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Sleeping Beauty-ish: These Boots are Made for Dancing
By Shawna Stimple
"You keep saying you've got something for me..."
The words blared out of the radio for just a moment, before Eugene
quickly turned it off. "That song came out four months ago, and they
still won't stop playing it!" he said to no one, speeding home from
school. It was the last day of the year, and Eugene couldn't wait to
start his summer vacation, but above all else, he could finally get a
haircut. After the last adventure with his sister Mary Anne, their
mother had come to wake him up, only to find her son in a girlish
attire, reeking of cigarettes and alcohol. This inspired more than a few
questions. Once she heard both Mary's and his side of the story, she
drew her own conclusions; neither was telling the whole truth.
Part of the punishment for sneaking out with Mary Anne over Christmas
break, was that Eugene couldn't get a haircut before finishing the
school year. He was stuck with the Mod style his sister had trapped him
in for five months. The teasing was relentless at first, but after a
month or so, his hair was back to the shaggy mop that it had been in
November. Now it was down to his shoulders, and just plain annoying.
He'd beg his mother for a haircut, but her answer never varied. "You
should have thought of that before you let it get so long in the first
place. It's not my fault your hair grows faster than humanly possible."
Eugene did count himself lucky that they had let him get a car for his
sixteenth birthday. On the other hand, Mary Ann had hers taken away. Not
satisfied, her parents reduced her monthly allowance to only cover
living expenses; that way she'd have to spend all her time in the dorms,
they thought...Failing to realize it barely affected her social life, for
there was always a boy ready to throw all the money he could at her.
Hopes of going steady were worth the price.
Mary Anne was sitting on the sofa, thumbing through a magazine when
Eugene walked into the room. "Hey there, Jeanie! I need you to take me
somewhere," she said, without even looking up.
"No way, I've got to get a haircut. Mom and Dad said that I'd have to
pay for my own gas this summer, and no one's going to hire me anywhere
if I look like this. I'm just here to get the money for the barber."
"Mom left it on the kitchen table. She also said you had to take me."
"I seriously doubt that. I'm sure they want to keep you under lock and
key until you're forty."
"I'm just going to Jane's. I haven't seen her since last semester." she
said, finally breaking away from her reading, glancing up with big puppy
eyes. Mary Anne knew she had hit his weak spot by mentioning Jane.
Eugene had a crush on her since they were little, and it held just as
strongly today as it had on the playground.
"Just to Jane's house, right?" he said, trying to hide his eagerness.
"Yes, just to Jane's. I promise. You won't even have to pick me up."
"Okay, fine. Get your stuff. I'm in a hurry."
"Thanks Jeanie. You're the best," Mary Anne said, before leaping up and
rushing to grab her things. While he was waiting downstairs, Eugene
glanced up at the family portrait hanging above the fireplace mantle.
The bouffant hairdo he sported in that photo was eye catching, to say
the least. It was half a year till next Christmas, and he couldn't wait
for that monstrosity to be replaced. Once his sister came bounding down
the stairs, she caught him looking, and started to open her mouth.
"Don't say a word, or I'll leave you on the side of the road." he said
glaring back. She didn't have to say anything. Her grin said it all.
Twenty minutes later, the pair pulled into Jane's driveway. She was
sitting on the porch smoking a cigarette, when she saw the car pull in.
Jane leaped from her seat and ran to the car, like the house was on
fire. "Mary Anne!" she squealed, as the two girls embraced. "I missed
you. Oh my god! Is that Jeanie?! I haven't seen you in ages. Come give
me a hug."
Eugene stepped out of the car, trying, and failing, to look cool while
doing it. As he hugged Jane, he remembered how nice she always smelled.
"Hey Jane. How are you?"
"I'm great, been working as a Go Go dancer downtown. Why don't you come
in, and we can catch up."
Mary Anne piped in, "Mr. Bigshot here, has to go get a haircut."
"Nonsense. Haircuts can wait. Right, Jeanie?"
"I don't know..." Eugene said, shuffling his feet.
"Please. Come up to my room, smoke a joint with us. Then I'll let you
go. What do you say?"
