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Girls' Night Out
by Mary-Cade Mandus

Lucky, this is for you.

Eyeballing watch
Another hour
OMG...
How had she let them talk her
Into this?
A farewell party...fine
But...
A male strip club?!
Yuck!
They mean well...so
Put on a happy face
Bite the bullet
Make the best of it
And
Hope it ends...soon.
Lights go dim...curtain goes up
Music starts
Pulsing...jungle rhythms...lighting fire
In their blood
Noisy...yelling...pushing...panting
Women
Surrounding...embracing the stage

Pseudo cowboy...fireman...Viking...
Greek god...cop!
Prancing...gyrating...flexing...
Sweating
Her headache...keeping time with the music
Jostled...elbowed...black and blue...
By the screaming hordes...
Please, God take me now...her plea
Just one more act(?)..
Then she's free!

Spectral voice announces
"Ladies...The Bum-Rap is proud to present
The One...The Only...
Undercover Angel!"
Mt. Saint Helens erupting
Never made the noise
That exploded in the crowded room
Then
Just as sudden
A hush...(Great, just great! She's gone deaf!)
Falls
The air pulsing with the beat
Of a hundred pounding female hearts
Lights...fade...dry-ice flows
Figure...male...glides catlike
Into view
In silhouette...twists...James Bond stance
Red flash of gunshot
Johnny Rivers' voice belts out
"Secret Agent Man"
Breath trapped in hundreds of throats
Bursts forth
The audience goes
Wild!

Slowly...with panther grace
He deliberately...moves
Toward the hungry mass
No burlesque this...
No bump and grind
Just sheer...unadulterated...raw...
Masculine...bliss
Mouth curled...wicked sneer
Hands flash...buttons shoot like bullets
Across the stage
Piece by piece
His...clothes...removed
To reveal
A
Kevlar vest!

Slicing through the din
Her voice cries out
It can't be...can't be
Him!

Hands...shaking her...patting her
Waking her
"Diane...Diane...are you alright?"
You fell asleep
You gave us quite a fright
Screaming out...like that!"

Head aching...heart skipping
Eyes turning...searching...for
But only finding
"Cow-Poke" down to his leather
Thong
Upon the stage
Smiling...weakly
At her friends
She says
"It's been fun, and how...
but...
Can I go home now?"

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