Orchid lives in a small cabin behind
Madame Mireille's big burlesque house. There's barely room enough for herself,
let alone her growing daughter. Ginger is in a similar situation, living with
her young son Roger on Madame's seaside estate. It's been more than a year
since Orchid has worked, and she's sincerely indebted to Madame, but she can't
live in such cramped quarters much longer.
When Madame Mireille takes the children
for a car trip, Orchid catches a saucy burlesque performance… but the sight of
her lover Petra dancing for all those leering "jerks" and
holidaymakers makes her jealous beyond belief. Perhaps Petra will join her by
the seaside to remind her there are certain things the burlesque beauties only
do for each other?
But what about Orchid and Ginger's housing
situation? They can't bring themselves to ask Madame for more space. Can
precious Petra find a solution?
Excerpt:
“What’s the
special occasion?” Orchid asked.
“No special
occasion,” Madame replied as she snuck up on young Roger. Tickling the child,
she said, “I just thought this little monster might like an iced cream from his
Auntie Mireille!”
Roger squealed,
hopping from Orchid’s lap into Madame’s arms, hugging her tight around the neck
as she kissed his winsome head.
“Who will take
care of the front if you’re gone?” Orchid asked. “And the money side?” Setting
Roger down, Mireille took Annabel from Ginger. “Sally’s got a handle on the
money and such, though perhaps you could give her a hand at the start. In
truth, Orchid, I need you to watch the show once or twice before you start
performing again. We’ve made a few changes since you last took to the stage,
and I want you up to speed.”
Orchid hesitated.
Annabel was sleeping now, and Ginger fixing her basket for travel. The kids did
love going out in that Pontiac Pathfinder Deluxe. Madame had bought it on a
trip to Montreal, and driven all the way home to the Maritimes. Orchid couldn’t
imagine the sea air did that motor any favours, though. She worried it would
conk out in the middle of nowhere, but the trips always soothed Annabel, and
she couldn’t bear to deny her child anything of this world. Bad enough her
little girl was growing up without a father.
“Thank you,” she
said to Madame, kissing her baby’s bonnet before Mireille made off with the
little ones. With a heaving sigh, Orchid turned to Ginger and shrugged.
“It’s nice of her
and all, but every time Annabel’s out of my sight I feel as though a piece of
me were missing.”
“I know the
feeling all too well.” Ginger took on a wicked grin and approached Orchid
slowly, deliberately. Her eyes were so dark with desire there was no question
what she had in mind. “It’s certainly been a while since we were alone
together—no tykes, just…”
“Yes, indeed,”
Orchid agreed with a nervous chuckle. She backed up against the door of her
one-room cottage, glancing quickly at the clock. “Oh, what a shame! It’s time
for you to get ready for your matinee.”
Ginger loomed
large, licking her lips like she could devour Orchid in one gulp. Her breath
was so heavy, so laboured, that Orchid felt dizzied just standing there against
the door. A year ago, she’d have jumped at any opportunity for Sapphic
pleasure, but that was before she’d encountered Petra. Everything was different
now.
***
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