Chapter Sixteen
Tiger by the Tail
“Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.”
– George Bernard Shaw
The red light at the back of the club shined, indicating our time on the stage was done, and I was glad of it. The crowd was on its feet, screaming in approval. It was gratifying to see and swelled my ego, but after three months, we were used to it. With a final spin and a shrug which made our girls jump (the tassels on my t**s jumping) Mia and I turned and left the stage, giving our butts one final shake. Whistles sounded above the thunderous applause and I grinned at Mia, and she at me. Marco, the stage manager, flashed us a thumbs-up. He handed us our water bottles, and we drank gratefully.
“You sure can bring ‘em in, ladies.”
“That’s our job,” I remarked, grinni
