Larry Flynt’s Hustler Club

Won’t even give this place a half a star it sucks walked in was forced to check my coat in. Had a girl come up to my table offer a massage which ended up costing me $ 100 and she was forcing me to drink my drink kept Tryna hand it to me and Tryna distract me but flipping my hair in my face and shit her friend came over and grabbed my boyfriend cock Tryna distract him and tried to bring us both upstairs for $ 300 to the private room .the hoes roofed our drinks and my boyfriend saw it Tryna mouth to me stop drinking I got my shit left there feeling weird and unable to stay awake daze feeling like I was going to vomit cuz hoe roofed me. Will never go back here bitch deserve a smack and this place should be shut down.

Off top I’m not a nudy bar kinda guy that’s partially based on the way my wallet is set up and partially based on the way my integrity finds no pleasure on seeing chicks get naked and it not be for our mutual benefit physically (keep your opinion about my opinion to yourself, unless you’re a woman and know about TP2​.COM track #2).
Anyway I was there cuz a promoter I know set it up for free whisky on the rooftop bar, I’m always at any function with free liquor. On the plus there was no cover, surprisingly not crowded and the chicks weren’t pressing the issue. On the flip side I HATE ugly strippers! Look I understand most dudes aren’t there for face time but nooooo man wanna see any chick with a bomb body and bum face. Feels like I was looking at dudes with tits. *thumbs down emoji* Then the chicks were upstairs smoking hella cigarettes smiling in people face with yellow smoker teeth like a substitute teacher. Kid you not bro, one was black with white elbows (that means she used no lotion) another had chipped nail polish on her fingers and toes, man listen if that ain’t the most unprofessional thing a nudy bar employee can do I don’t know what is. Then the final straw… These clowns had the nerve to actually run outta whisky! Really N-​Word??? Larry Flynt had to be rolling over in his grave! Needless to say I took my leave at that point.
Go on over there if you want. Don’t act surprised when a chick with minor chest hair gives you a lap dance.
PS… Larry Flynt not dead in real life.

More of a casual spot then a «place to be». Girls were hit or miss, nothing much to see here. Didn’t even try to dance when on stage. Strippers sat around in groups chatting while patrons were available all over the. The rooftop was alright though. Overall, I’d come here if every other spot is dead and I wanna see some skin while I drink.

The building got bought last year by some big real estate investors. They are converting it to something else. I think the Hustler Club is now closed.
It used to be an OK strip club…

What a crap place I went in just to see something new on my birthday I got inside and the layout looks cool decided to go to the bar and get a drink nothing too heavy since I was driving home barely got my drink before I was assaulted by two dancers I explained it was my birthday and I was checking the place out and they of course insisted I get a dance by both of them I curiously asked the price of a dance and I’m told 800 for 30 min I’m like woh noo then they go down to 500 for 20 then 240 for 10 I turn my attention to my drink that I haven’t even paid for yet and one of the girls grabs it and says come you can bring the drink too the other girl grabs my arm and proceeds to lead me to the vip I tell them I dont have the cash so they then lead me to the atm im way too nice hesitating at the atm while there helping me put in the amount on the keypad 240 plus 24 dollar atm fee after the whole ordeal I’d have to say the dance was crappy and definitely not worth anywhere near what they shafted me for I got back to the bar and the bartender informed me I owe her 16 dollars for the drink and I guess feeling sorry for me gave me a drink for my birthday on the house I went to the hustler and got hustled should have known better not the place to go for people who have a hard time saying no.

Surprisingly awesome for a place that’s gets by more on it’s name than anything else. A bit empty but the service was great — besides suckering one dude at our table to buy 2 $ 200+ bottles because it was ‘cheaper per person’ than the 2 $ 20 drink minimum per person… some sketchy shit goes on in the back even though they ‘aren’t allowed to solicit’ haha

The space reminds me of a Broadway show set for some reason… really brightly lit, flashy and colorful. The girls on a random Friday night got hotter and hotter as the night went on. or was it the scotch that got me thinking that… I digress!
Ended up here one night with a bunch of my pole dance class girls (yes it’s a real workout class you nitwit) and 3 guys. We tucked our group into one of the boxed seating areas and the minute bottles were set down we had girls flying in left and right. Very aggressive about lap dances and very sneaky about giving someone a lapdance in the middle/​end of a song and not saying anything and continuing onto the next song and charge for 2 dances when technically it was just 1.5…
Waitresses are really friendly and attentive and love the masseuse staff they have too! The more «private» balcony area really wasn’t worth it since it didn’t seem that private. The floor manager got upset at our group because one of the stripper chicks let one of the ladies in my group show her an inversion trick on the pole. But worked out in the end.
I don’t think I’ll be back to this one again although I have to say I did have an amazing dance from one chick, name eludes me though. It was good for an experience but doubt it’ll become one of the usual places I venture to again.

