The next day, we rode to the Burlesque lounge together. Holding hands, we walked into the building. Alexis and Payton were at the table towards the stage. Alexis's mouth dropped, while Payton shook her head and smiled.
"Payton, Alexis, this is Yulia," I introduced her, kissing her hand.
"Nice to meet you," Yulia smiled warmly.
"Babe, we better go get ready, we're on in ten," I led Yulia to the makeup room.
I stripped myself of my casualties and changed into violet tights, a burgendy, black laced corset, and black high heels.
"We match," Yulia smiled.
"We do. This is the outfit you were wearing when I first seen you," I said as I fixed my hair into pigtails, and hairsprayed.
We went on stage to get out places set. Our first introduction to the show required us to sit on a roundlike platform. I kissed Yulia good luck as we were waiting for the spotlights to give us our signal to start.
The curtains separated, as we sat on the ball, hands at our waist, looking serious.
The light gleamed into the darkness of the room. Our dimmed spotlight shined on the metallic black, round platform. Yulia and I looked at eachother, leaned in to give a kiss, stopped short before we could reach eachother's lips, and whispered gently;
"It's Burlesque,"
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She's a Burlesque Dancer.
Short StoryThis is a short story about a romance between two different women. A Burlesque dancer, and a small town girl that came for a time with her friends, but noticed something she couldn't keep her eyes off of. Yes, this story has some mature parts in it...
