8 Best Nightlife in Las Vegas, Nevada

At the Rhino, as everyone calls it, you can expect a veritable onslaught of gorgeous half-clad women and an international name brand trusted by both dancers and customers alike. The place got a late start in Vegas, but it grew fast, expanding its original space to more than 20,000 square feet in 2019. There's an adjoining shop for lingerie, sex toys, and various other implements of physical naughtiness. The Rhino is open 24 hours, and while that's not an exclusive claim, it's the only topless club in the industrial corridor that's known for having daytime/lunch traffic, and—especially if you call ahead to inquire—a chance of seeing a dancer onstage before dark.

The lone topless club in the convention corridor is smaller than the splashy ones to the west, but has long benefited from its location: across the street and literally within stumbling distance of Virgin Hotels Las Vegas (formerly the Hard Rock Hotel). The location was grandfathered: the club was one of the first strip joints in town in the 1970s, and one of the first to embrace the upscaling to "gentlemen's club" in the 1990s. Beyond the industry-standard free limo rides and VIP packages, the real novelty here is the nightly 11 pm presentation of a formal show, "A Touch of Burlesque."

The builders of this club might have never anticipated the windfall headed its way in the form of Allegiant Stadium, which turns out to be within walking distance. Crazy Horse was already in the top tier of the local skin game. The name that stuck (after previous incarnations as Sin and the Penthouse Club) is an homage to the bygone Crazy Horse II, which long ruled in the industry's smaller more downscale era. This version now has a center stage in-the-round and the more typically plush trappings of the modern era, as well as a kitchen to serve up pizzas and a "Taco Tuesday" promotion. Checking the website in advance might pay off with package deals that include limo transportation and drink credits.

Both the name and the scale of this one might be familiar to those who visit topless clubs in their home towns. Déjà Vu is part of a national chain, and the single-stage club is small compared to its increasingly grandiose competitors. But this branch has been spruced up with new carpet and the like. It also stays competitive with its $30 cover (compared to $50 or more at the splashier clubs) and is arguably within walking distance of the Strip—at least from the Fashion Show mall. The place is absolutely packed on Tuesday when all drinks are $2, and Sunday brings a uniquely popular "Sunday School" promotion in which the gals wear naughty schoolgirl outfits and bottles are $99.

The late porn mogul Larry Flynt’s name is displayed prominently on this massive (70,000-square-foot) three-story den of iniquity, allowing the whole second floor to be a VIP area with sky boxes. The main floor, lined with discretely curtained lap-dance areas, has a circular main stage, a pod stage, and even two (covered) dancers on top of the main bar top. There’s an attached Hustler Hollywood store with all manner of exotic clothing and sundry sexual accessories. The high-profile location—it's right alongside Interstate 15 with its name in giant lights—may also help explain cover charges around $50 a person. Thursday through Saturday find the Kings of Hustler male revue up on the rooftop deck, where "girls night out" parties can watch male dancers in G-strings against a panorama of the Las Vegas skyline. The rooftop also hosts the Terrace Mediterranean restaurant and a revolving slate of performances such as a Motown revue.

"The Pal" is one of the oldest strip clubs in the area—it opened, appropriately, in '69 (1969 that is) and was a favorite spot for certain members of the Rat Pack. It also is one of Las Vegas's most notorious haunts; two separate owners have been accused of murders, and it was also owned briefly by a noted heart surgeon. Because the club was grandfathered into the North Las Vegas zoning codes, it's allowed to have both a full bar and full nudity (elsewhere in town, you can't have both). There's also a burlesque stage.

Sapphire is billed as "the world's largest gentlemen's club," and until willing volunteers comb the globe to verify the claim, there's no disputing it here. After all, Sapphire was once a gym, which explains the 70,000-square-foot sprawl and the adjacent swimming pool, which operates seasonally as Sapphire Day Club (it's not topless, but there's plenty of indoor-outdoor commerce if you find a dancer you like outside working on her tan). There are no bargains here beyond the usual free-transportation and VIP-upgrade promotions, but the sheer spectacle when you first walk in may well justify the inflated drink prices and $50 cover. The adjacent El Dorado Cantina shares an owner and many customers but is a worthy enough 24-hour Mexican restaurant in its own right. Resorts World is now across the street and has brought a crosswalk and traffic light to the intersection just across from the club at Industrial Road—an addition only more likely to keep Sapphire at the top of the jiggle-joint heap.

Topless club veterans could be a little confused here: the location of one mainstay, Cheetah's, has (thanks to a new owner of three Southern California clubs) assumed the whimsical name of a bygone East-Side institution (advertised by a highway billboard slogan every school kid could recite: "Dozens of gorgeous librarians"). Cheetah's was featured in that pinnacle of late-20th-century cinematic excellence Showgirls, and The Library preserves its competitive policy of cover charges lower than the bigger, fancier clubs in the same area.