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garment shot off as if fired from a gun. She pantomimed surprise. The audience whooped with laughter. To the next trumpet blare, she popped the other
hip. A garter magically pinged off her leg. It was with wide-eyed amazement that she let the fan she was holding over her breasts slip down so they were revealed, two enormous white globes
imperfectly covered by a silver bustier. She looked down at them. Pop! The bustier flew off, revealing the silver tasselled pasties on her nipples. The audience was in ecstasy as they watched her
jiggle her breasts in perfect synch, spinning them in circles, the tassels flying out. As the music reached a crescendo, she swirled around, turning her back to the room, slipping away the fan
covering the equally rounded and enormous white spheres of her ass, enough so that so they could see the glittering silver G-string threading between them. She bent over, thrusting her bottom at
the audience, just as the trumpet wailed to a final top note and the lights dropped to black.
    The audience went wild. Cheers, screams, whoops of applause. As the spotlights snapped on again and Carrie On, covered again by her lavender-pink fans, curtseyed demurely, laughing and waving
one silver-gloved arm in acknowledgement of her adoring public, Evie was already slipping off her stool and heading for the door.
    ‘Hey!’ called a voice behind her. ‘Hang on a minute!’
    A tap on her shoulder made Evie swing round, realising that the voice had meant her; she looked down to see Sallie, the stage manager of Maud’s, a small, efficient, tubby little woman in a
black bandage dress that turned her figure into Ursula’s from The Little Mermaid. The thought made Evie smile: her own act, which she’d been choreographing with the help of Natalie and
Laura, cast her as a mermaid: maybe I can get Sallie to come on and do a witchy cackle, she thought, even as Sallie said:
    ‘So! Want to do your audition in front of an audience?’
    Evie’s jaw dropped. She’d been visiting Maud’s that evening as a prelude to her audition the next day, which was scheduled for the afternoon, well before both Maud’s and
the Midnight Lounge opened for business. There was no way that there would be an audience here tomorrow afternoon; so Sallie must mean—
    ‘Natalie and Laura didn’t go down like a house on fire,’ Sallie said bluntly. ‘Too much acrobatics, not enough sex. They say you’re the one to bring the hoochie.
You want to take their slot in the late set? It was their idea, so you won’t be stepping on any toes.’
    ‘I wasn’t expecting—’Evie started.
    Sallie shrugged. ‘Your costume’s here, right? Give it a shot. You’d be going on after Jerome.’ She grinned widely. ‘Trust me, he knows how to work up a crowd
– he gets them all hot and bothered, it’s a great act. So.’ She put her hands on her hips. ‘You in or out?’
    I don’t have a choice, Evie thought. It’s now or never. And she wasn’t some newbie just off the bus, fresh out of stage school in Oklahoma, suddenly getting her big break
because the lead in the musical turned her ankle: she’d been stripping for ages, in front of a much more hardcore audience than this one. What the hell am I pussying around for?
    ‘Let me just ring Paulie at the Lounge and tell him I won’t be back, okay?’ she said, pulling out her phone.
    ‘You can do that from backstage,’ Sallie said, bustling her out of the bar, through an anonymous black-painted door and down very scruffy corridors.
    All backstage areas look the same, Evie thought as they went; she’d visited one of the girls from the Lounge who’d got a gig as a Rockette at Radio City Music Hall last Christmas
season, had been so excited at the prestige, plus being in a show her kids could come to see. She was back at the Lounge now, telling all the girls there who met the height and leg length
requirements not to even think about trying out for the gig: they worked you like dogs, two