In a sea of swirling lights and driving music, raven-haired Camila Rosa kneels submissively atop the bar and frantically pounds the surface with her arms as streams of water strike her svelte body from three directions. Dressed only in skimpy black-leather hot-pants and bikini top, she undulates wildly from side to side as her wet hair slings water out onto the crowd packed tightly up against the bar.

It's supposed to be an act—just some flashy entertainment for the crowd—but, for some indefinable 2am-of-the-soul reason, things have moved well past libidinous exuberance and entered the realm of blatant exhibitionism. A Bob Fosse-moment, to be sure.

At the far end of the bar, two other girls dressed in bronc-busted cowboy hats and tight leather chaps that reveal their exceptionally well-structured posteriors, walk authoritatively up and down the bar selecting victims to receive their special treat. As they pick their next target—this time a muscular Latino male—one girl pulls his head back by the hair, while the other pours a shot of fire-water straight down his throat.

It's 2am, and the South Beach Coyotes are tearing it up at Miami Beach's Nerve nightclub.

While The Coyotes are an obvious spin-off from the movies Coyote Ugly and FlashDance, they also add a special Miami flare to their performances, and things tend to heat-up rather quickly, especially with Nerve's rowdy Tuesday night crowd.

The group was formed when a dancer named Hind pitched the idea to five of her dancer/model friends. "I went to one in New Orleans and I really liked it...and the guys loved it" she says. "But there were more bartenders than entertainers, so I said, 'we can do the same thing here in Miami, 'but put more beautiful girls on the bar... to dance all night up on the bar.'"

Playboy model Ingrid Perrier

Tuesday nights in South Beach have always been marked by a departure from the usual "VIP" club routine so prevalent every other night of the week. Off-beat entertainment at places such as Automatic Slim's on Washington Avenue are the order of the day when Tuesday rolls around. 

But, Nerve up on 23rd Street has most recently led the way with a special brand of rowdiness unlike anywhere else in town. Music by DJ Snezana approaches surpreme shit-kickedness setting the perfect mood, and the string of bras and panties hanging on the clothesline that spans the club are also a nice designer touch.

But, it's the all-night performance of the six-girl South Beach Coyotes team that whips Nerve's Tuesday night crowd into a frenzy. As one of the girls says, "It's the hottest place to be—$2 beer, $3 shots, and you get to be part of the entertainment!"

Brazilian beauty Camila Rosa, with her hair still damp from the FlashDance routine, is now back up on the bar doing a sultry dance number with two other girls, while some guy from Sweden is busy grabbing a quick kiss from Playboy model Ingrid Perrier.

And off to one side, Nerve's entertainment director, Rudolf—the one-name-wonder who has mentored world-class nightclubs from New York to Paris—looks on in amazement at the intensity of the fun & games, while South Beach Magazine writer John Buchanan pontificates on the perils of nightlife, "I should get help before it's too late—actually, it is too late."

Just another Tuesday night with the South Beach Coyotes at Nerve.