Turn Me On

Cherry glanced from Stef to Sabrina and nodded. “Excellent.” The song ended and she raised her voice a little. “Of course, it hardly seems fair to send off the film crew without a little bit of instruction, does it, gang?” she asked the group. “You two,” she crooked her finger at Sabrina and Stef, “over here.”

Surprise had Sabrina laughing. Some other time with some other person, maybe, but Stef? No way. “Thanks, but we need to finish up here and get going.”

“Nope, you’ve got to do at least one dance if you’re going to report on it. Them’s the rules.”

Sabrina picked up her notepad. “I learned plenty by watching.”

“Well, then it will be easy to demonstrate for us.”

Suddenly, it wasn’t nearly as amusing. “I’m hardly dressed for it,” she said, gesturing down at her miniskirt.

“We’re not exactly dressed ourselves,” Cherry purred. “Besides, short skirts work well for lap dancing.”

Stef shook his head. “I’ve done my volunteer work today.”

Kev suddenly became intensely interested in reviewing some playback, eyes locked on his equipment.

Cherry studied Stef coolly. “You know, that’s an awfully uptight attitude to take, especially since everyone in this room has signed a release to let you film us for national broadcast without asking for a dime.” She looked around at the women standing in lingerie and the men, many of whom were wearing only robes. There were murmurs and nods of agreements, then someone began a slow, measured clap.