Poolside debauchery. Sweat-slicked bodies. Liquid lust by the gallon.

Forget everything you thought you knew about pool parties. Vegas is not here to throw a few inflatable flamingos in the water and call it a day. This is a full-blown aquatic orgy of bodies, beats, and bad decisions you’ll never regret. (But probably won’t remember.)

From mid-morning mimosa mischief to midnight champagne-soaked chaos, Vegas pool parties are where inhibitions come to die — and where fantasies come soaking wet and half-naked.

Here’s how it goes down (and who goes down) at the sexiest splash zones in Sin City:

Encore Beach Club — “I Came Three Times Before Noon”

—Jace, 25, Los Angeles

“We rolled into Encore Beach Club around 11 a.m., still buzzing from last night. Within twenty minutes, I was getting a tequila shot poured into my mouth by a girl in a see-through mesh cover-up. She didn’t bother with introductions — just grabbed me by the waistband and dragged me into the water. Her tongue was in my mouth before I could ask her name. Her hand was somewhere else. I swear to God, I came three times before noon. Once in the pool. Once in a cabana. Once in the hotel elevator. Welcome to Vegas.”

Marquee Dayclub — “That Bikini Never Made It Back On”

—Janelle, 22, Miami

“It was my first time in Vegas and I went hard. Marquee Dayclub had this electricity — like every person there was ready to either f*ck or fight. I locked eyes with this guy across the pool. Next thing I know, we’re in the hot tub, and he’s got both hands on my ass under the water. We snuck off to his suite at The Cosmopolitan and didn’t even make it to the bed.”

Drai’s Beachclub — “We Were a Hot Tub Thruple for 4 Hours”

—Luca, 27, Vancouver

“The energy at Drai’s was feral. I met this ridiculously hot couple — she had caramel skin and these hypnotic green eyes, he looked like a Calvin Klein ad. They invited me to their VIP hot tub, and we vibed so hard it was like we’d known each other forever. Hands everywhere. No one cared. It was four hours of whispering, moaning, splashing, and pretending the staff didn’t see what was going on. I never got their full names. Doesn’t matter.”

Wet Republic — “You Could Smell Sex in the Air”

—Tia, 23, Brooklyn

“At Wet Republic, everything smells like vodka, sunscreen, and sex. Just walking past the cabanas, you can hear giggles and moans and that unmistakable sound of skin slapping skin. It’s that kind of party. I danced topless with two girls from Sweden, then we all took turns straddling this insanely ripped bartender who gave us free shots. I think we made out with him? It’s blurry. My best friend ended up going home with a DJ’s manager. I went home with his assistant. Close enough.”

Tao Beach Dayclub — “The Pool Was Just Foreplay”

—Nathan, 26, Chicago

“Tao was pure sex. Every guy had abs, every girl had that slicked-up, glowy, ‘I-might-f*ck-you’ energy. I found myself pressed against this Brazilian goddess under a waterfall. We dry humped for ten minutes in front of an entire crowd and no one batted an eye. Later, we found a private daybed and let’s just say… the pool was just foreplay. I tipped the attendant to turn a blind eye. He said, ‘You’re not the first, bro.’”

Night Swim at XS — “Moonlight, Music, and Mutual Masturbation”

—Kai, 24, Atlanta

“Night swims hit different. It’s dark enough to be anonymous, but lit just right to catch every glint of wet skin. I ended up next to this girl with a silver tongue piercing and a thong bikini that barely existed. We were vibing to Calvin Harris, then our hands were under the water, doing things that would get us banned in daylight. We didn’t even talk. Just touched, came, and disappeared into the night. It was perfect.”

AYU Dayclub — “Her Thong Is Burned Into My Brain”

—Trevor, 21, Scottsdale

“I can’t stop thinking about her. Ebony skin, pink thong, hips that didn’t quit, braids dripping with water. She walked past me, glanced back, and smiled — like she knew. I followed her to the bar but lost her in the crowd. I jerked off thinking about her that night in the hotel bathroom while my boys were passed out. I still scroll through random people’s IG stories hoping she’ll show up. I’ll go back next summer, just in case.”

Marquee — “I Didn’t Know I Was Into Girls — Until Vegas”

—Megan, 25, a small town outside Munich, Germany 

 I came to Vegas with my best friend from college — both of us newly single and totally not looking for anything. The first day we hit the pool party at Marquee, and I swear, it was like stepping into another universe. Tan bodies everywhere. Girls in strappy bikinis grinding each other, guys rockin’ banana hammocks, throwing back tequilas, shotgunning seltzers, and the DJ playing something that made your pulse sync up to the bass.

I was nervous. I’d never kissed a girl before — never even thought about it. But then she came up to me. Blonde, tall, eyes like lightning. “You’re too cute to be sitting by yourself,” she said, handing me a tequila soda like we’d known each other forever. I looked at my friend, and she just gave me this look like, go.

A few drinks later, I was dancing on a ledge with her, her hands on my waist, my lips on her collarbone. By sunset, we were naked in her suite at Resorts World. The water from the rooftop hot tub was still in my hair when I went down on her.

I flew home sore and sorely confused. But in the best, most electrifying way.

Encore Beach Club – “We Took Molly. We Fell in Love.”
–Juan Carlos, 30, Miami 

 It started like every other wild night in Vegas. Me and my situationship, Lexi, flew in from Miami, no plans, just vibes. We dropped Molly before heading into Encore Beach Club at Night — just a quarter tab at first, just enough to melt the edges.

An hour later we were rolling hard. The music felt like it was coming from inside my body. Lexi pulled me into a slow grind under the strobe lights, and when she looked at me, I could feel her eyeballs boring into my soul. Something clicked. 

We danced, made out, ordered five bottles of champagne for people we didn’t know, and ended the night on a giant pool float with our arms around each other, whispering secrets we’d never told anyone. I said, “I think I could love you,” and she said, “I already do.”

We got married three months later. In Vegas. Same club. Same DJ.

Tao Beach – “I Took Shrooms and Kissed a Mermaid”
—Mac, 29, Trophy Club, Texas 

My girlfriend and I microdosed before going to Tao Beach. Just a cap each — enough to loosen up and make the sun feel extra sexy. The colors were insane. The water looked like liquid glass. And then this woman appeared — wearing this blue-green bikini that shimmered like fish scales. 

“You look like a mermaid,” I said. She smiled and said, “That’s because I am a mermaid.”

My girlfriend didn’t even blink when the mermaid kissed me. She just watched, smiling, sipping her frosé like it was the most natural thing in the world. (And trust, if I even looked at a girl back home, my girlfriend would have up and left.) 

I swear, when I touched that mermaid, I saw galaxies.

Tips for Making the Most of the Madness:

• Sunscreen is essential — not just for your skin, but for your stamina.
• Drink water, not just vodka. Hydrate if you want to stay hard/hot all day.
• Consent is king — hot doesn’t mean available. Read the room (and the signals).
• Always pack extra condoms, gum, and a change of clothes. Just trust us.
• Don’t be the creep. Be the fantasy.

In Vegas, your poolside dreams don’t stay dreams for long.
They get wet, wild, and way out of hand — in all the right ways.

So go ahead. Dip in. Strip down. And let yourself get swept up in the biggest, baddest, sexiest splash of your life.