Linda clutched onto the rock and pulled her dress back into place as she re-entered the main bar of Richard's. She didn't notice the trail of cum spilling down her inner thigh, or Cole was leaving immediately behind her while zipping up his pants making it very clear to the small audience what the two just got up to. Linda simply giggled and waved at the men looking at her.
Linda sat down at the bar again, listening to the fun pop song that was playing as she started drinking her fruity cocktail again. She looked at the dancefloor, it was deffo time to dance and shake her booty! But when she looked over she saw the dance floor was empty.
"Umm, Richard," she called the bartender, "when does it get busy in here?" Linda rubbed her head a little. She was looking at the clock on the wall to check the time, but the numbers were getting all fuzzy. What did it mean when the big stick was at that 8 shape?
"This is about it for the night," Richard said "we only really get regulars these days. In fact, we'll probably have to close up shop soon, to save on electricity." Richard spoke a little too fast for Linda to fully understand what he said, but he seemed like super sad! Linda poured.
"Aww," she looked down, then held up the pink stone in her hand "Maybe this could help!"
"Is it worth money?" Richard looked at the rock. Honestly, it looked like a tacky piece of junk, but who knows what people pay for these days.
"Oh," the question threw Linda and she had to think. Was it worth money? Probably like a load of money, like 10 dollars! Wait... is that a lot? Her head started to hurt. "I'm not sure..."
Richard smiled, "That's alright Linda. But the only thing that could save this place would be a convenient wishing stone that appeared out of nowhere and has been traded between various people causing trouble and mischief to the balance of the world only for it to end up here..." Dejected, Richard moved into the backroom to help take stock. One of the regulars rolled his eyes. The amount of times Richard used that analogy was getting tiring.
Linda hung her head. Yeah, that was unlikely, whatever all those words meant. Wait! He said wishing stone! She had one of them! Linda to the rescue!
"I wish this place was like super popular and made Richard loads of money!"
Aww that poor sweetie! Let's just hope he finds what he's looking for! Ok LinLin, let's give this place an awesome makeover. Let's think, what's super popular these days.
Shoes! No wait that won't work...
Hair! No, this isn't a salon...
Oh I got it! Boobs! Guys love boobs! Heck, so do I! This is place is a total sausage fest (don't get me wrong, I love sausages!) but if we're going to make money, we need like far more girlies in here! Maybe they could work here and make money too!
Okay, let's get this place up and running. Some more staff, bouncers, more drinks, some cute neon, plenty of money. Gotcha!
PINK!
Linda felt wind rush around her, as the interior completely changed. Gone were the wooden bar tops and backs, replaced with sleek metal counters and a well stocked bar. The place was visibly much more filled, the dozen that filled it before now replaced with nearly a hundred men.
The DJ still played his cheesy pop, but on a much larger stage. The stage now jutted out onto the dance floor, with multiple steel poles connecting te stage to the ceiling. On stage, were two ladies in lingerie grinding against each other. The crowd of men were going wild for the pair, throwing wads of cash by their feet.
Behind the bar, Richard worked next to the same smaller girl as before, but now she was wearing tight black hot pants and a white crop top showing plenty of underboob. On the crop top, was a logo of the bar Dick's with a lurid picture of a cock between a pair of tits. The same logo was in glowing pink neon behind both the bar and the stage.
Richard, now Dick, leaned over to Linda, "Need a shot LinLin before heading up on stage?" The question confused Linda until she looked down and saw her black dress was replaced with a black thong and bra under a similar crop top to the girl behind the bar. She must work here too!
Linda bit her lip and nodded at Dick, who preceded to pour her a shot of tequila. This was going to be so fun! These guys will absolutely love to see her titties on that stage. Maybe there was some body glitter back there too? Or nipple tassels!
Linda downed the shot, winked at Dick, and started to make her way backstage. One of the bar patrons, squeezed her ass as she walked in her heels, and she noticed it was Cole. Good, he's still there. Maybe after her show they could go for a round two...
