The Dancing Debutantes

Narelle, Geraldine and Charlotte nearly had an accident on their way to work Sunday night. By “nearly” I mean they did have an accident, an accident with a parked car. And then they drove away, not quite quickly, but certainly in haste, the wrong way down a one-way street.
So, when they got to work on Sunday night there was adrenaline pumping through their veins and they were a little more giddy than usual.
Bruce the Bouncer was waiting in his usual place on the top step having a conversation with Magda the bar manager.
“I been tellin’ ‘em for monfs, Magda,” Bruce grumbled. “What vey need in vere is some male talent. I been turnin’ girls away all night. Group a seven girls just expressed their interest- but 20 bucks a head is too much ‘nless they’re leso’s.”
“Bruce, I know, I know it,” Magda sucked sharply on her ciggie. “But there’s sumfin’ about when you got gonad’s grindin’ on a pole… It just don’t work dun it?” She smiled her gaping holed smile at the three girls and hurried them inside. “Come on my dancing delights, get your curvy butts inside! You’ll be pleased to know the poles had their annual steam clean just this morning. So slide with confidence my little ones.”
And Narelle, Geraldine and Charlotte were all very pleased.
“Come on girls,” Charlotte whispered to her sisters. “I’ve still got the jitters. Let’s get a drink before we go on.” Charlotte thought it was rude not to enjoy the free beverage that was included in their contract and she kinda sorta had a crush on Tommy, who worked behind the bar. She liked to think of him as Tender Tommy, because he was a bartender and she hoped he was also tender hearted. Sometimes, when she was dancing, she imagined she was dancing just for him.
Narelle, Geraldine and Charlotte were the only triplicate act in town. Being that they were sisters and had been since birth, it was easy for them to coordinate their moves, and the boys had always been fascinated by triplicity so the money was good. The sisters used their money to continue their university education. Narelle wanted to be an AFL coach, Geraldine hoped to one day be a psychologist and Charlotte had always intended to become an analyst for one of the national banks. The girls had developed both big dreams and big tata’s in their early teens.
Narelle, Geraldine and Charlotte surveyed tonight’s crowd and all three predicted it would be a fun evening but not their most profitable. There were two young buck’s-night parties and five nervous newbies and only two of the high paying regulars already seated excitedly at the edge of the stage.
Sighing amongst themselves the girls gulped away the last sips of their chardy’s and went out back to get unchanged.
Narelle went out first, she always went out first. Then, on the second verse of T-Pain’s “I’m in love with a stripper” out came Geraldine. The identical girls in bras and panties had the boys right where they wanted them- reaching for their milk money- when the song suddenly cut dramatically to “3” by Britney Spears and out came Charlotte, in sequins and shiny pleather lingerie.
“Countin’ 1,2,3....” Britney sang and the girls danced. They bumped and grinded and slid and swung, as they had so many times before. Notes of every colour rained down on them in the delicious, rich, downpour of spending that had been neither foreseen nor controlled by the men who watched, mouths and wallets open.
When the girls had finished, wiped down their poles, and collected their money they went out back to deduct 10 percent for the house and split the remainder.
With money in bras they returned to the bar for one more drink.

A random, in the shadows of the corner, smiled. She was impressed, they had been better than she had expected, skillful, professional. Quietly, easily, she slipped out of the club and began the long walk back to her car, which she’d parked as far away as possible, to avoid incrimination by proximity.
She wasn’t pleased to see a streak of black paint etched into her light blue vehicle when she arrived at it, but she didn’t have time to worry about that- She needed to be home before her daughters got back.

The Dancing Debutantes