FICTION

TALENT

Dee Raymond

The six Pearl City club dancers brought their final flashing routine to a stop with a short, girlish, "Ooh!" and a back kick of the imitation peacock feathers. They paused briefly, perspiration glisten- ing upon their heavy stage make-up. A smattering of applause broke out in the three-quarters filled club. As the musical group played a rapid set from Can-Can, the girls nimbly pirouetted and tripped off the stage. The scarred and black-mustached manager of the club glanced up from the sports page and nodded silently in their direction as they entered their dressing room. Angie, the last of the line, emphatically closed the door behind them as the manager made as if to follow them.

"Strictly a Tuesday crowd!" murmured Cathy, the lead singer of the group, removing her blonde pony tail.

"Sure doesn't help when someone like him is out there, does it?" sighed Joanne, wiping away at her heavily blued eyes.

"Come on!" said Jean crossly to Angie, who sat sprawled, and ob- viously weary, upon one of the three chairs the room possessed. "If he does want me, I want to be in street clothes, not like this." Jean had already removed her tiny sequinned bra, so that the brown nipples of her ample bosom appeared to caress Angie's blonde curls. Angie smil- ed wanely and began to remove the imitation pearls from her hair, prior to releasing the pony tail hair piece.

Debbie and Carol, the other members of the Pearl City Revue, also hastened to remove their costumes, so that the room was a fer- ment of activity as bras, hose, g-strings, panties, bracelets, and hair-

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