"Okay...I guess, but not for too long. I need to make it to the barbers
before they close."
"Of course." With the wink that followed, Eugene would have gone with
her to the moon.
Eugene took a seat on Jane's bed while she sat at her vanity, stroking a
brush through her chestnut hair a few times. "Where the hell is it?!"
Mary Anne yelled, while digging through her purse.
"You'd lose your head if it wasn't attached," Eugene said, prompting a
snicker from Jane.
"Not you too!" she said to her best friend, playing up the betrayal.
"What? It's true," Jane said, full out laughing. The three enjoyed each
other's company greatly, and it was kind of relaxing to be together
again. Eugene was just thrilled that he was finally hanging out with a
girl besides his sister, on something other than a play date.
"Found it!" Mary Anne exclaimed, before pulling the joint from her
purse. They switched on the radio and sat on the floor, smoking and
conversing. Minutes seemed to melt away, as Eugene laid back and relaxed
for the first time in weeks. He hadn't even taken the time to realize
that he didn't have school in the morning.
The mood was light, until "You keep saying you've got something for me"
blared from the radio without warning. "I'm so tired of this song!"
Eugene shouted, rising to his feet. "Wouldn't it be crazy, if in the
future, they don't play the same forty songs on the radio?"
"Very crazy," Jane said, grabbing his pant leg. "Where are you going?"
"I've got to go get a haircut, remember?"
"Who cuts hair at seven at night?" Mary Anne said, sitting up.
"Seven at night? Shit!" Eugene said, finally noticing the clock.
"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry." Jane added, pulling him back to the floor. "It's
just a haircut right? You can get one later."
"I was hoping to get up early and go looking for work. I'm going to need
money this summer."
"I know what you mean. I've got to work later, or I'm not going to be
able to go to that concert next weekend."
"Right! Is it still okay if I come down tonight?" Mary Anne asked.
"Of course it is. If you're pretty enough you're hired. I guarantee
you'll start tonight, so you might as well get ready with me."
"Well what am I supposed to do?" Eugene said, feeling very left out of
the conversation all of a sudden.
Jane jumped to her feet, and held Eugene's face in her hands. "Oh, you
poor thing." Then her face flashed with inspiration. "I've got an idea.
I'll cut your hair."
"I don't know..." Eugene said, unsure of his options. He needed a haircut,
but he didn't have such great luck with his last two.
"Come on now. I cut my dad's hair all the time. It'll look great, I
promise."
Eugene couldn't resist such a lovely face. "It has to look nice and
neat. I don't think I want to look like a hippie anymore...Especially if I
want a job."
"It will look perfect." Jane led him over to her vanity, throwing an old
blanket over his shoulder. She ran a brush through his hair a few times,
and before she could even pick up the scissors, he was out like a light.
"What the hell?!" Jane said, amazed that a boy could sleep so well, and
look so peaceful, holding his head up straight.
"Hahahaha!" came Mary Anne's chuckling. "I'm so high, I forgot about
that."
"Do we need to call a doctor?" Jane said, poking him.
"No. He does that all the time. I don't know why he thought it wouldn't
happen this time."
"What do you mean?"
"Pretty girls are like his kryptonite." Jane continued to stare on,
wondering if she was supposed to understand. "When they play with his
hair, I mean. I guess it just relaxes him so much, that he just falls
asleep. Deep sleep too. You could walk him outside naked, and he'd have
no idea."
"Really? Has he ever fallen asleep on you like this before?"
"Of course! Why, last time...Oh yeah. I promised him I'd never tell
anyone about last time."
"What happened last time?"
"I promised I'd never tell, but...it does give me an idea. You said if you
were pretty enough you'd get hired right?"
"Yeah, why?" The wicked smile crept up the corners of Mary Anne's mouth;
not unlike the Grinch about to steal Christmas.
It was a few hours later when Eugene began to rouse from his slumber.
"Wake up ,sleeping beauty." he heard his sister say. "Come on, cutie. We
have to go to work," Jane added sweetly.
Eugene stretched his arms out as he yawned, but was surprised to find
they had hit the ceiling. It was then that he realized he was in the
back seat of his car.
