Outstripped (22 page)

Lita
Ford and “Hungry”

Thunder
with “She's so Fine”

Billy
Idol's “Flesh for Fantasy”

Robert
Palmer and “Addicted to Love”

“Man, I
Feel Like a Woman” by Shania Twain

Heart
and “Bad Animals”

Genesis,
“Mama”

Prince
and Sheena Easton with “U Got the Look”

Jody was
gob-smacked. "This woman's ability to surprise was incredible." She
knew most of them and was kind of embarrassed that they hadn't sprung to mind.

"You
really should pay attention to old dog's tricks occasionally. They might just
surprise you.
"
said Sarah. "There's a couple
I think you should save for yourself, but the rest, you should throw out to the
pack. Get them to listen to some old stuff. Actual songs, not just beats."

"You're
right, you're quite right." Jody accepted the advice on behalf of her
troupe to be.

"There's
one you should have a go at yourself, besides 'The Zoo' which I think should be
done as a group, and that's 'Hitchin’ a Ride' by Saraya. No one will have heard
it, but it’s truly awesome. A stripper's
'piece
de resistance'
."

"I've
never heard either of them."

"That's
coz they're old.
Oldies but goodies.
You need to get
down to the second hand music shops or get on that Internet thing and dig some
out. Radio One's not going to help you with this stuff."

Jody's
first lesson from Sarah struck a chord. She didn't know everything after all! And
there were some bloody good choices on
that
list.

The
refurb' progressed to plan but it was hard work finding the right girls, or
rather enough of them, 'performers' and 'hosties' that is, to fill the place.
Bar staff and bouncers were easy by comparison, since Bill and his mates seemed
to have lots of contacts in that field.

The
chrome and the brass were getting shinier, the smell of fresh paint was
everywhere and the electrics actually worked, properly. Bill was proud of his
part time, back seat efforts and Jody was struggling to contain her excitement
as they got nearer and nearer to opening night.

The
mirrors went up, the poles were erected, the lights looked fantastic and the
carpet finally got laid, which was more than could be said for Jody over the
last month or so. "My bits are healing up nicely," she would say to
Rachael and Lucy.

She
finally had her squad together, and
practice
,
rather than full-blown rehearsals, was coming along fine. All the food and
drink was ordered, accounts were opened, glasses, bottles, bits and pieces,
toiletries, even the club currency had arrived and was safely tucked away in
the huge safe that had been conveniently left on the premises, on the grounds
it was too heavy to shift.

Rachael
had been kept very busy with Jody's travel agency and hadn't really had much of
a hand in setting up 'Bliss' but she was mad keen to
get her tits out
on opening night. Lucy was well ensconced in the
'whole shebang' since she was almost single handedly running the office whilst
taking orders from Jody and Bill. Luckily and for the most part, Sarah kept her
nose out of things, but she did want a copy of the accounts sent through every
week.

"You
must be getting it right, somehow," Bill would say to Jody,
"Otherwise she'd be down on you like a thunderbolt."

"Is
she coming to opening night?" Jody asked him.

"Absolutely.
You couldn't keep her away. She might come across like she's some sort of stuck
up prude, but she's not. Probably won't set foot in the place ever again,
unless the money turns ugly, but she'll be here for day one."

"Pity,
she makes me feel like a bloody schoolgirl. Although, I suppose on the flip
side, that's not such a bad thing in a strip club." Bill gave her the
pointed finger and smiled as if to say, "You got it".

The nighttime
prayers for success and a momentous opening night were building by the day, and
not just from Jody. Advertising, leaflet-drops, handouts, radio coverage,
networking and everything but the stolen megaphone on the police car (Blues
Brothers) was part of their daily routine. Everyone participated, it was in all
their
interests, and anyway, how can anyone say 'No'
to some of the hottest chicks in town when they approach?

And then
it happened. Opening day arrived, on time. Everything was in place, every one
was organized, and there was only one thing left other than the popping of the
Champagne corks. Jody's special outfits for the opening number hadn't come back
from the seamstress. So she did at least have one thing to fret and panic
about. It could have been a disaster, knowing that everything was perfect.
Sitting around with nothing to do or worry about until opening time. As it was,
the last minute phone calls and the mix up with the delivery driver helped pass
the time and it all ended peacefully when the costumes arrived with one hour to
spare.

The
doors would open at eight but the floorshow wouldn't kick off till around ten.
All very early for a strip club but this was no ordinary place and it was no
ordinary night. All guests and punters were required to dress up. There would
be cocktails, hors d'oeuvres and aperitifs. The music would be awesome, the
clientele would be special, the drink would flow, the girls would be
'to die for'
and they would not be
forgetting this night of 'Bliss' for a thousand years. Well that's how it was
in Jody's head anyway.

As it
turned out she wasn't far wrong.

They
arrived in big numbers.
Suits and skimpy outfits.
Evening
dresses and open shirts.
Twenty something to sixty something.
It seemed, word had definitely got around, and they had their very own glad
rags and red carpet affair on their hands. The very one
they
could only have dreamt of.

Jody's
goal of mainstreaming the strip scene might actually work. Anyone can take
their clothes off, but not many can glamourize it, popularize it, and make it a
place to be seen.
A place to go, a place to be entertained, whether
you're male or female or otherwise.

Okay
we're getting ahead of ourselves now. Hot, horny and dirty on stage is never
quite going to be a mainstream pastime, but Jody wanted her piece of the
action, and with her own brand of up market, stylish, fun filled, clothing
removal routines, you just never knew?

