Hotspot isn’t your average swinger club—it’s Central Florida’s no-frills, all-thrills, sex-positive playground. Forget the dress code and bring your own booze, because this place is about hookups, voyeur vibes, and letting it all hang out (literally). Theme nights add some spice—or at least a splash of clothing—but honestly, showing up naked works just as well.
They’re usually open on Saturdays, with the occasional Friday thrown in, and every so often they crank it up with a three-day marathon capped off by a Sunday pool party. Schedules here are about as predictable as Florida weather, so check their website for the latest details.
First impressions? Rolling up, the place looked like an abandoned house dipped entirely in boat-grey paint—yes, even the windows. Once through the gate, RVs camped on the right (dry camping, if that’s your thing) and parking on the left. You hand over your fee at a little window, then step into the club: small dance floor, DJ lights, a pole, and bar stools ready for people-watching.
Outside, you’ll find hot tubs and a pool (heated in winter) with plenty of lounge chairs for cooling off—or heating up again. No theme the night we visited, so the vibe was casual: ladies in clubwear, guys in shorts and tees (as we said, Florida chic, don’t expect upscale club wear for the guys).
The building itself is two stories of playtime: multiple playrooms upstairs and down, plus Veronica’s Closet—an authentic BDSM setup tucked away for those curious enough to peek. Most playrooms have several beds and minimal privacy, so bring your exhibitionist streak. There’s also a kitchen with snacks and mixers, and you can stash your bottle or bring it right to your table. Membership is now required (easy to grab online), but back when we went, you could just show up and dive in.
Most of the playrooms here are wide open—perfect for voyeurs—with a few couches tossed in for those who prefer a front-row seat. Downstairs, a couple of rooms have doors, though some with two beds inside, privacy doesn’t exactly seem like the goal. Everything looked clean, and fresh sheets are on hand (self-serve style). Bring your own condoms and lube—this isn’t a hotel minibar, folks. On that note: There’s no condom rule—it’s strictly a “your body, your choice” deal between you and your temporary partners.
Crowd-wise, it’s a mixed bag. Average age hovered in the late 40s, but we spotted some adventurous 20-somethings happily putting on a show. We were in our Mid 60's and did not feel out of place as well. As always, consent rules the room: plenty of action, but no one touches without permission.
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Forget the ball gowns and tuxes—Hotspot is more “jeans and swinger-tee” than black tie. Guys usually keep it casual with shorts/jeans or a shirt that leaves little doubt what they’re here for. The ladies? Think club-sexy: skimpy, sparkly, and hotter than the Florida sun. And once the music kicks in and the night heats up, don’t be surprised if some of that clothing mysteriously vanishes.
Hotspot lives in an old house that’s been reborn as a swinger’s playground—think less white picket fence, more pick-your-partner. You’ll still catch glimpses of its past life (hello, vintage kitchen cabinets), but the upgrades focus right where the action happens. The beds? Real, sturdy, and mercifully not inflatable. They’re topped with easy-clean covers so nobody loses sleep over “wet spot” drama, and there’s plenty of fresh bedding on standby when it’s your turn to shine. Downstairs rooms lean more private, while upstairs caters to the voyeurs, complete with couches that make front-row viewing of the action practically mandatory.
Don’t expect a fancy bar—this is more of a BYOB drop-off zone for your bottles. The DJ holds court, and while you can request your favorite jams, whether he spins them is anyone’s guess. The dance floor? Big enough to get things moving, complete with a stripper pole that’s practically an open invitation for the ladies. And since this is a swinger club, let’s just say panties are rare sightings—so when someone takes a spin on that pole, the view is… let’s call it “prime seating.”
Outside is a big, 4-foot-deep pool with a wraparound deck that screams clothing optional—and trust us, swimsuits are definitely the minority species here (bottoms included). Heated in winter… well, “winter” by Florida standards, which means almost never. Occasionally they throw in a foam party for good measure, though we missed that bubbly madness.
Surrounding the pool are three or four hot tubs, each big enough for six—or more, if you don’t mind a little creative stacking. Sex is fair game in the tubs (it is a swinger club, after all), though the exact etiquette on, ahem, “finishing moves” is left unposted. What we can say is everything looked clean and inviting—so yes, we happily dipped in.
Single guys aren’t banned here—they just get let in on select weekends. The big one? A Friday bash called Running of the Bulls (yep, you read that right). It usually happens the first weekend of the month and, from what we hear, draws quite the crowd. If hotwife or cuckold play makes your pulse race, this is probably your playground. Dress code for the gents doesn’t really change, but don’t forget the golden rule: RSVP or stay home. No RSVP, no entry—no matter how eager your bull horns are.
Prices here are a bit like the stock market—they go up, they go down, and everyone needs a membership just to play the game. Couples can expect to shell out north of $50, single men closer to $100 (yes, they’ll let you in, but they’re definitely making you pay for the privilege). As for single ladies? We’ve got no idea, but odds are it’s the cheapest ticket in town.
Pro tip: bring a fat wallet, a bottle of lube, and whatever party favors (condoms or otherwise) keep you comfortable. There’s no condom rule—it’s strictly a “your body, your choice” deal between you and your temporary partners.
Now, the vibe—that’s always the trickiest part to pin down. Hotspot seems to have its own “regulars club,” and they click together faster than lube on a leather couch. For a place that draws in travelers, you’d expect a bit more of a welcome wagon, but it took us some effort to break into the circle. We are older, but we’re not exactly wallflowers, so if it felt slow for us, newbies might need to work a little harder. To be fair, it could’ve just been the weekend we went—no theme, no big draw—though the place was still buzzing and plenty full.
So… would we go back? That’s the million-dollar question. Truth is, we’re not really “club people”—our bedtime comes before most of the action does. We did find a play couple and ended the night much later than we liked. Call it the joys of being seasoned swingers, but late nights are not a good vibe for us.
That said, the one event that still tempts us is their Running of the Bulls party. From what we’ve heard, it kicks off earlier, the ladies are primed for play, and the whole vibe is more open, more DTF, and less waiting around. If we return, that’s the party with our name on it.
For everyone else? Hotspot delivers the goods. The sex energy is as strong here as anywhere we’ve been. Just because we didn’t click that night doesn’t mean you won’t—your perfect party might be waiting right here.
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