Life of a Princess --Disney Inspired Short Stories (Lesbian Stories/Gay Stories)

Tia and Lottie

        Tia has always been the hardest working girl in the neighborhood. Every night and day she slaves away, working as a waitress at the Denny's of that part of town.

Impatient people at their tables take no second glance at the girl who had to be a woman the minute she could work. With dark brown hair and a couple loose curls that frame such a sweet face and rich complexion, she could have found herself any man and forgotten how it feels like to come home from work, exhausted and defeated. But she has dreams.

Dreams so big that each night ends with "to be continued" and go on the next... Although culinary school is just a block down and street away, the road to get there is pricey.

And she soon finds out that money has a name....

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        Saturday mornings are almost as bad as Sundays, dozens of people, pissed off and hungover. This week is no exception but usually not a single bright yellow Porsche is parked crookedly in the front... The bell on the door rings and a curvy blonde girl walks in. She bounces up to the counter where Tia stands, a bit dumbfounded.

'Does this girl not realize she's out of place?' she thinks to herself

"Hi!" Her voice is slightly coated in a sweet southern accent, "Would ya happen to serve pancakes here?"

"We sure do," Tia replies, "I'll get you a short stack, anything else? Something to drink?"

She shifts to sit up on one of the bright blue stools, her pink top riding up a little, "How about a tall glass of you?" her high pitch rings clear. The waitress' eyes open wide, "I'll have some coffee"

Tia nods awkwardly and moves to help another couple, trying to ignore the embarrassment she felt at the girl's comment. A slow smile finds a way onto her face as she brings her the order, balancing a few more plates on her arms.

"Thanks Tiana! I'm Lottie by the way"

"How did you know my name?" she asks and Lottie gestures to her chest... her name tag. Obviously. Lot's laugh cuts the tension and Tia squeezes out a nervous laugh. "Call me Tia..."

The fry cook calls her back into the kitchen so she excuses herself and rushes away. She can't afford to get in trouble at the only job that pays well.

 Later, her shift is finally over, her eyes rake the room to see if Lottie is gone... She is.

Tia leads Bill out. He's a regular and always stays till the end to chat her up. Or as much as a 70 year old man can anyway...

 It's about noon when she finally steps into the back room. She takes off her apron and smooths her hair into another ponytail. Grabbing her purse, she pushes open the back door and squeals as her sneakers almost crush the life out of a little green frog who croaks in protest before hopping away.

She starts to shake her head but is startled a second time by a loud honk. From her left, a yellow car's window rolls open.

"Hey Tia! I knew you would come out eventually..." she frowns for a second, "Sorry! That must have sounded terribly creepy... I just wanted to talk"

She had waited three hours?!

The other girl's stutter comes out a bit, "Um.. well, I gotta h-head h-ome anyway, lunch's soon"

A smug look on her face, a nail painted pink slipping across her lips,

"Where do ya want to go?" Lottie's question makes Tia a bit defensive. Sometimes being independent has a downside, not trusting others easily.

"I'm not going anywhere with you and I am none of your business" she turns and follows the sidewalk, her arms crossed tight across her chest.

Lottie thought the beauty's pouting was cute and oh how she loved to watch her go.... But she didn't want her to walk all by herself. Who knows what could happen to her!