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

The Gold Dollar Girls: Lady's Night

... looks great in it, but with this crowd..."

"I get it," Roxanne said, "Kind of politically incorrect."

"Yeah, I think so," Misty said.

"Sure, no problem."

"Okay. Well, we are opening the doors in ten minutes, you better go change. No sign of Clover yet?"

"Nope."

Annika and Star came out of the dressing room and mounted the stage, taking the two center poles. Another thing to piss Clover off, Roxanne thought.

"Holy shit," Misty said, "I think they spend as much on their outfits as I do on tuition."

Star was wearing a gold chain skirt and halter. Annika had on a gem studded leather camisole. They both wore nine inch platform pleasers.

"If they aren't careful they are going to bang their heads on the ceiling," Roxanne said.

She headed toward the dressing room, watching the two of them do stretching exercises on the stage. Halfway across the room, she heard Misty call to her. She looked over her shoulder.

"This means a lot to me, Roxy," Misty said, "Thanks."

Roxanne smiled. Lenore was standing next to Misty, her hands on her hips. She was unapologetically staring at Roxanne's ass.

"Oh, no problem," Roxanne said, "I definitely think this is going to be fun."

****

Clover sat in her car and slurped the last of her Cherry Coke Big Gulp. There were about a dozen vehicles parked near the club. She recognized Roxy's and Misty's cars. Probably another four or five were the guest dancers and staff. The rest would be customers. She didn't want ...

... to go in until there was enough of a crowd that she wouldn't attract much attention.

She texted Roxanne.on my way good crowd?, but got no reply. She must be on her pole already, she assumed.

There was a loud roar from the street. She looked in her side view mirror and saw motorcycles, four of them, pulling into the lot. They veered around the potholes and pulled up near the building. All four riders, plus one passenger, were wearing leather jackets with back patches reading "Dykes on Bikes."

Cool, Clover thought, at least they won't all be glamor bitches tonight.

The bikers went inside. She waited a couple of minutes, then followed them.

A big burly chick with a blonde crewcut and arms like Serena Williams was working the door.

"Good evening," she said, "There's a five dollar cover charge tonight."

"I work here," Clover said.

"Oh. I thought all the dancers were already here."

"You can ask Misty," Clover replied, walking past her.

She had been right; besides the biker babes, who were congregating at the bar, there were only half a dozen customers, sitting at two tables. They were all watching two new girls on the middle polls.

One of them was hanging upside down at the very top of her pole. Jesus, she thought, where did Misty find these chicks? Vegas? She was more sure than ever that she wasn't going to make any money off of Lady's Night. Not with that kind of competition.

The music was some sort of techno-disco-house-something or other. It ...