Joy was not looking forward to spending the night at home with her mother Lucy. It was Friday night and the last thing the nineteen year-old college freshman wanted to do was stay home with her straight-laced forty-one year-old mother. Her father was gone on another long business trip, which meant she and her mother would be home for the weekend by themselves.
He seemed to be gone more than he was home anymore. It wasn't that she didn't like her mother, it was actually the exact opposite. Joy and her mother got along a lot better than most mother-daughter combos she knew. It was just that her mother seemed so boring to her. She reminded her of June Cleaver, the Beaver's mom.
"Hello, baby," Her mother said, as Joy entered the kitchen. Like usual her mother was wearing a frumpy housecoat and really ugly pink-fuzzy slippers.
"Hi mom," Joy said, leaning over and kissing her mother on the cheek. "What's for dinner?"
"Your favorite, baby," Lucy said. "So what's your plan for tonight?"
"Nothing much," Joy said, taste testing what her mother was making. "Thought I'd stay in with you."
"Oh, that's nice of you, baby. But wouldn't you rather go out with your friends?" Lucy asked, stirring a pot.
"Well, yes," Joy said, slowly. "But since dad's gone for the week, I thought you might want some company."
"That's so sweet," Lucy said, smiling at her pretty daughter. "But, you don't have to worry about your old mom. Sue and I were planning on going out to a movie."
"You sure?" Joy asked, quickly.
"Sure I'm sure," Lucy responded with a smile. "We'll have a nice dinner, then you can run off with your friends."
Joy could not believe her luck. If her mom was happy with letting her go out with her friends, who was she to argue? She had thought about inviting her to go with her, but she knew her all-American girl next-door mother would never understand her daughter's lifestyle. The beautiful nineteen year-old was a lesbian. And, she wasn't just a plain lesbian. No, she was a top who was always looking for the perfect bottom to play with.
As soon as dinner was over she changed her clothes, kissed her mother on the cheek and went out for the evening. She headed straight for her favorite coffee shop to see if any of her girlfriends were around. Luckily for her she ran into her friend Margo. The two of them then headed off to one of their favorite gay and lesbian clubs, called Mariposa de Oro, which is Spanish for Butterfly of Gold, and Puerto Rican slang for gay people.
When they arrived at the club the place was jumping. The music was blasting, the lights were flashing and the dance floor was packed with couples dancing. There were guys dancing with guys, women dancing with women, and even some men and women dancing together. Joy knew this was going to be a great night, and she was feeling lucky. She and Margo found a table in the corner, and settled in to see what happened.
After about an hour of drinking Joy had to use the bathroom. On the way back to her table, she ran into another friend, and stayed a little longer talking to her. When she came back to the table, Margo pointed out a woman who had come in while she was gone, and was out on the dance floor.
Joy could not believe the way this woman moved. Her movements were so erotic, it made Joy's clit tingle just watching the way she was swinging her hips and the way her long ponytailed hair whipped about as she swung her head from side to side to the rhythm of the music. She was wearing what could only be described as a really long tanktop T-shirt that came to about mid-thigh. The t-shirt material just clung to her delicious curves. She wore anklestrap, open toed shoes with three-inch heals that only served to accentuate the sexiness of her long legs. Although she could not see the woman's face in the dim, flashing dance floor lights, she knew this woman was sex incarnated. When the song ended, the woman hugged her dance partner tightly, kissed her on the lips, and went to sit on a stool at the bar.
"I'm going to get close to that," Joy said to Margo.
"Yeah, right," Margo laughed. "That lady is so far above us, you don't stand a chance."
"I'm going to give it a try," Joy continued. "I mean what have I got to loose?"
Just then they watched the woman flat out reject several requests to dance. The girls who had asked skulked away, shot down in mid-stride by this vision of loveliness. "How about your pride?" Margo asked, giving her friend a shove.
"Um," Joy swallowed hard, took another sip of her drink, and stood up. "Here goes nothing. Wish me luck."
Joy slowly made her way across the crowded dance floor, trying to decide on a course of action. She had seen how the other women had been shot down when they asked the mystery woman to dance, so she had reasoned that asking was not the way to go. She would walk up to her and tell her, in no uncertain terms, that they would dance together.
Joy stepped up behind the woman, as she sat at the bar sipping her drink. She waited until she had put her drink down, and then she firmly gripped the woman's slender waist, with both hands, leaned in close to her ear and spoke loud enough for her to hear over the pounding music.
"Dance with me, now," Joy said, squeezing the woman's waist for emphasis.
"Sure thing, baby," the woman replied, still facing the bar.
As she spun around on her barstool, both women's jaws dropped when they saw each other. Joy was looking into her own mother's beautiful face.
"Joy?" Lucy croaked.
"Mom?" Joy stuttered in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"
"I, um, ah, I," Her mother stammered. "What are you doing here?"
"I asked first," Joy shouted over the music. She then grabbed her mother's wrist, pulled her off of the stool and towards the back of the bar. She wanted some answers, but she didn't want to have to shout over the music to get them. Lucy grabbed her little sequined clutch purse as she was yanked off the stool.
Joy pulled her mother roughly by the wrist toward the nearest exit. She pushed the door open and the two women found themselves in an alley with the only light coming from a streetlight half a block away. Joy pulled her mother around and pushed her roughly up against the wall. She didn't know why, but she was suddenly pissed at the woman.
"All right," Joy said, pinning her mom against the hard brick wall, like a butterfly on a display board. "What were you doing in there?"
"Dancing," Lucy responded, shivering slightly in fear at the way her daughter was acting.
"Why in there?" she pressed. "There are a lot of other bars you could have gone dancing in. Why a gay bar?"
