The Gold Dollar Girls: Lady's Night - Sex Stories

The Gold Dollar Girls: Lady's Night

... closer. "I am a very nasty, very naughty girl."

"You probably need some discipline."

Roxanne feigned a theatrical sigh. "It never really seems to do any good."

Lenore laughed, and her stern expression transformed to an almost cherubic countenance. "It's too bad you're done for the night, I would have liked to get a private dance."

Roxanne tilted her head and looked at her over the top of her glasses. "I suppose I could freelance."

"I suppose you could."

Roxanne finished her drink and slipped off the stool. "Then let's go," she said, holding her hand out to Lenore.

Lenore took it and followed her toward the back of the club. As they passed the rest rooms, Misty came out. She smiled and winked at Roxanne.

"Have fun, ladies," she said.

Roxanne led Lenore into a private room. As soon as she had shut the door, Lenore turned and leaned into her, pressing her back against the door.

Roxanne looked up at her. "Customers are not supposed to touch us," she said.

"I'm not really a customer."

"That's true. And I'm off duty."

Lenore lowered her head, and Roxanne parted her lips to receive her kiss. It was firm, but not rough. Lenore's tongue explored Roxanne's mouth. When it withdrew Roxanne's tongue chased it. She licked Lenore's lips and kissed the underside of her chin. She felt Lenore's hands cupping, then squeezing her ass. Suddenly, Lenore grasped the backs of her thighs and lifted her off her feet.

"Oh my God," Roxanne squealed, her mouth ...

... dropping open in surprise. Lenore plunged her tongue back into it, rougher now.

Roxanne wrapped her legs around Lenore's waist and locked her heels together in the small of her back. She draped her arms over her shoulders. Pinned between Lenore's body and the door, she felt totally helpless, yet absolutely safe. Lenore's tongue plunged into her mouth again and again. She sucked on it, moaning with pleasure.

Lenore looked over her shoulder, searching for the chair, then took a step back. Roxanne held on tight while Lenore lowered herself to the seat, holding her on her lap.

Roxanne put her hands on Lenore's shoulders, leaned back and began to grind her ass down against her thighs. She slid her fingers under the waist of her shorts and over the crotch of her thong. It was damp. She'd given hundreds of lap dances. Sometimes she got wet, but she couldn't remember ever getting so wet, so quickly.

"Dance for me, baby," Lenore said.

Roxanne rose up, putting a knee on either arm of the chair. She slowly twirled the lower part of her body around and around. While Lenore dragged her fingernails up and down the sides of her thighs, she gripped the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head.

"Nice, no bra," Lenore said, "I hate bras."

"I never really needed them," Roxanne said, laughing.

Lenore slid her hands up Roxanne sides and took one of her breasts in each hand. She kneaded them gently at first, then more forcefully. She pitched the nipples between her ...