StripSearch - Neptune's Booty (Patreon)

(TOTALLY UNRELATED - Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day)

Type: Full Nude/Showcase, Full Bar

Avast lubbers!  There be a fine show and plunder to be had at Neptune’s Booty!  Each night, the dread Captain Blackbush and her fearsome crew of lusty cutthroats has pulled into port for a harsh night of debauchery!  However, the dominating Captain Bella Bodoni has her eye set on punishing as many pirates as she can clap in irons!  Belly up to the bar for tiki drinks and tropical eats as our pirates face off against the King’s best.  Loser gets bent over a barrel and must suffer the lash!

Donna’s Notes

Okay, so I was clued in a little bit before I ever got here, but we’ll get to that later.  There’s a warning on the door saying “You will get wet”, but it’s tongue in cheek.  Take this warning seriously!

This place is not a strip club, it is a full blown showcase.  All of the dancers, and there were many, did both individual sets, and more than a few choreographed shows throughout the night.  There was a lot of swinging from ropes, sword fighting (and of course, slicing bits of costumes off) and overall a lot of ensemble cast doing a whole story plot.

In between the plot girls would take to the pole or ropes and do individual dances for tips while the dancers who were not up in the spotlight wandered the floor hamming it up with customers.

Now, I had been warned before I got here, so when I was approached by Captain Blackbush herself for a dance, I knew what was coming.  She led me away from my table to a shallow pool with a seat in it, and I stripped down to the bikini I was wearing under my clothes right then and there.

The dance was a lot of fun, otters always bring their A-game when they get to play in the water.  I feel a little bad for folks who don’t come prepared, they’ll be walking out of the club soaked, and NOT in the fun way.

Still, if you head there, plan to spend HOURS.  The show starts around nine, with the final act just before midnight (After which it just breaks down into dances and music for the night).  However, at midnight, they two opposing crews tally up their tips for the night, and then the losing crew’s captain is bent over a barrel and spanked on stage.  So a little incentive to hustle.

Finally, the bar and kitchen.  So, I love me the Tiki Bar.  Trader Vic is my spiritual advisor and anything that will serve up a fruity rum drink in an ugly mug is aces in my books.  Their beers and wine selection is okay, but nothing shocking, but this place shines when it comes to Tiki drinks.  Kitchen mostly serves the sort of things you’d find sitting next to a Zombie, so no unhappy surprises.

Final note, I’m dragging Frankie there next month for research.  And no, I’m not going to warn her in advance.