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

The Gold Dollar Girls: Lady's Night

... cash at the back of the stage and returned to her pole. The audience continued to grow. She and Roxanne had almost as many women watching them as Star did. When Annika returned from her private dance, she gave her pole over to her and crossed to the bar to check on how things were going.

"I'm glad you're here," Jo shouted, "I'm a little swamped."

Misty pitched in and helped her put out drink orders until she got caught up. Tony's going to be happy, she thought. Maybe this could become a regular thing.

She checked with Lenore, who assured her that everything was under control. As she made her way back toward the stage, someone waved to her from one of the tables. When she approached, she saw a group of women she knew from her college.

"Hey, how is everybody doing?" she asked.

"Great," one of them said. Misty thought her name was Denise, but wasn't sure. "I mean, this is lit, but that one dancer, in the middle, she's just like...kind of a bummer."

Misty looked to the stage. Clover was standing with one hand on her pole, barely swaying her hips and staring off into space.

"Yeah, she's not feeling well," Misty said.

"Well, it's kind of, you know, spoiling the mood," one of the other women said.

Misty nodded. "Okay."

No one was in front of Clover's pole. She went over, lifted herself on to the stage, and stood up, facing Clover.

"What's up?" she asked, "Are you okay?"

Clover looked distressed. "Nobody is even watching me."

"Well, honey, you ...

... aren't giving them much of a show."

Clover scowled, huffed out a deep breath and said, "Ah, fuck this." She turned and stalked off the stage.

Misty hesitated a second, then followed her.

"What the fuck is going on with Clover?" Roxanne asked as she passed her.

"I don't know," Misty said, "But she's pissing people off."

Roxanne followed Misty to the dressing room. Clover was sitting, her arms crossed in front of her, staring into the mirror.

"Charlene, what's going on?" Misty asked. Roxanne was surprised that Misty had used Clover's real name in the club. That was taboo. She figured Misty must be more upset than she appeared. "Why don't you guys just leave me alone?" Clover grumbled.

"No," Misty said, "I won't. I thought we were friends but now I've got to wonder. Obviously you've got a problem with lesbians, so I guess that includes me."

Clover shook her head vigorously. "I told you I got no issue with that."

"Then what's the problem?" Roxanne asked, putting her hand on Clover's shoulder.

Clover shook it off.

"Look in the fucking mirror, Roxy."

Roxanne looked into the mirror. Her eyes met Clover's.

"No. Don't fucking look at me. Look at you."

Roxanne looked at her own reflection.

"Yeah, see? You're fucking hot and so is Misty. And every night that we fucking dance I know that guys like both of you better than me."

"I don't think that's true," Misty said.

"Of course it's true. I'm a fucking cow next to you guys. And it doesn't ...