Interesting looking place. Fun décor. The rooftop is definitely worth a look see.

went here late night around 3:00 after a night in meat packing.
it was late so we skipped the cover.
venue is spacious. got a classy vibe to it.
got a big outside balcony section upstairs for smokers.
nice looking bathrooms.
got a table and ordered a few drinks.
waitresses are cute & are attentive.
had some girls come sit on my lap.
super pushy about lap dances.
told them no thank you & they leaped out my lap like it was on fire.
girls dancing on stage had some moves. good looking gal classic big booty & giant fake tits. threw her a few bucks for the show.
some other girls came up to me asking for dances. i told them no thank you & pulled out some singles to tip them just for asking me & showing me attention. girl told me, «I DON’T WANT YOUR ONES. IT’S DISRESPECTFUL. I GET A THOUSAND ONES THROWN AT ME A NIGHT «.
i’m thinking to myself… bitch I’m trying to give you free money for just being pretty. you’re selling your body for quick cash… how the fuck am i being disrespectful?
overall girls are average hot.
a few are porn star caliber & some were normal looking girls with great bods.
hustler club is most likely only fun is you ready to drop a couple thousand.
classier strip club, but doubtful ill be making a return.

I had one of the best lap dances of my life here. Granted, that’s probably because I’m a female and female patrons seem to get a little more attention than the regular old Joes. But, if all the girls here could be as attentive and be *into it* as the girl I had (eye contact, not rushing, enjoying herself, allowing little touches here and there), this would be the best strip club in NYC.

My wife and I stopped in for a drink since the club was around the corner from our hotel. What a huge mistake! At 10pm on a Friday, there was no one there. The dancers sat around (no one was dancing on stage), ignoring everyone. You would think that with no one there they would interact in an attempt to separate you from your wallet. They most get paid well for showing up because they had NO interest in dancing. There has to be better places than this in NYC.

$ 20 cover, $ 14 drinks, $ 20 lap dances, $ 120 private dances for 10 minutes. 3 floors, 1^st being the main stage, 2^nd being a small lounge area with a stage that looks down on the 1^st floor, and the 3^rd being the roof where you can smoke and sit at tables. So many 7−9s to choose from that it makes me want to come back on a weekend night.
The girls can get a little aggressive with trying to get you to buy a dance who don’t take no for an answer the first time. The 5−7s are the aggressive ones who sit on your lap. The 8−9s sit around and seem to not waste their time asking. Those girls look very exotic and quite intimidating.
Bottom line: It’s a pricey gentlemen’s club in Manhattan with really hot women.

***I was here for a Chivas tasting***
But I also came for the same reason why anyone comes here. To see the beautiful art that is the work of some of the greatest surgeons in the world. To that point, this place is like the Louvre. Much like the subtle smile of the Mona Lisa, the subtlety of some of the work here makes it hard to discern the natural masterpieces from the synthetics.
It’s definitely classy all around, the building, the bathrooms, the stages, décor, waitresses and the girls are at worst 9s.
But over the last few years, much like housing, finance and the rest of the economy, the stripping industry has been hit hard. The supply of lap dances has stayed the same or risen yet demand has dried up. So I understand that it may not be as great as it used to be.
So here are some useful tips for strippers to make themselves a bit more marketable:
1. Diversify your talents. You may be great on a pole (the metal one) or at giving a lap dance but when that’s not cutting it, develop more talents. Learn how to give a massage. Doesn’t have to be a professional one but after a long day in the office, is there a better way to relax than a nice sensual shoulder massage from a hot girl?
2. Be intimate. Although lap dances are supposed to by definition be intimate, often times they’re more routine and mechanical. Get close, breathe in his ear. He has 5 senses, try to hit on as many of them as possible.
3. Save time, develop a flow sheet. It’s tough to go up to a stranger and just try to sell yourself. Even in an environment where that’s normal, a minimal amount of rapport needs to be built, and this takes time. Time you could be using to make money giving lap dances. Instead, master doing this fast. Create a flow sheet that starts with Hi and goes to if A then C, if B then D and so forth. Don’t go beyond L. Don’t let conversations drag on and waste your time.
4. To the last point, have your go-​to regulars. These are crucial to your success as you don’t have to spend the time building rapport and they’re always good for a few bucks.
5. Which leads us to building your stable of regulars. Ask your customer some probing questions, where are you from (uptown vs. from another state here on vacation), what do you do (Investment banking vs. marketing) and so forth in order to get a sense of if he has the potential to be a regular.
If not —– go to the flow sheet and try to make a quick $ 20-​$ 600 depending on the situation but don’t spend more time than that.
If so —– this is going to involve some work and will be an all night/​multi night task.
— Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, keep an eye on your target. Make eye contact with him while you’re on stage or on some other guy’s lap. This will make him feel like he’s different or special and this is the key. Once the seed is planted, it’s just a matter of time.
For added points, coax the guy you’re dancing on to try to touch you and politely remove his hands. Make sure your target sees this. On the other hand, let your target do what you wouldn’t let the guy in marketing from the Bronx do.
Make note of the time/​dates he frequents the establishment. Although your co-​workers may be your friends, they’re also competition. When he comes in, make sure you pounce and feign genuine happiness/​interest in his life.
6. Enjoy yourself. I know it’s a job and jobs aren’t fun but if that’s your attitude, you won’t be able to hide it no matter how good of an actor you are. And guys are coming here to escape the stresses of their lives, not sense the stresses of yours.
7. Think of yourself as a baseball player. Even the ones that get hits only 30% of the time are in the hall of fame. Swinging and missing is apart of the game. Just make sure to give yourself 600 ABs.
I’m sure the demand for your lap dances will be back in the long run, but in the long run, you’re all gonna be 40 so google «how to give a massage» and make it work now. Good luck!

