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

The Gold Dollar Girls: Lady's Night

... of Carmen's.

"She's with me now, bitch," she snarled, "She don't wanna see you no more. Now I think you better get the fuck out of here before I beat you to death with these big fake titties."

Lenore and Roxanne had worked their way through the crowd. Lenore dropped her hand on Carmen's shoulder and led her away, to a round of applause from the audience.

Clover looked around the room. Annika and Star had stopped dancing. Like everyone else, they were watching Lenore walk Carmen out.

Roxanne stepped to the rail and Clover helped her up on to the stage.

"What the fuck did you say to her?" she asked, "I think she pissed her pants."

Clover shrugged. "Told her Misty was my girlfriend now."

"From what I saw, you did more than tell her."

"Yeah, well, I wanted it to be convincing."

Carmen's money littered the stage. Roxanne stooped and gathered it. Misty was standing against the back wall, looking shellshocked. Roxanne went to her and held out the money.

"I don't want that," Misty said.

"No, honey you earned it. Take it."

Misty reluctantly took the money. When Clover came over, she said, "Thank you, honey."

Clover shrugged. "Babe, you know I got your back."

Misty nodded. "I'm gonna need to take a minute."

"Take all the time you need," Roxanne said.

Misty left the stage, and Roxanne returned to her pole. Clover looked out at the audience. Fuck, she thought everybody's looking at me. Annika and Star had resumed dancing but somehow, ...

... she had become the center of attention.

She sighed deeply and started to dance, thinking that they would lose interest, but the crowd in front of her kept growing.

The Dykes on Bikes crew had spent the whole evening hanging out at the bar, but now they pushed through the crowd to stand at the rail in front of Clover. A couple of them were waving money.

She danced over to them, dropped to her knees and arched her back. They stuffed the money between her tits. She winked and blew them a kiss, then stood up, feeling better than she had all night.

Someone started clapping in time to the music. A few more joined them.

Clover turned her back to the audience, thrust her ass out and started to twerk. When they cheered, she twerked faster. They cheered louder. She faced forward again, swinging her hips and shaking her tits, feeding off of their energy.

One of the bikers, a big girl half again her size, pulled off her leather jacket and started dancing at the foot of the stage. She had huge pendulous breasts stuffed into a leather vest. Every move Clover made, she copied. When Clover swung her hips, she swung hers. When Clover squeezed her tits, she squeezed hers.

Her friends were urging her on; hooting, hollering, patting her on the back as her dance grew wilder.

In the dressing room, Misty heard the commotion and wondered what was going on. I better get back out there, she thought. She was feeling all right. She had just been momentarily shook up by Carmen's ...