This is one of my favorite...

This is one of my favorite Vegas clubs because of the laid back attitude. When I'm in town and have to choose between OG and Cheetah's, lately I seem to go for Cheetah's because the atmosphere is somehow friendlier. At OG you will have many more girls to choose from, especially on Friday and Saturday nights. The attractive factor of the girls at Cheetah's range from 5 to 7 for the most part. With 5's and 6's prevailing. As a club I would have to rate OG higher than Cheetah's because of the size of the building and the number of girls and the overall "presentation" as a strip club. Nevertheless, I happen to like Cheetah's because it is less pretentious.

Others have described the layout of Cheetah's so I'll skip that. The other day I walked in about 5PM and there was a medium size crowd with about 20 dancers visible. I proceeded straight to the far end of the club and sat with my back to the wall. Even before I could order a drink this cute little girl in a plaid skirt came to ask me for a dance. She had the flattest pair of tits I've ever seen on any girl over the age of six. She let me see and feel her brownish nipples that were nearly the size of half-dollars. Normally I like 'em a little better developed than that, but I was intrugued by the school-girl outfit. Since I had just sat down, I asked her to come back after I got settled. Most girls take that as a polite "no thanks." In this case I really did want her to return, but she never did. For the next couple of hours I watched for her to appear again. I didn't see her after that and the club isn't that big, so she must have gone home. Oh well!

After turning away several nice looking women who just didn't ring my bell, a soft-spoken woman in her early 30's approached me for a dance. Apparently she had just arrived for work and I was her first customer of the night. She wasn't the flashiest looking sports car on the lot, but she had a certain charm about her so I invited her to sit on my lap. As we chatted about nothing I turned loose my "Roman" hands to test her reaction. She seemed to get into it, so I asked her to dance, and then another, and another... As she straddled me face to face on the chair, I had her left titty in my right hand as she was grinding her puss against my rod. Her eyes were closed, she was breathing hard. With my left hand I slyly slipped her g-string aside so she would have one less layer of cloth to interfere with her ecstacy. After she was done I paid her for three songs and she left. I never did see her again that night either. I guess she had nothing left to give - or maybe she went home to shower and change clothes.