Lower Greenville Avenue - Sex Stories

Lower Greenville Avenue

Kim 28 is 5' 7" tall attractive woman with long blonde hair and a beautiful smile. If it weren't against the rules she would have worn ear plugs all night long. As it was she could only get away with that when Jerry wasn't around. Kim worried about her hearing sometimes, as the pounding music poured out of the speakers all around the disco. Still, it was a great job, with good tips, and she needed it if she was going back to college in the fall. She'd only been here a couple of weeks, but was already adept at picking her way through the crowded dance floor and even more crowded tables in the near darkness, with the lights flashing and the mist swirling around her knees. Like all the girls she wore a high heels, a tight black mini skirt, black stockings, a white blouse with a red bow tie, and a black hip length jacket. Her hair, which she would have liked to tie up tightly, was hanging loose around her head and flowing over the shoulders of her black jacket in a golden wave of silk. Well, that was just as well, the better she looked the more tips she made, and if the swirling hair made her job more difficult, the money was worth it. She smiled constantly, displaying her perfect white teeth and full, sensuous lips, wanting the customers to like her. Her long legs, perfectly sculpted and tapered, were also big helps in her quest for high tips, and though she suffered the occasional grope, she knew the mini-skirt was well worth it. It was a sexist world, she sighed, and if her ...

... long legs, her shapely behind and her pretty face got her more money, well, who was she to complain. She smiled at me in a blue suit as she passed. My eyes gleamed as I looked at her, and she knew I'm staring at her ass and thighs as she moves on. I said something which she didn't make out. One thing the loud music was good for was droning out dirty comments from perverts. She went to the bar and got a half a dozen drinks for table seven, groaning as another old fogey song came over the sound system. The disco catered to the thirty- something crowd, and so played music not to the taste of a twenty eight year old college girl. She took the drinks back to the tables, mentally calculating what her tip would be from the group of people there. Tonight would be a good one, she thought, the place was packed. She pushed her way through the crowd, catching just the tips of someone's fingers as the guy tried to slip them under her skirt. She cursed them all as dirty old men and got through to the other side, going out into the entrance hall, then turning left and going up the stairs to the women's bathroom. There was a long line of women waiting outside and she knew it would take forever to get in to use the phone in the powder room. She turned and went down the hall past the men's room. Just around the corner there are three wooden phone booths. Even up here the music pounds furiously, for the management had been kind enough, or stupid enough, she thought, to install speakers up here. ...