Mr. Glitterati

Gentlemen’s clubs have a long, proud history of innovation, from the earth-shattering invention of the “Live Nude Girls!” slogan to the brave young women who gave their lives attempting the first Helicopter. Luckily, that spark of genius remains alive and well today, and it’s about to change everything one more time.

We give you the first free lap dance, now being hatched at the soft-open den of iniquity (slash research lab) known as Lollypop’s with every second drink.

The spot itself is a modern update to the refined establishments you know so well, nestled in the former Mile High Club space with a catwalk-and-private-room setup that should be pleasantly familiar. But around the time you finish your second drink, you may notice a comely young dancer approaching you with a decidedly come-hither stare, and leading you to a more secluded corner for a little quality time on the house. In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s the future.

Of course, man does not live by private dances alone, so the folks behind the one-way glass have thrown in a few curveballs to keep your attention, like regular afterhours lingerie parties and the odd visits from burlesque troupes. If you want something even more spectacular (and, compared to a burlesque show, that’s a tall order), stop by for the grand opening on Halloween: to mark the occasion, a motorcycle-riding daredevil will jump over the building, Knievel-style.

Fortunately, he’ll be fully clothed.

When last there was a gentlemen’s club in Vegas called Crazy Horse—the famed Crazy Horse Too—things got crazy. A little too crazy.

After a dazzling legal battle involving racketeering, extortion and tax evasion (things that any respectable gentleman’s club should be involved with), the beloved destination was finally shut down by the Feds. Not since Roy’s tiger mauled him has a loss stung this deeply.

But as you well know, you can’t keep a good horse down…

Welcome to Crazy Horse III, the latest incarnation of Sin City’s wildest den of dance, now soft-open to the public a mere minutes from the Strip within the mazelike grandeur of the 40,000-square-foot complex called the Playground.

Before we get into the details, you should just know that if you ever had the urge to dine on spicy tuna rolls while smoking a hookah and watching Angel do the helicopter, this is the place for you. Make your way through the aforementioned Playground, where (rumor has it) the house band will be comprised of grizzled veterans from Anthrax and Alice in Chains, and where the bar offers a picture-window view of what’s happening inside CHIII.

Move past the crowd to settle into the stadium-style seats, where you can behold the goings-on much the same way ancient Romans viewed a gladiator fight. (Only we’re pretty sure they didn’t have sushi.) And, of course, should you wish to get a little closer to the action, a VIP room—complete with bottle service and, for reasons unknown, a pole—is awaiting.

We have no idea what happens after that.