I almost forgot to post about Playmates Club, the club that started this magical journey of mine. Playmates is way the fuck down in South Miami, which means that unless I were already down there for some reason, I’d visit one of the 20 closer clubs and avoid the 836/LeJeune/suicide.
Playmates Club should not be mistaken for Playmates Lounge, a crime against strip clubs next door to a fucking bait shop in Pompano. I can best describe the club as Tootsies-lite. The place is big and has a steady stream of bitches, but it’s manageable. You can watch the same bitch all night if you so choose. The drinks are pricey for a club in this location, but the cover’s only $5. The clientele is more black and Latino than you’ll find in any club outside of KoD, Take 1, and Secrets, which is cool. All races like pussy…except for Asians and Arabs, who I rarely see at any clubs.
The girls are decent. Not as hot as you’ll find in Tootsies or Scarlett’s, but they’re more authentic. Lots of 6″ lucite heels and impressive pole tricks. The occasional c-section scar. They all fucking ignored me (again, I’m female), which means they’re used to men bringing women who are just there to appease them.
It’s aight…as long as you don’t have a long drive home.