The loud
music and even louder conversation, perforated with bubbly and beer, was interrupted
as Bill took to the stage and toned it down. He heaped praise on everyone but his
dog and left his final toast for Jody and her 'Bliss'.

"Her
vision, her passion and her style." Then
......
"Lights, dancers, and action."

He'd
always fancied himself as some sort of ‘Compere’ and this was his fifteen
seconds of fame. It didn't really suit him but he did the girls proud anyway
and now he could sit back, enjoy the show and make his dick sore, or his balls
blue, which ever came first (B'dledum tshhh). His investment was in safe hands.

The
lights dimmed, the music started, attentions were grabbed.

Loud,
raucous, rock guitar began a build up, an intro, a preface to something good,
something big, something most of them hadn't heard before. And then the
spotlights flashed, and again, all over the crowd before beaming back to the
stage and lighting up a menagerie with measured and moody electric
hues
. The low, slow bass began to thump its way into 'The
Zoo' and five filthy, foxy, feisty felines made their way up stage, out front
and into full view.

Jody's
special, opening number outfits had spots and stripes, ears, whiskers and tails.
They were also skin-tight and emphasized taught, tight, lithe, long, legs and
limbs. They sauntered and crawled, they scratched and they hissed, they licked
at their paws and their lips. These were dirty, naughty, very dirty and very
naughty little pussies.

They
bumped and they grinded, they wriggled and writhed and they gave their eager,
flesh hungry audience a feast for their eyes. Tongues dangled, emotions moved,
and wish lists soared, as they individually, and as a choreographed feline five
some, delivered fantasy and art and excitement and spice.

Their
dirty dance routine was punctuated with clawing and slashing as they fawned
over and fought with each other before licking and tending to their wounds.
Their
own, and each others’. Velcro rips appeared in their
skin-tight costumes, and things just got hotter. In perfect time with the
music, strategic panels were clinically torn, from breasts and bottoms and soft
under bellies, leaving firm, ample, nipple peaked boobs exposed and prominent,
rounded strawberry shaped buttocks bared for all to gaze upon (just as the
animal world intended them), and furry skinned pussy sheaths on display, which
barely contained the raging feminine fruits within.

The
costumes were a triumph, the girls were incredible, and the currency flew.
Pound after pound.
Pile upon pile.
Gift
upon gift.
And as they danced and displayed, teased and taunted, played
and pawed with each other, the audience got their fill. They got their monies
worth, and in due course, they got the cream too. The teeny, tiny, triangles of
feline fur were expertly discarded and our seductive and salacious pussycats
paraded their designer trimmed peaches with pride.

This was
what the crowd had come for.
Fantastic music, spectacular
dancers and an incredible show.
A celebration of the
female form.
Hot as hell and delivered in style.

The
girls took their bows, the crowd went nuts and the drink kept on flowing. As
the music returned to club level and the go-go dancers got going, Bill, Sarah
and Jody congratulated each other on their good fortune.

"Either
the Gods are looking down on us, or we deserve this.
"
said Bill.

"Both."
Chipped in Jody, and they clinked their glasses once more.

"Well
done, Missy." Added Sarah, "I'm still keen to see what you've got to
offer, though."

"Its
a surprise," said Jody, "I'll do my number a bit later, and I've
decided I'm going to use stage names from now on, so no one really knows its
me.
Extra makeup and wigs and such.
I want to keep
dancing, but..."

"Stripping!"
interjected Sarah.

"Okay
stripping. I know I can bring in the punters. But I want to stay a bit lower
key. After all, I've gotta run the place, and as you've just seen, I
can
get the girls up to scratch."

"Bloody
right!" said Bill. "They were fantastic, and who's the new girl?
The one in the leopard spots.
She could give Halle Berry a
run for her money."

"That's
Grace. She's a natural, and you keep your grubby little mitts to
yourself." Jody warned, whilst Sarah just stared at him, gritting her
teeth and nodding.

Bill
left the two of them, uncomfortably together, as usual, so he could get back to
circulating. He back slapped and hand shook his way round the club, as all his
friends and associates wished him 'all the best' on being the luckiest bastard
to have ever walked the face of the planet, and he loved it. Who wouldn't?

Jody was
trying her best not to drink too much as she had her own big number coming up
and she didn't want it to be
alcoholically
challenged
in any way. Not an easy feat when everyone around you wants to
'get a round in', in your honour.

She
eventually went to get changed and then Lucy came charging in, scantily clad in
her own 'next' outfit having removed all the animal skin and makeup from the
opening show.

She sat
on the edge of the dressing table, struggling to contain herself and facing
back at Jody, gave a wry smile, paused, then opened up with,

"You'll
never guess who just showed up."

"Santa
Clause?"

"Don't
be silly."

"The
Prime Minister?"

"No.
Someone you know."

"Me
mum and dad?"

"No,
Luke."

"Shit.
He didn't see you, did he?"

"No,
and he wouldn't recognize me anyway, I don't think."

"Actually
you
could get away with it. It's me I
don't want him to see. Funny isn't it. I just told Bill I was going to be
thinly disguised from now on, so I won't get spotted as the owner quite so
easily. And now
he
turns up."

"Don't
worry I'll set Rachael on him, or maybe Grace. She won't be able to put him
down. Anyway I thought you liked him?"

"I
don't
mind
him. I don't want to get
back together or anything and I certainly don't want him to know this place is
mine. In fact I don't want him to know I'm here at all."

"So
what's all the big surprise thing about?"

"It's
just that. A surprise. I just can't let the cat out o' the bag about it. Listen,
thanks for the warning. Don't make yourself too obvious or else he might not
get you back in for another 'Temping' session, and we
need
that when it comes round."