Morning at Mausie's

"For fuck's sake" screamed Carmene. "Morty Hempel, you ole bastard".
"Hello cupcake, long time no see and Iva, baby, your lookin fine"

The "girls" ran to hug the man who had opened the Sassy Palms back in 1979. Morty had sold his infamous bar/cabaret room some 5 years ago to its current owner, a Ms Shandalier Wilson. The money went to buying a Condo in Boca where he now resided.

"What the hell are you doing here, you old fossil" Said Iva.

"You know me, I just can't stay away, somethin always draws me back to my gals" He said winking at Mausie.

Rumour was rife back in the day, that Morty and Mausie were an item on the side. Morty had married his teenage sweetheart Irma, but he always had a thing for Mausie and they kept up relations until the Sassy Palms was sold.

They shared a history. It was Morty who gave both Iva and Carmene their start in a business that they would make a career of sorts.

Sassy Palms was renowned. Morty recruited only the best "ladies" for his shows. There was Iva and Carmine of course, but there were others, Lady Luck, Black Magic, Caress, Margot Bourgeois to name but a few. But Morty alwasy had a soft spot for Iva and Carmene.

There was money to burn, it was the good ole days. The costumes were glamorous. Sequins and feathers galore and of course the girls did them justice.

"Hey, Morty" said Iva "you would flip your hair piece if you could see what that black bitch makes us wear. There ain't no frou frou, its all about lycra, spandex and tits. She says its good fer business. And now she is hirin those rice queens too"

Morty roled his eyes. He would not recoginise the Sassy Palms today. He was not sure he wanted to. But there was more to his visit than just catching up with an old love interest and friends. He was here for another reason. Something important.......