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"What you see here, gentlemen, is only a small sample of what those little
ladies will show you inside. Every one of these dancers has been selected for
her ... er ... particular dancing ability. This is not a family show; so we
don't urge you to bring the little woman in. I'm not exaggerating when I
promise you that you will never regret the price of one ticket. We're going to
be full up inside; so I suggest you get in line now and get your ticket for
the kind of show that you've never seen before."
Lureen studied the barker. He was slim, and he had brown hair with sideburns
like Elvis. She thought he was kind of handsome, and he moved like he was full
of energy or electricity. His white shirt was open at the neck and wet with
sweat in his armpits. She liked his voice, and she liked the way he winked at
the crowd. She thought it must be exciting to work in a carnival.
The dancing girls all wore satin brassieres and little skirts with gold fringe
around the bottom. Their legs were encased in black net stockings with sequins
that flashed when the light hit them.
"Now, Lila is going to give you just a short demonstration of what I'm telling
you about, gentlemen. Show 'em what I mean, Lila." The barker smiled at the
woman at the end of the line. She was older than the rest, and Lureen saw she
had a soft layer of fat that was marked with a red line where the fringed
skirt circled her waist. She stepped to the front
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of the stage and began to move her midsection so that you could see the
muscles beneath her skin bunch and ripple up and down. It didn't seem quite
right to Lureen to have Elvis singing for a dance like this one, but she did
think the woman was pretty talented, even though she never smiled and chewed
gum all the while she performed.
The men crowding against the platform didn't seem to mind; they weren't
watching the dancer's face.
There was a scratching sound that made Lureen wince as Elvis's voice stopped,
and "The Steel Guitar Rag" blared out. Now Lila put her hands behind her head
and with elbows akimbo began to thrust her pelvis forward violently to the
twanging music. The flesh at her waist quivered with each Boom . . . Boom, and
the watching males sent out a kind of tension that made Lureen step back and
cross her arms over her breasts. She'd seen a pack of dogs once circling a cat
up a tree and the men reminded her of the straining, growling animals.
The music stopped in mid chorus, and Lila dropped her arms to her sides and
stepped back into the line of dancers. All the life disappeared from her body;
she didn't look at the crowd, but turned and walked back through the flap in
the tent behind the stage.
"She wiggles, she jiggles, and she bounces, men. And she does more, but that's
all for now. Line up over here and get your tickets. Fifty cents. One half
dollar for a full show inside. Don't tell your wife, and don't tell your
girlfriends. The show starts in two minutes; so have your money ready."
A couple of the men grinned with embarrassment and moved away into the
constantly surging midway, but most of them dug into their pockets for coins
and passed through the ticket stand. Lureen watched the last of the dancers
disappear behind the stage and saw that there were spots in the sparkling net
stockings that had been darned with heavy black thread.
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She stood, hesitantly wondering where to go next. Part of her wished she had
the fifty cents to go inside; she was curious about what more Lila could show
the crowd that she
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hadn't done outside. She wondered what it must be like to have so many eyes
watching you when you danced, admiring you. And she wondered how you could
make your stomach do all those rolling movements that made it look like that.
"Hey! You! Hey, girlie!"
Lureen jumped. The man in the white shirt who'd sold the tickets was leaning
over his stand and calling to her. He smiled and she could see white lines in
his tanned face as the skin pulled tautly across his cheekbones. She walked a
little closer, and his eyes were so blue they were almost white. He was older
than she'd thoughtùmaybe about thirty, but she found him the best-looking man
she'd ever seen in her whole life.
"You mean me?" she asked.
"Yeah, sweetheart. You." He jumped off the platform by placing one arm on the
stage and vaulting over the footlights. His biceps stood out on the supporting
arm, and his body moved as effortlessly as a leaf in the wind. He was short
and that surprised herùhardly taller than she was. He stood so close to her [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]

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