She picked up her glass and took another big swallow of melted ice diluted, straight, top shelf J.She picked up her glass and took another big swallow of melted ice diluted, straight, top shelf J.B. and then eyeballed the arriving entourage as they walked into the room and over to repeat the embracing bit with John. Finally, when they'd all `done their thing' and virtually all of them had turned around at one time or another to stare over at her crouched in the back corner of her protecting booth, John walked over past her and down the back hallway. She heard him slam the door and lock it. His feet padded back up the hallway and stopped alongside her booth and private hiding place for the last hour or hour and half. "OK, Kid --- let's get the `Show' on the road! You need another drink?" Linda nodded sheepishly, tears streaming from her eyes as she looked up at him. In a very low, throaty whisper, he smiled back down at her and said "relax, Linda --- RELAX --- you're one damn sexy lady and you've got a lot of dancing talent --- from what I've seen of your `moves' and the way you work `our' customers, this'll be a cinch for you --- just choose your songs to tell part of your `act' and then give 'em hell, woman! YOU CAN DO IT --- I KNOW YOU CAN! Let's go!" Linda looked back at him through glassy half drunken eyes and slid out of her `hiding place', then walked over to the juke box and took one of the pile of quarters off the top of the machine. She punched a number, plugged another quarter, punched another, and on and on until she had about twenty songs loaded. Then she walked between the leg of the bar and the wall, away from the machine and turned left into the dressing room. She shut and locked the door and then stripped her black dancing suit off and stared at her five foot seven slim body in the mirror on the dressing table. |