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competition here or one upmanship. Mistress Coco wouldn’t allow it. She let her girls know upfront that any woman who performed for her, was to be supportive of every other performer who graced that stage. Those who couldn’t abide this rule were quickly told their services were no longer needed.
    Devyn heard the clapping and hooting as Jazmine ended her set. She was phenomenal, of course. Exiting the stage, Jazmine gave Devyn two thumbs up and a quick kiss on the cheek.
    “You were great,” Devyn whispered before moving into her position behind the curtain. Devyn liked to use the curtain to emerge from, instead of just walking out on stage from one of the sides.
    “Ladies and gentlemen, coming to the stage, is a performer I am personally very proud of. She has come a long way in a relatively short period of time. Her moves will leave you with your jaws on the floor and tongues wagging. Ladies hold on to your men. And men, you might want to hold on to your ladies, if you know what I mean! Shit, if I was thirty years younger, I would give all you men a run for your money for the attention of this young lady.” Mistress Coco winked at the audience to uproarious laughter.
    “Without further ado, give it up for Black PEEEAARRRLL!” The audience clapped as Celia Cruz’s energetic voice began. Devyn stuck out her leg from behind the curtain, before bursting on stage, as the beat dropped. She strutted to the beat of the music, using the entirety of the stage to rile up the audience. Crossing the stage for a second time, she turned her back to the audience, and rotated her shoulders in a snake like motion as she moved her hips. She dipped her head back, still moving her shoulders and the audience roared.
    Pivoting on one foot she rotated her hips, and turned to face the audience, as she did a quick salsa step across the stage again, reaching behind her, slowly bringing down the zipper of her dress. She turned her back to the audience again and when they noticed she was taking her dress down, they yelled some more. She finally stripped out of the dress, tossing it to the side, showing off the tight skirt, stockings, and corset she wore underneath.
    Moving closer to the front of the audience she teased a few men and women in the front row, shaking her breasts in their faces, before moving back and reaching for the garter straps of her skirt. She removed the snaps of the stocking on her left leg then her right, all while still shaking her hips and moving across the stage. Turning her back to the audience again, she began pulling down her skirt, bending at the waist to give the audience full view of her black lace thong panties. The audience clapped and stomped their feet. Continuing to shake to the beat, Devyn shook her shoulders and wiggled her hips as she turned, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. Slowly, as she sauntered across the stage she let one strap drop, then the other, before tossing the bra to the side of the stage. All that remained were her stockings, lace thong and pasties. She shook her breasts to the ending notes of the song, allowing the pasties to shake and twirl. The audience clapped as the song ended and she took her bow, before blowing them a kiss, and exiting the stage.
    While on stage, Devyn couldn’t see the faces of all the audience members that well. If she had, she would have noticed a pair of intense blue eyes that were now burrowing holes in her back as she exited the stage.
     

Chapter 8
    “Pearl you were amazing!” Jazmine exclaimed excitedly when she hugged Devyn as she exited the stage.
    “Thank you! That was so much fun. This never gets old!” Devyn declared, just as enthusiastically as Jazmine.
    Devyn entered the locker room to wait for her discarded costume to be brought to her. She felt energized and exhilarated, as she always did once she stepped off the stage. She was just about to pull out her phone to text Mercedes, when a knock on the door sounded, and Mistress Coco entered