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

The Gold Dollar Girls: Lady's Night

... bother me most of the time because I may not be as good looking as you, but I'm good enough. But this is different."

"How is it different?" Roxanne asked, "Because we have the guest dancers?"

"Well, that doesn't help," Clover said, "But it's not the point. When men look at me, they're goddamn men. They may not think I'm the best looking bitch in the world, but they'd fuck me if they got the chance."

"But it's different dancing for women..." Misty said.

Clover's eyes were wet. "Yeah it's fucking different. I feel inferior. I feel judged."

Misty shook her head. "Oh no, Clover. These women are very body positive."

Clover snorted derisively. "Okay, at the end of the night you count your tips, Roxy can count hers and I'll count mine. And we'll see what fucking Betty and Veronica made. Let's see how fucking much they wanted to watch the fat girl dance."

She wiped her eyes with a Kleenex and blew her nose.

"I'm sorry, Clover," Misty said.

"No. I'm sorry I'm ruining your evening. Maybe I should just go home."

"Sure, if that's what you want, but I wish you would stay. Don't worry about what anybody thinks. We love you. We're sisters as far as I'm concerned. Right, Roxy?"

"Well, cousins, maybe," Roxanne said.

Clover looked into the mirror and sighed. "I really wanted to be here for you, Misty. But when I was on the stage I felt like I was back in the locker room in high school. Maybe you guys don't get that."

"When I was in high school," Roxanne ...

... said, "I was totally flat chested and had huge Coke bottle glasses."

"So same as now?" Clover asked.

"I had braces and terrible acne," Misty said, "And I was taller than most of the boys."

"And you were an aspiring lesbo," Clover added.

"Yeah, but nobody knew that."

Clover's shoulders slumped. "I'll stay," she said, "I'll dance."

Misty draped her arms around Clover's neck and kissed the top of her head.

"Thank you, sweetheart," she said. "Just come back out when you're ready."

Misty left the room, but Roxanne hung back. "Char...um, when Misty said that about being sisters....I shouldn't have..."

"Jesus, Roxy, don't get fucking mushy on me now."

She stood, adjusted her dress and said, "Let's go shake our asses."

Misty was on the second pole and Star had the third. Annika was on the floor, working the room.

"Which one do you want?" Roxanne asked.

"I'll take first pole," Clover replied. Ordinarily, she never took that pole. It was the closest to the bathrooms and the private area, and the foot traffic annoyed her. Tonight, though, she didn't care. She was just dancing for Misty and didn't expect to make any money anyway.

Just forget about who's watching and what they think, she told herself. There have been plenty of times you've danced when the entire audience was just four or five drunk dudes. She listened to the music. It wasn't so bad. It had good beats at least.

She found herself getting into the groove. Soon, a few women took ...