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

The Gold Dollar Girls: Lady's Night

... was wiry and wore a black vinyl vest and pants. Her scalp was clean shaven. In place of hair, she wore an elaborate tattoo of flowering vines.

Misty showed them to the DJ booth, then came over to Roxanne and Sherry.

"Does that chick know how hot she's going to get in that vinyl outfit" Roxanne asked.

Misty shrugged. "She can always take it off."

Sherry handed Misty a set of keys. "Okay, honey, I'm sure you'll be fine," she said, "But call me if you have any problems."

"Thanks, Sherry."

"Do not call Tony."

"Oh, don't worry about that."

Sherry fetched her purse from behind the bar and left.

"I'm going to go change," Misty told Roxanne, "Can you keep an eye on things out here for a few minutes?"

"Sure."

Misty greeted Annika and Star and led them to the dressing room.

Don't let the roaches crawl up your coochies, Roxanne thought as she watched them go. She went behind the bar and poured herself a glass of ice water.

Jo, at least, seemed friendly. She was smiley and bubbly. Roxanne felt an urge to pinch her cheeks.

"This is going to be fun," she said.

"I hope we do well enough to make it worth your while."

"I think it will be great. Star has, like, eight thousand followers on her OnlyFans and she's been telling them about it."

"Oh, cool," Roxanne said. She was skeptical. She didn't figure that many of those followers were really lesbians. Most of the ones who claimed to be were probably men.

She drank her water, than wandered ...

... over to the DJ booth. The vinyl clad woman was inside, setting up her equipment. The big woman stood in front of the booth, watching her.

As Roxanne approached she turned to face her, looking up and down her body. This chick is checking me out, she thought.

The woman smiled, and the stern expression on her face brightened. She held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Lenore. I'll be working the door tonight."

"I'm Roxanne." They shook hands and Lenore seemed to hold on for just a few extra seconds.

"Hi," the DJ said, "I'm Astrid. Hey, do you think it's okay if I take down this 'no requests' sign. I'm happy to do requests."

"Sure," Roxanne said, "I think someone put that up as a joke. We have never had a DJ as long as I've been here. They just play mix CDs."

"Okay. Anything particular you want me to play?"

Roxanne shook her head. "As long as it's not Lynyrd Skynyrd, I'll be a happy girl."

"Goddamn, look at this smokin' bitch," Astrid said.

"Which one?" Lenore replied, grinning at Roxanne.

Misty was strutting across the room toward them, in a deep blue spandex miniskirt, strapless bra and thigh high boots.

Goddamn is right, Roxanne thought. "Shit, Misty," she said, "Where did you hide those keys?"

"I gave then to Jo. Listen, Roxy, I need to talk to you about something."

"Sure, what's up?"

"I don't think you ought to wear your schoolgirl outfit tonight..."

"Schoolgirl outfit?" Lenore interjected, "I'd like to see that."

Misty nodded. "Yeah, she ...