken up by Harleys. Concerned the place would be packed inside, we quickly relieved as the entire group of bikers, and plenty of "ole' ladies" exited, got on their bikes, formed a line-up, and rode off up Federal Blvd. Once inside and talking to various girls, we learned that the group had been friendly, but very stingy with no one really tipping.
Anyway, we come in the door, take a left away from the DJ after getting the pat-down and walk past the long bar against the wall and the 3 stages in the middle of the room. Then we settled into our fairly regular spot in one of the high-tops, just by the ATM and off the hallway to the restroom. This spot is nice because it is off to the side, and the occasional Cuban (or Dominican, to be fair) will put you in a stool against the wall, backs right up on you, and just grinds away for a few songs before asking if you want a dance. This afternoon did not disappoint and my buddy and I were quickly approached by some familiar faces. Beyonce went straight for my buddy (as she always does), and I got a visit from Naomi, an athletically-built Domincan with butt that won't quit and hands that like to roam.
My friend didn't take more than a song or two to be convinced to go for a "private" dance, but I decided to hang out in our corner for a couple more songs, or at least till I finished my first Modelo. Why should I rush off if I'm in the middle of nice up-the-shorts handshake right in my seat? It also doesn't help that the private dance area is considerably more exposed than where we are currently. As others have mentioned, the lap dance area is simply a collection of banquet chairs along the wall in the corner near the DJ booth. Speaking of which, try to wait or time it so you can get the seat RIGHT under the DJ booth by the popcorn machine. It is mostly blocked from view of the bar area and sometimes the girls take advantage of that.
After a song or two, my friend comes back from his time with Beyonce. He then lets me know the time at the table was better than the dance. Though, he didn't hate all of it. Knowing Naomi can be fun in both scenarios, I finally concede and we head off for a time-out.
Most charge $30 per song, and negotiating can be problematic due to the language barrier. I don't bother haggling since she put in such a nice effort back at the table, and her dances are pretty solid and full of a good grind. There is a minimal amount of stick shifting, and mostly OTP. After 2 songs I head back to my seat for more beer.
Over the course of a couple hours the process is repeated to varying degrees by other dancers. Introduction. Hug. Back up a grind on the booty. A little handshake here and there. Let's go for a dance. Some are more handsy than others. Some let you get pretty handsy. One or two definitely have an end result in mind if your lap dance is in the right seat. I had the option and decided against it on this afternoon. I will say the few Caucasian girls I've encountered here have all tend to be pretty strict rule followers, so I tend to veer away from that.
I think I've covered it before, but this is an easy-going place to spend an afternoon. There are usually at least 10-15 dancers working. Almost entirely Latina, a variety of skin tones and body shapes, and most in their mid 20s. Cover is free early on, bottled beers are a tolerable $7, and the support staff is pretty nice. Even the bathroom is clean.