I won’t complain about the pricing. Strip clubs are expensive.
This club is beautiful inside and out.

Isn’t everything nicer when someone else foots the bill?! Came here with a group of fun ladies at the end of a wild night. The doorman told us it was $ 25 to enter. I was a little tipsy and chose to engage him with maybe a little more familiarity than I should have. It turns out that yes, you do in fact still need to pay a cover even if you don’t have a penis. I also learned that you do not need to pay a cover if a very generous (and lone male) member of your group decides to throw his credit card down and buy a table.
We were quickly whisked away to a semi private VIP table in the main room of the club. At 2am on a Saturday it was packed. They have a super high pole on the center stage (which sadly received minimal use throughout the time I was there) and two smaller poles on that second level that could be seen from below. Now to what you really care about… the girls. They were of mixed varieties. As others have said, no «10s» but pretty. They were slithering around in their barely there ensembles with razor sharp negotiating skills and dollar signs in their eyes.
Shortly after our bottle arrived, the host passed out what is known in strip club lingo as «funny money» or in Hustler land «beaver bucks.» What’s a girl to do with $ 200 in said beaver bucks? Spend it! I decided to spring for a lap dance. My first ever! I wanted to scan the room to make a worthwhile selection, but ending up opting for one of the girls that were stalking our table after seeing our cash stash distributed.
I was so confused about the etiquette. Do I pay in the beginning or at the end? Do I talk to her? How do I know when to stop? Do I just tell her to? I didn’t think that would be very nice. Finally I decided after two songs that I reached my «boob/​butt in my lap» limit. Afterwards, I gave $ 20 to the one girl that inverted on the pole all night and donated the rest to my friends.
Did I have fun? Hells yes! Would I go again? Sure… if someone else is paying.

Although I had nothing else to compare it to, I found my time at Hustler to be an interesting night of many firsts. First strip club, first naked lap dance, first $ 16 glass of strip club house red wine, first watching my friends being driven to ecstasy with «massages» around me, etc. So yes, as you can see, a night of many ADULT firsts. I can finally scratch all of these off my list now.
So let’s jump right to the girls, as come on, this is basically a «breasts on display» advertisement and no one is there for the architecture. Some of the girls were very hit or miss. Some had good bodies with faces to match while others were total butter faces and some just had bad bodies and bad faces. Also a lot of eastern Europe accents going around… I’m just saying. On to the good stuff. One of my accompanying friends for the evening bought me a lap dance for $ 20 from a lovely girl with real breasts named Dani to celebrate losing my strip club virginity. She was very sexy, petite with perky breasts and her long, blonde, wavy hair smelled wonderful. I want whatever conditioner she uses because that smell was intoxicating! Now because of my pole dancing exercise classes I am used to getting a lap dance from a woman but I must say that having a lap dance with naked breasts in your face kind of changes things a bit. I didn’t know where to look! There were too many things in my face all at once. Out of nervousness, I started talking to my girl as she gyrated her hips on me and touched herself. How long have you been doing this? How is your evening so far? She asked me questions too like how I was enjoying my first time ever at a strip club, etc. I asked if she had already danced on stage already as I thought I had seen her and she tells me she has an identical twin so it was probably her. Holy crap. Someone grab a tissue for the boys! As one of my guy friends reminded me that she isn’t paid to have a conversation with me, I then reminded him that I’m probably the best looking person she’ll touch all night so I’ll do what I want, haha.
I’m glad I’m a woman as I was harassed significantly less by the vulturing women for lap dances and «other» things. Someone we’ll call Woody might have gotten their balls locked in a choke hold as a means to convince him of enjoying the upstairs room at $ 600 for a half hour. Holy moly, at that amount there better be some kind of penetration. The gentleman that he is, he politely declined her brazen advances and watched the girls dance on stage. Some just really sucked and just stood there slowly moving offbeat to the music. Only two girls actually did any pole tricks and were any good. I educated my two male companions on what kind of tricks they were, what they were called etc. The pole was a spinning pole so these girls actually did some really amazing things that made me dizzy. I tipped those two accordingly. Many girls had boob jobs (duh) but I have to say I didn’t think they looked that good. One girl actually had a decent fake rack and I made sure to point those out as a good example of not overdoing it. Still, real breasts FTW.
Two rounds of drinks, a lap dance, and two massages later, we decided to call it a night. The three of us left and went to a bar in the Lower East Side for the final hours of the morning. If we had not been given the comped admission tickets from the Beer, Bourbon and BBQ festival, I probably would have thought less of the experience. I believe in not paying for female strip clubs if you’re a girl but that’s just me, haha. I have probably around 10 of those free passes left and I intend to make use of all of them eventually for a boy’s night out or something. For this kind of adventure, I think I’d prefer to be surrounded by men. It just seems more fun that way.

