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

The Gold Dollar Girls: Lady's Night

... Misty said.

"And he wasn't Mexican, in case you were wondering," Roxanne said, "So what's the deal? Are you in or not?"

"Okay," Clover said, "But I'm only doing this for Misty. And if Tony decides to make this a regular thing, count me out."

Misty draped her arm over Clover's shoulder and kissed her on the cheek. "It's going to be fun, I promise."

****

Roxanne felt very unglamorous when she walked into the Gold Dollar and saw the two women sitting at the bar. They looked like they had just come from the salon; their hair and makeup were immaculate. She was no fashion expert, but she guessed they were both wearing Armani.

She was in denim cutoffs, and a Beach House concert t-shirt. At least she was wearing her brand new red sneakers, that was some small consolation.

The women turned to look in her direction. She stepped toward them and said "Hi, I'm Roxanne. You must be our guest dancers for tonight."

The women introduced themselves as Annika and Star.

"You dance here regular?" Annika asked.

"Yeah, I do," Roxanne replied. She thought she sensed some condescension in the tone of Annika's voice.

"You make much money?" Star asked.

Roxanne shrugged. "It's a living."

Annika looked around the club disparagingly. "Yeah, I suppose," she sniffed.

Star nodded. "Yeah. Have you seen the dressing room? Jesus."

Sherry, the club manager, came out of the backroom behind the bar, interrupting Roxanne's fantasy of slapping the expressions of pity ...

... off their faces.

"Hey, Roxy," she said, gesturing to a short, chunky woman tagging along behind her. "This is Jo. She's our bartender tonight."

Jo gave a finger wiggling wave and said, "Hi, nice to meet you." She seemed to mean it.

"You hanging around tonight?" Roxanne asked Sherry.

"Nope. As soon as Misty gets here I am handing her the keys and heading home."

"You gonna give her your stun gun too?"

Sherry scowled. "I seriously doubt that it's going to be that kind of crowd."

"I wasn't thinking about the crowd, I was thinking about Clover."

Sherry stepped out from behind the bar and pulled Roxanne away from Annika and Star. In a low voice, she said, "I don't even know if she's going to show up."

"I think if she wasn't coming, she'd have called me to bitch about it."

"Well, maybe. It might be better if she doesn't show." She tipped her head toward the bar. "I don't think she's going to get along with the Plastics over there."

"Yeah. Who decides to call themselves Star, anyway."

"People who think they are stars."

There was a bright flash of early evening sun as Misty came into the club. She held the door open and a woman entered, toting a large case in each hand. She was at least six feet tall. Her blonde hair was cropped close and she wore cargo shorts and a Gold's Gym tank top. By the way her shoulders and biceps bulged from her heavy load, it was obvious that the shirt was not just a fashion statement.

Another woman followed her. She ...