The Voluptuous Jules was out of action last night. Instead
of being our rear showgirl (in more ways than one), dancing at the back to
demonstrate moves whenever we turn the troupe around, she settled into the role
of being a stern task mistress and demanding audience.
“Don’t look at me!” she chastised the troupe, every time a
showgirl made the mistake of looking up during the early part of the routine in
which we make no eye contact. “NOW look at me!”
Frankly, this demonstrated what I have always claimed, which
is that we could squeeze those delicious curves into a sheath of skin tight, studded black PVC and make
a fortune out of her as a cracking dominatrix. At last, our retirement fund is secured. J
She also rose effortlessly to the task of getting the slow,
quick, slow arse waggling to be coordinated across all our showgirls, while I
shouted random body parts from the front of the troupe to keep the timing
tight.
I tell you, the start of that routine looks fabulous already
– “You’re all looking very naughty”, says Jules, repeatedly to our gorgeous showgirls. High praise
indeed.
Yours, working on an itinerary for her worldwide tour,
Burlicious x
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