Club 718 Review

What used to be called Club Fantasy is now called Club 718. OMFG, not really sure what to say in this review, as this was the most unusual time I've ever had in a strip club. The TLDR is no, don't bother to come here. The longer story is that I am still shaking my head about what a total waste of time it was to come here.

I was stuck in Charlotte overnight on business and, knowing that the clubs there are very low mileage, I headed across the state line to South Carolina to see some naked girls with the hope of a little extracurricular activity not available most places in North Carolina. My first stop was Crazy Horse in Rock Hill (see separate review), which I hoped would be an appetizer for this place. I was drawn to check this club out because, though I am white, I really like to visit black clubs now and then, especially if they're all nude, and some of the recent reviews made it sound like there were good times to be had in the VIP at a reasonable price. I had PM-ed one of the reviewers a couple of weeks ago and got some additional intel, and it sounded like it would be worth the drive. I was told they don't open until 10:00, and sometimes the girls don't show up until 11:00. I didn't want to make it a really late night, since I was going to have to drive back to Charlotte (about 40 minutes) and get up and report to a work appointment the next morning, but I thought I'd give it a shot.

I arrived about 10:30 and there were three cars in the parking lot. I walked in, and it was just dead. Most of you have either read or written reviews here about a club being dead because there were only a couple of girls sitting around and no one dancing on the stage. This place was so dead I thought maybe someone had actually died. There were three black guys sitting at the bar, staring into their phones. No girls. No music. Both TVs off. Not a single sound. Nothing. Let me tell you, there is nothing more depressing than a strip club bathed in total silence.