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

The Gold Dollar Girls: Lady's Night

... was loud and the bass thumped so hard that she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. Could shit get any more annoying?

She was glad to see that Roxanne and Misty were on the other two poles. There was no room for her and that was fine. Maybe she could just hang out at the bar all night.

The dressing room table was cluttered with makeup and perfume, hair brushes and cans of hair spray. She got her own things from her locker and cleared space to prepare to go on the floor. After applying her makeup and brushing her hair, she sat back and stared at herself in the mirror.

She felt like she wanted to cry. The only reason she had shown up was because she thought the world of Misty. No one had ever treated her so kindly. If she had not come, she was afraid she could lose her friendship.

"Just deal with it," she told herself.

She changed into her blue mesh dress and zipped on her pleasers, then checked herself in the mirror. She sucked in her stomach, held it a moment, muttered, "Fuck it," and let it back out.

When she stepped back out to the floor, she was surprised to see that while she had been changing, the joint had been filling up. At least half the tables were occupied, and there was a good size crowd milling around the bar.

There was also an empty pole. One of the out of town hotshots was missing, probably in a private room. Misty was on the first pole. Reluctantly, she climbed the steps and joined her.

Misty smiled when she saw Clover come on ...

... stage. She interrupted her dance and put her hand on her shoulder. Leaning in close enough to be heard, she said, "Thank you, sweetheart, I'm glad you're here."

Clover grunted something in return and went to the next pole. Misty figured that once she started dancing Clover would lighten up. Dancing was always exhilarating, in her experience. The presence of an appreciative audience was a definite bonus, but the pleasure of her own body in motion was its own reward.

Dancing for a crowd of women was even more exciting. The atmosphere in the room was different from anything she had experienced before. The audience was boisterous, but not in the explosively rowdy way that men often were. The mood was less filled with sexual tension, it was joyous, celebratory.

As she spun on her pole, she saw a rather proper looking middle aged woman approach the rail. She strutted toward her and showed her a few choice hip moves.

The woman held out a bill.

Misty squatted down in front of her and leaned forward, expecting her to stuff it into her bra. But the woman surprised her. She reached under her skirt and slipped the money into her thong.

Misty dropped to her knees and snapped the fastener on her bra. She cast it to the back of the stage, then squeezed her tits together. Another woman came to the stage, draped her arm over the first woman's shoulders and stuck a couple of bills into Misty's cleavage. The two women laughed and scampered back to their table.

Misty dropped the ...