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

The Gold Dollar Girls: Lady's Night

... probably all you earned tonight. Meanwhile, I'm fucking loaded."

"And you're the one who didn't want to do lady's night."

"What can I say? I have broad appeal."

"Not to mention a broad ass."

"You're just jealous because your ass could fit in a shoebox. Tell you what, just to be fair we could have cartoon character night and you can come dressed like a Minion."

"Who are you gonna be, Shrek?"

Misty was typing on her phone, ignoring their bickering.

"What about Misty?" Clover asked.

"Some Disney princess."

When Misty didn't respond, Clover slapped the table in front of her. "Yo, Misty!"

Misty was startled to attention. "Oh, sorry guys," she said, blushing.

"What's got you so distracted?" Roxanne asked.

"It's that girl I mentioned, Maya. I wanted to let her know how the lady's night went. She asked me if I wanted to come over to her place."

"Now?" Roxanne asked.

"Yeah." Misty swiped the phone, then turned the screen so they could see it. "This is her."

The picture was of a beautiful young Black woman with a tumble of dreadlocks and a shining smile.

"Jesus Christ," Roxanne said, "Go!"

"Yeah," Clover said, "What the fuck are you waiting for?"

"Okay, I will." Misty fished a ten dollar bill from her purse and laid it on the table. "You can finish my fries if you want. I'll see you on Wednesday."

She stood and started toward the door. After a few steps, she turned and said, "I love you guys."

"Go!" they shouted in ...

... unison.

Clover pulled the plate of french fires closer. She picked one up, dipped it in her egg yolk and ate it.

"That's disgusting," Roxanne said, shivering.

"Uh uh, it's fucking delicious. I might start ordering this. So, let me ask you. What about you and that bouncer?"

"Lenore."

"So you know her name at least."

Roxanne shrugged. "I gave her a private dance."

"Off the clock."

"Yeah, I did it for fun."

"How many times did you...have fun?"

"I had several funs."

"Did you..." Clover wiggled her tongue at her.

"No. Why? Are you jealous?"

"I'm not like that."

"You looked like you were like that when you had your tongue down Misty's throat."

"Yeah, but that was different, because it was Misty."

"Okay, tell yourself that."

Clover looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't know. Maybe I could be like that with the right person."

"Jesus," Roxanne said, taking her last bite of pancake, "What the fuck would she be like?"

"I don't know. She'd have to be cute and funny. We would have to have a lot in common. And she would have to be someone who could take my shit and give back as good as she gets."

"Oh, fuck you."

"What?"

"If you say she wears glasses, I will stab you in the eye with this fork."

Clover snorted with laughter. "What? You think I was talking about you?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, the grin vanished from her face. "Oh, shit."

Mildred approached them with the coffee pot. "Refills, ladies?"

Roxanne ...