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fifteen minutes. Don’t go anywhere, we’ll be right back.”
    The band put down their instruments and exited the stage. They went to a little table in the back, in a dark little corner. A waitress brought them each a drink and placed a basket of pretzels on the table. Lola sat in the middle of the back, away from anyone who might want to bother her.
    They talked about the music they had just played, critiquing each other. They discussed the next set. They sipped their drinks and ate pretzels. They talked to the few patrons who wanted to say hello and comment on their music. Then it was time to go back on stage and play the next set.
    Lola started with The Song from Moulin Rouge .
    The way she sang and the way she moved around the stage demanded rapt attention. Everybody listened. Everybody watched. Her body, her voice, her lovely features, piercing green eyes and lustrous hair all complimented each other. No one could look anywhere but at her.
    Song after song, she sang her way through the set, still the center of attention during the occasional instrumental. Lola was sizing up the audience. It was one of the best they had played for in a long time.
    During the last break, she sat quietly. The waitress brought her an envelope. She opened it, a pensive look on her face. Smiling, she leaned over to whisper into Larry’s ear. “I’m going to do the Special tonight.”
    “Are you sure?” he asked.
    Lola nodded her head. Her serious expression changed to a glorious grin, showing him the envelope. It contained a note and five crisp hundred-dollar bills.
    “They won’t know what hit ‘em when I get through.”
    She excused herself and went to the ladies room, returning with long, white gloves on her hands that reached above her elbows.
    Leaning over, she whispered to Larry, “I’m Ready.”
    The band took the stage for the last set. It was 2:00 in the morning.
    Peter played Pipeline .
    Lola sang several songs leading up to her grand finale.
    Billy laid down a pulsating beat on the drums. Harold joined in on bass. Peter and Larry brought up the melody on guitar and piano.
    The Stripper!
    Lola strutted across the stage. Her marvelous hips rolled in time with the jungle beat of the drums. Her left leg showed itself up to her thigh through the slit in her emerald green, sparkly dress. Her torso moved seductively in a little shimmy, then she turned around and shook her hips, spreading her legs as far as the dress would allow.
    Turning back to face the audience, she strutted across the stage to the beat of the drums, slowly removing those long, high gloves. As she removed the first one, she threw it to the side, then she worked on the other one, all the time, strutting back and forth.
    After throwing both gloves to the side, she bent over at the waist to display her cleavage. Her lovely juggs jiggled just a little to get everyone’s attention.
    Back and forth. Back and forth.
    The audience was raucously applauding her.
    “Take it off! Take it off!”
    Somebody whistled.
    Eventually, she stopped, right in front of the drums, in the center of the stage. turning around she faced Billy. Reaching around behind her neck and slowly untying the straps that held up the front of the dress, she winked at Billy. Her arms stretched up over her head, holding the straps, letting first one, then the other down and back up, pulling her breasts up and down.
    Half turning to the right, she let the strap down, revealing the side of her breast. Then turning the other way, she did the same thing. Turning back to Billy, they smiled at each other. He pounded on the drums with a savage beat. Lola turned back to face the audience, repeating the strap drop a few times, strutting back and forth, then stopping and to face Billy again. She licked her top lip.
    The straps dropped, freeing her breasts as the top of the emerald dress fell to her waist. She shimmied a little before cupping them and turning to face the crowd again. Lifting one, then the