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

The Gold Dollar Girls: Lady's Night

Clover jammed her toast into her egg yolk, raised it to her mouth and took a big bite.

Roxanne watched her over the top of her glasses. "Jesus Christ," she said, "You've got egg running down your chin."

Clover stuck out her tongue and tried to lick up the yolk.

"Have you ever heard of a napkin?" Roxanne asked, "You look like you just blew Homer Simpson."

"You look like Milhouse," Clover said, while giving her the finger. "So where the fuck is Misty? It's almost three AM. I don't know about you, but after a shift on the pole, I want to go home and get some sleep."

"Oh bullshit. You're going to eat a bag of Cheetos and watch Real Housewives until the sun comes up."

"You know, you could be on one of those shows, except you never kept a man long enough for a whole season."

"I heard you were going to be cast on Real Housewives of the Trailer Park."

"Fuck. That would be a good show."

Roxanne nodded thoughtfully. "I'd watch it."

"Anyway, where the fuck is Misty?"

Roxanne ate the last bite of her BLT. "She was having some trouble with her girlfriend, so she said she might be a while."

"They probably made up. We're here waiting and they are off someplace muff diving."

"Good for them if they are," Roxanne said.

"What I don't get is why a hottie like Misty is going with a woman who is like, twenty years older than her."

"She's not that old. Ten years older maybe."

Clover shook her head. "I'm ten years older than Misty, but I look younger ...

... than her girlfriend."

"Fat women don't get as wrinkled."

"Shit, when you tell people you are a Gold Dollar girl, they think you mean you were one of the Golden Girls."

"Bitch, you watched that show when it was new."

Clover gestured toward the diner's door. "Here comes Misty now."

Roxanne looked over her shoulder. She smiled as Misty strutted toward them. She admired her self confident attitude. She was certainly the best looking girl at the Gold Dollar, and the best dancer, but she never presented any air of superiority. She never had to.

Misty slipped into the booth beside Clover. The waitress came to the table and poured her a cup of coffee.

"Thanks, Mildred," Misty said, then turning to the others, "So, how did you guys do tonight?"

"Not bad," Roxanne said, "I went private with Tommy Toupee. So that was good."

"He's a whale," Misty said with a nod.

"Yeah," Clover said, "Maybe he ought to spend a little bit less on tipping strippers and buy a better fuckin' wig."

"How did you do, Clov?" Misty asked.

Clover shrugged. "I did okay. I had those two brothers. It's like a sibling rivalry or something with them as to who gets the most attention. And speaking of attention, what's the big deal you wanted to talk about?"

Misty cleared her throat and took a sip of coffee before answering. "Well, you know, I've tried to get Tony to agree to have a lady's night..."

Clover groaned. "Oh, not this again."

"I know you don't like the idea."

"I ...