"Somethin dangerous" queried Shandy, as they sped off to Mausie's house. "Honey, I don't DO dangerous. But Im ever so curious, what do you mean".
"Get in the car and I will explain my plan" said Dirk
As they were about to pull away, Liz leaned out her window tossing an emptied Fosters stubbie toward them, screaming "Not even a fuckin thanks ya chunts".
Shandy, Dirk and Mausie looked back in horror, not for the fact that Liz threw the stubbie, or due to the stream of obscentities that flowed from her rancid lips, but the fact that as she lean't out the window, her stained Osti frock fell open revealing tits resembling a couple of flat wind socks. Shandy gagged.
Dirk went on "Imelda is certainly responsible for all this and she is using the Sassy Palms to launder her drugs. Word has it she is becoming a major player about town, but we have no proof. She wants you out of the picture, thats for sure, but she thinks you have gone into hiding"
"Well I am in hiding"
"Ahhh yes, until you make your triumphant reappearance on stage at the Sassy Palms tommorrow night"
"Darling I leave that to the girls, I have not performed in yonks" replied Shandy whilst suggestively stroking the leather seat of Dirk's Mustang with the tip of her impeccably manied finger nails, which reminded her, she needed to call Sooling her nail technician to have her the silicon touched up.
"Shandy, you were famous for you performances, your the best in the business, let word get out that you will be making a one off appearance to celebrate your innocence. This will piss Imelda big time and if we are lucky she may just show her true colours?
"If you think it will help" said Shandy
"Im sure it will, but first we must get you to Mausie's so that you can freshen up and rest"
"Yes my dear" said Mausie "You can stay as long as you like
On arrival at Mausie's, Shandy flipped open her phone and dialled.
"Margot love, its about the show....yeah yeah the new one Mystique Mayan Mayhem. I will be taking the lead for a one off performance..........Yes yes I know Imelda won't be happy, but its my decision and she will have to go with it, thanks ever so darlin, see you tommorrow night"
"Good" said Dirk "Im sure Imelda will react when she knows your back, especially since you are taking the lead role from her"
Shandy stared at Dirk, her lashes fluttered "Should I be nervous"
Dirk grabbed her hands and lead her to the hallway, they were alone. "Not whilst Im with you. There is no way I will let anything happen, you know you can trust me"
Shandy hoped that she could trust him to take her then and there on the floor. She desired him so, but suppressed these thoughts....................for now.
Dirk stared intensely at Shandy, she was beautiful and the the chemistry between them was tangible. Moving closer their lips parted and they passionately embraced, tongues uniting. Shandy slipped her hand down his Dolce and Gabana shirt, his hairy chest was firm to the touch. Hmmmmm, Shandy liked them masculine and toned. She tweeked his nipple which became immediatly errect.
"Coffees ready" yelled Mausie from the kitchen.
Dirk and Shandy broke from their grasp, momentarily flustered. There would be plenty of time to finish what they had started, thought Shandy.
Later the following day, Shandy arrived at the Sassy Palms where she met with Margot to go over the nights performance.
"Im nervous" said Margot, "I told her she was not taking the lead in tonights show and she spat it, came out with all this asian babble. I tell you Shandy she is in a mood"
"She will just have to get over it won't she" replied Shandy
Bit by bit the other "girls" arrived for the pre show rehearsal. Iva Biggun, Carmene, Lady Luck and Caress were ready to go.
"Girl I think its fab that you are performing tonight in celebration of your bein found innocent" said Carmene "The word has got round and we are expecting the house to be full to the headbands"
"Excellent. Where is Imelda" asked Shandy
"She has called in ill" said Lady Luck, "As if"
"Fine, we can work without her, lets get started"
MEANWHILE IN IMELDA'S APARTMENT.
"I tell you Veela, I no happee" said Imelda as she paced the floor driving her stilettoed heels into the magenta faux fur rug.
"I know I know" said Vera gruffly.
"She mucking my plans. She sposed to be out of pucking country and I get Sassy Palms for my bizness venture, big shipment alive soon. Veela, Shandy have to go for good. You stupi bi, you fail first time, but this time we no fail darling, we get her, get her good, yesssss?"
LATER THAT N IGHT AT THE SASSY PALMS
Backstage the girls were all a fluster. It was the first time they were to perform the new show "Mystique Mayan Mahem". Margot had excelled with the costuming and they even had three hunky male dancers that were to wear as little as possible. This would keep the queens happy she thought.
The Sassy Palms was FULL, not a seat was vacant and people were even standing at the back and sides. Word had spread that Miss Shandalier Wilson was making a rare performance. She was the best and the room was electric. Amongst the crowd were undercover cops and of course Dirk was there too. His eyes peeled.
The lights dimmed, the room fell silent as the silver lame curtains parted. The stage was bathed in gold light. Suddenly the music cranked up it was a throbbing Mexican infused techno beat. The girls sashayed onto the stage, they were wearing amazing Mayan inspired emsembles of bronze lurex and "sun" shaped headresses. Sublime.
The music reached fever pitch and finally Shandy made her appearance on a revolving platform, she wore a lavish costume depicting the sacred Aztec Quetzal Bird, in hues of shimmering emerald green and red, a red best described as the red of a 10 dollar bargain bin Gap tee shirt. Tacky but somehow appropriate. Her head was adorned with plumage. She was a vision.
The dancers began to writhe and gyrate about her using exotic and erotic moves, the girls were dancing up a storm. But then, just as she was about to lip sync herself into a frenzy...............
Saturday, December 02, 2006
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