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sir.”
    “Anytime,” he said.
    Tizzy turned back to the bartender. “Now, about the dancer I mentioned. Is she working tonight?”
    “Babe, we have several dancers who fit that description. Where’d you meet her?”
    “Oh . . .,” she stammered, the question caught her off guard. “I work at the bakery in Brownsboro. She came in. Said she planned to work a bachelor party in town. So, we got to talking and she mentioned y’all might be hiring.” I shouldn’t have told him where I work. Damn, I wish I’d thought this through.
    Three-D thinned his lips into a tight line. “I don’t have any idea who she could be. Let me get my dad over here,” he said, and motioned to a big man at the other end of the bar.
    “Dad, you know anything about one of the girls doing a bachelor party over at Brownsboro?”
    “Nah. Why do you wanna know?” he asked Tizzy.
    “Oh, no reason really. I just thought she worked here and I was going to say hello.”
    “This is Velvet, Sugar and Cinnamon. They’re looking for extra work.”
    Double-D grinned. “If you girls are serious, how ‘bout you show me what you got?”
    “What’d you mean?” Tizzy asked.
    “Get on stage and do a number.”
    “Oh . . . I . . . we . . . didn’t come prepared to perform. We aren’t in costume. I mean, we aren’t dressed to undress .”
    Jinx leaned forward. “That leg move was pretty damn sexy. I’d vote to see y’all dance, clothes and all.”
    Tizzy glared at Jinx. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, sir , but we’re really not equipped to perform tonight.”
    “C’mon, Babe, the guy’s right. We’ll take into account it’s spur of the moment. One little dance. The excitement has kinda fizzled. I think the crowd is up for something different. You don’t have to take anything off. You get a good reaction from the clowns, you’re hired,” Three-D said.
    Tizzy’s stomach flipped-flopped. “I don’t . . .
    Synola shoved forward. “I got this.” She pointed to the shots still on the counter. “Bottoms up girls and let’s dance.”
    Before Tizzy or Rayann could protest, Three-D picked up a wireless mike and announced. “Put your hands in your pockets, because coming to the stage are three sexy ladies. VELVET, SUGAR, AND CINNAMON!”
    Several clowns pulled out their horns and began honking , along with cheering and chanting, VELVET! SUGAR! CINNAMON! VELVET! SUGAR! CINNAMON!
    Synola took the lead and although Tizzy felt Rayann resist with all of her one-hundred-and-ten pounds, Synola pulled them on stage. The music started with a heavy beat. Tizzy didn’t know how Synola did it in stilettos, but she maneuvered into a cartwheel and ended in the splits at center stage next to the pole. She grabbed onto the shaft and pulled her body up straight, then wrapped her legs around the metal stick, and spun in a circle several times. When she stopped, she segued into a thrusting Beyoncé bootie-bounce and motioned for the pair to join her. Tizzy pulled Rayann forward and they danced around Synola, gesturing as if she were a puzzle on Wheel of Fortune.
    The clowns joined Synola ’s enthusiasm and began to honk their horns and chant again.
    Tizzy’s head spun from watching Synola strut, bump, and grind. She and Rayann continued their Vanna impersonation, and added some bumps and grinds of their own. Jinx moved closer to the stage and grinned from ear to ear.
    Synola turned her back to the spectators, did a butt jiggle-wiggle combination, then bent double and peeked at the crowd from between her legs. She twirled around and began to unbutton her blouse and nodded toward Tizzy and Rayann. Tizzy got the message, swallowed hard and wished she had another shot of tequila.
    She walked over to Rayann and started to unbutton Rayann’s lace jacket and whispered for her to return the favor. They want a show; she could give them a show. A little girl on girl action should do the trick.
    As the two unbuttoned each other, the clowns went wild.