The Library, formerly Cheetahs, is best known for being the strip club where the cult movie Showgirls was filmed, including the famous scene where Elizabeth Berkley licked the stripper pole. There’s a good reason the movie was filmed here. Showgirls was released in 1995 and the early 1990s were Cheetahs’ glory days, when it was mob-owned, full of beautiful topless dames, and the best strip club in Vegas.
New management took over in September 2019.
The club has a big main stage and two smaller stages, all dimly lit, but you can sit on the rail and watch the dancers comfortably; the few flashing lights aren’t irritating. However, this is primarily a lap-dance club, not much of a club for watching dancers on stage.
The G-Spot room (their group VIP) is now $100 for four dances with no drink requirement. VIP dances in the open-doored private booths are $300 for 30 minutes (it used to be $240) and you have to buy champagne (the old price of $240 used to include $40 in drinks).
The Library charges $10 admission, even for locals and out-of-towners who drive themselves. That is unheard of for a topless club in Vegas. The only other topless club I can remember charging everyone admission was Glitter Gulch, the former tourist trap downtown. They used to charge admission because once a guy had actually entered the place his first impulse was always to flee.
When it was Cheetahs, they did a remodel a few years back that, in my opinion, missed the boat. Cheetahs used to be the darkest topless club in town—they had darkness down to an art form. A single subdued violet tube light ran along the ceiling—the kind of thing you used to see with lava lamps in guys’ basement man caves. That was it.
The feeling of the place was something like a high-school make-out party. Though it was smaller and older than other clubs, that darkness made it lap-dance heaven.
It didn’t even matter that they no longer had the best-looking dancers in town. You couldn’t see the dancers anyway. You had to be careful, when you were looking for a seat, that you didn’t happen to sit in some guy’s lap. That could happen if he was some goth freak wearing black clothes. On the other hand, he might have slipped you a twenty before he realized you weren’t a girl.
Then Cheetahs did their remodel job to brighten the place up and try to make it look new. Now, instead of darkness and an interesting retro style, it just looks like a worse version of every other strip club in town.