Third Rehearsal

The day of the burlesque show arrives and you once again make your way to Liz’s apartment.

“This’ll be my dress rehearsal,” she explains. “After this I’m just gonna walk through the routine a couple more times, have a light dinner, and take it easy until the show. Are you ready? Really pay attention to the details.”

You take your usual place in front of her makeshift stage and give her a thumbs up.

“I’m waiting with bated breath.”

By now you know her act almost as well as she does. The song plays out as Liz goes through all of the different stages of undressing, moving from one chore to the next and leaving behind a trail of discarded costume pieces. You certainly enjoy yourself. It’s hard not to.

You can tell that she’s been putting in a lot of work. She’s taken some of your notes and clearly developed her own ideas in her spare time. Everything fits together nicely and you don’t see any obvious flubs or fails.

Near the end you get to see that it is indeed a full dress rehearsal. Gone are the black panties and nipple tape. As the song finishes she’s standing in front of you in only a lacy white thong and heart-shaped pasties. They sparkle with blue rhinestones that match the dress pooled at her feet.

When it’s over she holds her final pose a little bit longer than usual. Then she quickly gathers up her costume and makes as though she’s exiting the stage.

She drops what she’s holding onto the couch, then throws on a thin silk robe. “I’m going to end in a spotlight. But when it goes dark I have to clear the stage fast.”

She sits on the arm of the sofa.

“Well? Am I ready for prime time?”