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     Miss Vienna wraps up her African fertility rite, takes her bows, picks up her numerous tips and vacates the stage.  The stage lights go down.

     “Okay, Uncle Petie, let’s get my Thai massage...I really need one tonight,” Angel whispers in my ear.

     A small, dark figure, clothed in flowing robes takes the stage.  Madonna’s “Like A Prayer” begins its introduction: “God...?”

     We start to make a move; only Angel stops us, saying, “Oh...wait.  This is my new girlfriend, Danielle.  She just started work here.”

     The spotlight snaps on exposing a nun, in black and white habit, kneeling in prayer center stage.

     All of you Catholic readers, with the nun fetish, pay attention!

     “I haven’t seen her act yet,” Angel explains, “do you mind if we watch?”

     “Of course not...I’ve always found nuns k-kinda kinky,” I admit.

     Angel giggles, and adds, “Danielle’s from Paris. She got stuck in a convent when she was a kid, and does this nun bit to get even with the sisters.  She has the cutest little French accent.”

     Now the nun rises slowly to her feet, outstretches her arms similar to a crucifix, opens her eyes and lifts her face heavenward.  Danielle’s cornflower blue eyes and facial structure reminds me of the actress Anne Heche.

     In due course, as the number progresses, the nun’s habit is shed in stages; ultimately revealing a skimpy red bra and G-string with the standard-issue spiky, transparent platform heels most of the dancer’s are shod in.

     I had no idea nun’s undergarments were that racy, dear reader!  No wonder the Pope is always smiling and blessing them!

     Danielle wears her platinum blond hair short; it’s very Parisian and suits her.  Her body is trim – resembling a waif comparable to Anne Heche - except Danielle has a beautiful set of implants, sadly, unlike the fabulous Ms. Heche.

     A waif with spectacular tits!  Outstanding! 

“Do You Hear Me, Annie?” – Lindsey Buckingham

     From the way she smoothly moves onstage, Danielle has obviously had some formal ballet and jazz training, and I’d guess she’s in her mid-twenties.  She smiles, laughs, and teases the audience; this child solely lives to perform. 

     Bottom line: she’s one “le hot, petite croissant.”

     Patrons commence moving to the front rows on the stage’s three sides, to get closer to Danielle and lay out bills on the stage.  She’s quite the cash magnet!

     Well into Danielle’s second number, Angel whispers in my ear, “Isn’t she simply the sweetest little thing you’ve ever come across?”

     “Oh, yeah,” I agree.  “I’ll take a half-dozen...where d-do I sign up?”

     Angel chuckles, and then adds, “We’ve been working the club as a twosome.  Danielle doesn’t have a mean bone in her body; I simply love her.  The customers can’t get enough of her...she’s made me a lot of money.”

     I tear my eyes away from the sexy waif onstage, and look at Angel, as I say, “Hey, chica, you’re not exactly chopped t-tortillas yourself.  In my book you’re one hot enchilada, and I’ll bet my last Benjamin that D-Danielle feels the same way about you.”

     Angel smiles, hugs me, and says, “Dammit, Uncle Petie, if you don’t do wonders for this Mexicana’s ego.”  She kisses me on the cheek.

     Danielle eventually wraps up her second number to Celine Dion’s “That’s The Way It Is,” completing her act nude, displaying a well-waxed body totally sans pubic hair. 

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