She put the lotion on the skin or else I’d get offered a dance again.
It was a good yet pricey massage but this is a strip club and not Three Happiness Golden Red Cat Lucky Spa (which probably does exist) so this be the deal and the highlight of this foray. Speaking of lucky we did have passes waiving the $ 20 cover which is quite a bit considering what you’re gonna spend after you get in.
We came to this classy-​lookin place to help fulfill a young Texan girl’s erotic journey from Houston to the West Side Highway. The talent ranges from busted Norwalk chick to forged-​by-​the-​gods-​of-​hotness so all attractive on average but the thing is that a lot of the women seem bored with their time up on stage and I don’t blame them either. I’d probably hate men too if I were them but that’s a discussion for the comments section of a Jezebel article and not this here review. I would have liked to seen more energy considering that each drink was around $ 16.
They’re gonna push private dances on you quite a bit so unless you came here specifically for that you’re gonna get annoyed and for the VIP room you better be slingin Tony Montana style or managing several hedge funds to drop that kind of money.
After getting our cohort her lap grind we had one more pricey round of drinks and split before the ATM came-​a-​callin’.

After the Beer, Bourbon, and BBQ festival, I wandered here with two Unilocalers. In order to protect the innocent, we’ll call them Laphael and Reslie. Reslie had never been to a strip club before so we thought we’d help her out.
Our taxi hurriedly pulled up next to the picturesque construction site on the West Side Highway where this place is located. We didn’t have to pay the cover thanks to the Hustler girls at the BBBQ.
We got a table right by the stage since there were only around 10 people there. We were immediately set upon by women offering us dances. We declined. We then ordered two glasses of bourbon and a glass of cabernet (I will let you guess who got what). For the privilege of consuming such beverages, we were charged only $ 58!
I am not a big strip club attendee*…I’d rather spend the money on a real girl or see the same thing on the internet, where I am far less likely to leave with feline AIDS. Even so, the experience here was far worse than expected. Each «dance» consisted of a girl getting on stage and literally just rocking back and forth for three songs. Sometime during that process she would undress and put her hands in the air. The pole mainly served as something to lean on as the girls yawned.
The one saving grace was the lap dance we bought Reslie. No one explained to her that the purpose of a lap dance isn’t to get to know the stripper. Watching Candy nakedly gyrate on the chair while Reslie attempted to find out about her hobbies and college major brought me joy and uncontrollable laughter.
This place is a total ripoff for very low quality. there are much better options in the city.
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* Ever since the incident at Rick’s Caberet in 2009

STAY AWAY AT ALL COSTS.
DO NOT USE A CREDIT CARD!
THEY WILL PUT HOLDS ON YOUR CARD AND WILL TAKE DAYS IF NOT WEEKS TO CLEAR.
If your looking for a place like this go somewhere else. There are far better places that will more cordially take your money and have better girls.
I purchased a bottle (first mistake) costing $ 350.
They forcefully ad $ 70 for tip. Upfront without even first having provided any service.
Then on top of all that they put a $ 200 extra hold on your card.
For a total of $ 600 for a liter of Bacardi.
All strip clubs are a rip of, understood but this is just absurd.
The girls are mediocre at best. The service leaves much to be desired.

This last time was my fifth time here. I’m not even going to comment on the price of things, because if you go to a strip club, you should know already that they overcharge for everything.
My gripe is for my debit card statement and how my server obviously added her own tip to my card. One round of drinks and shots for 4 was $ 100, and they automatically add on a $ 20 tip, so my total was $ 120…yet when I saw my statement, $ 150 had been taken out. I intend on disputing this. but the sad thing is, this happens to SO MANY PEOPLE THAT COME HERE. Keep your receipts, know the names of the women who wait on you, and make sure you fill out the receipt so that it cannot be altered.