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white wine; some rude and silly dancing, and
some boobs in faces, but the closest they got to flesh was “cammies’ and
knickers.” Your typical bloke’s perfect slumber party really, but without the
lesbian action.
    Bill was
on time and the girls were ready. Well almost. They’d wound themselves up in to
a tightly sprung bag of nerves all mixed up with excitement, trepidation,
giggles and uncertainty. Not the best of cocktails for an audition but a
healthy one under the circumstances.
    On the
way, Barry gave them instructions on conduct and what would be expected of
them. There would be other girls auditioning also and competition would be
stiff.
    “Just
like the audience,” according to Bill.
    There
were some spare outfits they could use or they could perform in what they were
wearing. They’d been second-guessing all their options anyway and had come
prepared. Coincidentally, Jody had enough suitable outfits for them both.
    Barry
‘nudged and winked’ with the doorman at “Vamps” when they got there, before the
‘beast with no neck’ opened the big glass and brass door for them all to enter.
    “Don’t
nightclubs look weird when the lights are on?” said Jody. She had expected loud
pumping music and people, and stage lights and everything else, but this was
quiet, still, strange and empty, except for a few people in front of the main
stage who looked relaxed but bored.
    Barry
and Bill led the way over and the girls followed. He introduced them and they
were taken by one of the women to a changing room.
    There
were three other girls in there. One particularly young and nervous looking
blonde with tattoos, leaning on the locker doors, and two more, slightly older
women sitting at the dressing tables, chatting. They looked around and gave
Rachael and Jody the once over before continuing with their conversation. None
of them looked exactly ravishing, athletic, or ‘centre-fold-like’ and Jody
began to feel like the two of them could be ‘ahead of the game’.
    The
woman who had shown them in told them to get ready or changed or whatever, and
they would all be called out shortly.
    “Do we
go out one at a time?” asked Rachael, digging for some group support. The lady
replied, advising them she wasn’t sure and the boss would tell them what he
wanted. “Just sit tight till we call you,” she said and then left.
    Somewhat
uncomfortably, they removed their coats and began to sort out their make-up.
The older women began to snigger between themselves.
    “First time,
is it love?” she said to Jody in a very snide manner.
    “Yes,
how can you tell?” Jody asked in all seriousness.
    “Your
outfits. What were you thinking?”
    Taking
offence, and choosing to ignore ‘the bitches’ as best she could, Jody turned
around to concentrate on her own finishing touches. Before too long they were
given the shout to come out on the stage together. “Looks like we’re having a
parade,” whispered Rachael, holding Jody back so the two of them could walk out
last.
    The
place was now dark other than for some bright stage lights. The five of them
walked in a line and stopped at the front of the stage, to face their
assessors.
    The man
in the middle broke the silence, “You could have made an effort, Dawn. And
you.” he pointed to the second of the two M.I.L.F.S. “I forget your name.”
    “This
isn’t the fucking “Lipstick Lounge” you know,” he added, “This place is a
little more up market. Primo, got it?”
    They
shuffled with the slightest of embarrassment and Jody inwardly punched the air
in triumph. She surmised that the ‘old girls’ were ‘circuit girls’, which is why the boss seemed to know them, and then her
thoughts were interrupted as he turned his derogatory attentions to her. “Barry
did a fucking good sales job on me, to get you two kids here. You look like
something out of an “Ann Summers” catalogue. I hope I’m not gonna be disappointed.
    He then
pointed at the tattooed blonde.