Savage Men

It was so boring that the woman that was sitting next to me fell asleep! The folding chairs are crammed too close to one another. The drinks were expensive and the music was very loud. The guys couldn’t dance and all of their moves were like they were having sex. Most of the time the guys were running around the room like a bunch of monkeys shaking it for money. The host had the friends of all the bachelorettes come on stage and cover them with money and while they were dry humped the rest of the guys were out in the audience trying to get more money. It’s $ 20 to get a massage from any of them but you are not told that until you say yes. This show is far from being classy like the Chippendale’s. But if you want to pay half naked guys rubbing you for two hours then go for it! This «show» is really very bad and a waste of time and money.

This place was quite disappointing. I came here with four of my girlfriends and we were treated rudely at the door. First of all… we had already purchased our tickets! I kept showing the guy at the door my receipt but he still wouldn’t let us in. Finally after about 10 or 15 minutes the manager came out and straightened things out.
Second, once we got into Boogie Nights at the Trop where the show is, the guys were all super aggressive with everyone, whether you’re looking for that type of attention or not and, none of the guys were good looking at all (I don’t want to be rude but come on… if you work in a place like this we’re expecting the guys to be above average looking, which none of them were). The place was dark and dingy and just felt disgusting, nothing like the pictures.
The show itself was horrible… it consisted of one guy coming out on stage dressed in a cheap Halloween costume. He would then go and molest the girl on stage and pretend to perform sexual acts on her. After twenty minutes of watching different girls getting dry humped in public me and my girls left. I had to go back to the hotel to take a shower… I just felt so dirty.

Best male strip show I have ever seen! So much better than Hunkamania in NYC! Great for a girls weekend. VIP is definitely worth it for a great view of the stage!

You could possibly have a very good experience here if you know in advance what you are getting into. So, I’ll do you a favor and tell you what no one told me: This place is BANANAS.
Interior is just a box filled with folding chairs arranged in rows with a bar and small 8×5 stage. Décor consists of wall mirrors.
The women are completely out of control. There must have been fifty females in that room and they were running amok. Six bachelorettes when on stage at different times, so I’m guessing there were at least eight bachelorette parties. Each group was like a little gang that was ready to do battle with another gang. I was bitched out about seating by at least four separate women and I had ice thrown at me whenever I blocked someone’s line of vision. I’m honestly surprised a giant cat fight never broke out in this place.
The deal with the dancers is this: every 20 minutes a different guy does a show, while two or three dancers work the crowd. The dude on stage is certainly entertaining, although beware of volunteering to go up there! You WILL be man-​handled. At the end of the act the MC hints there may be full nudity but fortunately I did not see any. The men in the audience will come over and dance with one person at a time. They are very good at what they do and have a pretty good gauge of who is completely terrified and who is loving it. I was shy and they pretty much left me alone but I saw some women who were very, very into being flipped upside down, having their breasts jiggled, putting their hands in the dancers pants, letting the dancer put his hand up their skirts, etc, etc. One bummer was we got a bit hustled into accepting a massage for the bride to be which cost $ 20. I think dances were free with the $ 30 door cover.
I would say cons are:
— bartender was mostly non-​existent and drinks were whatever
— no crowd control
— strange seating
— vicious patrons
— we got a bit hustled
Pros:
— spectacular DJ
— entertaining dancers
— wild free-​for-​all

I had a purse full of singles… let’s just say that none of it saw the light of this shady, shady place.
My friend and I went on a Saturday night so the place was actually pretty packed (I think most people were there for birthday parties and bachelorette parties). I wouldn’t exactly call this a strip show — there was not much dancing or stripping. I’m not going to get into too much detail but the whole experience was pretty trashy, and not in a good way. No amount of alcohol would have made this experience enjoyable. Please do yourself a favor and skip this!

Wow. What a hot, hot mess.
So one of my favorite girls is getting married, and we (the bridesmaids/​gay groomsmen) and some associated lovely ladies decide to take her out to a male revue for her bachelorette weekend in AC. (Okay, maybe she kind of demanded it — hehe.) Not an uncommon scenario.
So one of the Gays of Honor made all the arrangements, and he booked us a VIP package from
, which according to their website (as of right now still current) included:
Includes seating up to ²⁰⁄₂ bottles Champagne /​1 Group Picture /​1 hot seat for Bachelorette or birthday girl /​1 sexy Massage from our Massage Hunks /​3 premier table Dances from our featured performers /​— only $ 749
So for starters, let’s break this down. After paying $ 800 for our twenty people, we get to the club a half hour before the show’s supposed to start, and they don’t have our reservation. Instead, they have the name of the Gay of Honor who booked the reservation (paid in advance, mind you) as a party of 1.
Ohkay.
So after not letting us in at the door, and the manager actually posting two strippers at the entrance to make sure we didn’t come in past some certain invisible line, the manager/​head dude in charge manages to find seating for our party.
(Sadly, the fact that they seated us meant that they had to create extra seating for the twenty-​some-​odd girls they’d overbooked when they lost our reservation — there were seriously like five girls sitting on a side bar.)
The show started half an hour late, which kind of sucked. But the next perk of this fairly expensive package was that we were supposed to get two bottles of champagne; they only gave us one. When the Gay of Honor pointed this out, they told him no, it was one bottle. Despite our insistence, we never got the second bottle we paid for.
The three free table dances from the featured performers? No. We didn’t get any of those. In fact, several ladies from our party ended up having to pay for them.
We got the sexy massage for our Bachelorette, so that was good — and to be fair, the dude was super hot and gave her plenty of attention. But that really had to happen considering the way they did her dirty for the Hot Seat.
The Hot seat is a special chair dance. The way they did them in the first half of the show was that three bachelorettes/​birthday girls/​whatever would be called up on stage at a time; the dancer would then flip them around, hump them, bite dollar bills out of their cleavage, etc. In general, the strippers were pretty hot, and a couple of them were actually really great dancers. However, the one that our girl got was neither. He was old; his skin was leathery, his arms looked like they were wasted from steroid abuse. He took forever to strip, and seemed like he was not into it at all.
Worst of all, he BARELY TOUCHED our girl. Seriously.
There were two other girls on stage; he basically ignored our girl and this other girl, paying all his attention to Bachelorette #3. It was so bad that our girl actually just left the stage in the end. There was no humping, no touching, no pelvic thrusting; he gave her a kiss on the cheek after he took a dollar from her.
I am dead serious.
(Although she should probably be grateful because that dude was for real lookin’ rode hard and put away wet.)
To cap off this fine event, we got passes for free admission to a club at the Tropicana, where the drinks were way overpriced and nothing too remarkable was going on. And that’s all well and good — but for the money we paid, we’d have been better off hiring a stripper to come to our hotel and going out afterward.
Overall, the customer service was terrible; these people were disorganized and totally uncooperative and unapologetic about it. They refused to fix their mistakes or even acknowledge them, and at the end of the night, we were out forty bucks a head to watch some nasty old stripper man ignore our friend.
Other parties there had similar problems; one of our party overheard the manager threaten to kick out a girl from another party when she insisted on getting what she paid for.
Thank god we know how to have a good time on our own; if we’d left it up to the Savage Men, we probably would have offed ourselves before the third act!
Don’t bother with these guys. They are a hot mess.