Larry Flynt has done plenty for a lot of people, from expanding the bounds of free
speech, to somehow making Woody Harrelson look dashing by comparison. And now he’s giving you one of Vegas’s biggest stripper bonanzas: the Hustler Club.
Literally seconds from the strip, 50-foot-torch-fronted Hustler’s a 70,000sqft boob-hemoth: three stories, five bars, 20 VIP suites, a fully stocked Hustler apparel shop, an expansive roofdeck, and a locker room big enough for 1,000 ladies hellbent on getting their college education. Glorious lap-dance-including general admission gets you onto the silver-heavy first floor, with a giant pole-dotted silver-glittered stage at the center that’s also rigged for Cirque du Soleil-style stripper acrobatics, silver alligator print seating, pink alligator ottomans, and silver-topped bars with a slew of flatscreens, because really you came here to watch Arena Football highlights on ESPN News. The pricier Gold Level nets you a completely glass stage and helpful service from waitresses in gold mini-skirts/boots/pasties, plus one-of-a-kind VIP rooms, including an Arabian den, one with zebra couches and purple-striped walls, and a girly pink bedroom, in which you run the risk of your stripper totally ignoring you to cut out magazine pictures of Jared Leto.
That third level’s actually a massive roof deck which can be rented out (their ideas: bachelor parties, corporate events, and...weddings?) boasting 360-degree Strip (and stripper!) views and inflatable hot tubs, making you realize another thing Larry Flynt’s done for you: furnished you with a pair of hot tub flotation devices for the cost of a lap dance.
