by Tawny Taylor
But not anymore.
“Take these off,” Bette said, her thumb brushing over the red sequined flowers hiding Poppy’s nipples. Bette sat back in her seat, content to be the audience, while Poppy slowly removed her pasties. In the background, Poppy could hear the chords of “Fever” by Peggy Lee; it was Cookies ’n Cream’s number—the final act. Usually, Bette closed the show. But she and Cookie had made some crazy bet, and Cookie won. They wouldn’t even tell Poppy what the bet had been about. She felt like such an outsider, and wondered when that would change. How long would she have to be at the Blue Angel before she understood the place? Before Agnes spoke to her? Before the customers shouted her name? A year? Two?
But none of that mattered right now. All that mattered was that her robe was on the floor, her pasties were in her hand, and Bette was staring at her bare breasts.
Poppy decided to be proactive. That was her new mantra, proactive. She’d heard it on Oprah, or read it in Cosmo. Or someplace important like that. Don’t wait for things to come to you.
She stepped forward, her eyes locked with Bette’s. It was disturbing to admit it, but she was, for once in her life, faced with someone hotter than herself.
“I’m not really in the mood to drink tonight,” said Bette.
She turned back to her iPhone.
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