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I ignored the reference to that supersexist creation myth, smiled, and took a long sip. It was delicious and hella alcoholic.
Meanwhile, there was trouble in pole paradise. A Latina girl with long dark hair and her tight little body crushed into a corset wanted to commandeer the blond's pole. After a brief discourse, Corset Girl mounted the other pole, swung a leg up, jumped, flipped backward, and drifted down.
Meanwhile, the blond watched and rolled the pole between her ass cheeks to the beat of Timbaland's "The Way I Are." "I'm about to strip and I'm well-equipped. Can you handle me the way I are?"
109 SW 3rd Ave.
Fort Lauderdale, FL 33312
Category: Bars and Clubs
Region: Fort Lauderdale
OMG, it was totally a pole-dancing dance-off! It ended with Corset Girl putting on her shiny silver stilettos and taking off with a roving pack of giggling girlfriends.
Afterward, I congratulated the blond pole dancer, who was fanning herself furiously and reclining on the sleek, black couch. She said her name was Chrissy (I think — the club was rather loud). She had beautiful skin and vivid eyes and somehow looked too — wholesome? — to be a stripper.
Turned out she learned her skills from a pole-dancing fitness class. "I have a 5-year-old son," she said. "I could never be a stripper!"
Next thing I knew, I was delicately balancing my drink and darting down the stairs. The dance floor was getting a bit packed, and I felt an immediate, alcohol-inspired need to inspect it.
By then, groups of girls were out en masse and a posse of lean, muscular guys had begun break dancing. Taio Cruz's "Break Your Heart" blasted from the speakers. The scene was all hot bodies and cold drinks. It was the perfect party scene — intimate but high-energy, busy but still enough space to dance.
I grabbed Michelle, a petite young woman with cropped dark hair and freckles.
"In five words or less, tell me how you like the Green Room," I screamed into her face.
"One word," she shot back: "AMAZING!"