"Where am I?" he asked, opening the door, and stepping into the unknown
parking lot. The realization struck him; he was standing on his tippy
toes. As he looked down to see if Earth had spun out from under him, his
eyes were greeted by the sight of white vinyl Go Go boots, which
sheathed his legs from his feet to the bottom of his knee. Even more
startling was the sleeveless, pink and white mini dress. It clung
tightly to the curves he didn't remember having when he sat down for a
haircut. "Goddammit Mary Anne! Not again!"
"I was just trying to help," she said, feigning ignorance at the problem
he had with his new outfit.
"How in the hell is this helping?!"
"You needed a job. There's an opening here, and from what I understand,
if you're cute enough, the job is yours. No need to keep searching."
"Do you really think, I'd want to work here? I hate dancing, I hate
clubs, and most importantly, I'm not a girl."
"No, but you look like one," Jane said, pulling out her compact, and
holding it to his face.
He'd asked for a shorter haircut, and he'd gotten one alright. His hair
now fell to his neck in a big fluffy flip, teased a little on top, and
was held back by a wide headband that perfectly matched his dress.
Eugene did have to admit there was no sign of a boy on his face. Bright
shadowed eyes and dark liner created a cute yet sexy girl, while the
false eyelashes made every blink an invite for flirtation. The pink
blush and rose plump lips iced the cake in such a way, that the girl in
the mirror could have had anything she wanted.
"Did you have to pierce my ears?" he asked, pointing to the large white
plastic hoops, peeking out beneath the curl of his hair.
"I guess not, but it makes you look a little grown up," Jane said,
replacing the mirror in her purse.
"Not to mention, it makes the outfit," Mary Anne added, throwing her arm
over the shoulder of her girlishly dressed brother.
For his part, Eugene folded his arms, and stomped his foot defiantly.
"Give me one good reason I'm going to go in there."
Jane placed an arm around the other side. "Because on a busy night, I
make four dollars and hour."
"That's over three times minimum wage." He looked at the girls on both
sides of him, as they pouted their lips. Eugene wasn't delusional, he
knew he looked pretty. The only thing he'd have to worry about was some
guy trying to take him home. "Four dollars an hour?"
"Maybe a little more if the door has a good take." After so many years,
he still couldn't resist Jane's smile.
"Okay ,fine, but just for tonight, and only because I'm already here."
"You won't regret it!" Jane squealed, before planting one firmly on his
lips.
His world stopped.
After a few seconds of silence, Mary Anne snapped her fingers in front
of her brother's face, pulling him back into this world. "Okay,
remember. Your name is Jeanie. You're my cousin from upstate. You're
nineteen."
"I hope I don't regret this," Eugene thought, as he was led by the arm
into the club.
Inside the club's backroom, the girls took a seat at the makeup tables,
and performed a little final primping. They were all dressed in similar
outfits, in various color schemes. After a few minutes, an old fat man
in a fancy suit, and a pencil thin mustache, walked into the dressing
room. "How are my lovely ladies doing this evening?"
"Hey, Mac!" came the chorus. A few got up and kissed him on the cheek,
flirting shamelessly. "Jane, how are you? Are these the new girls?"
"Yeah, Mac. This is Mary Anne, and her cousin Jeanie."
"Hello, Mary Anne." Mac took her hand, planting a light kiss on it.
"Hello Jeanie." Mac said, taking Eugene's hand.
"If you want that hand back, I suggest you keep your mouth away from
it."
Eugene stared straight into Mac's eyes, which was hard to do, since the
light shined brightly off his bald head, through his poorly executed
comb over. The room was so silent you could have heard a pin drop next
door.
Mac surveyed Eugene up and down for a moment. He finally broke into a
smile, and firmly shook hands. "Here to work. I respect that. So here's
the deal, girls. I know most of the business I get is because of you, so
I pay the girls forty percent of their take. If you get a guy to buy you
a drink, you get half the profits from it. Steve at the bar will keep
track, but try and keep a record yourself; that way everybody is on the
level. Walk around and flirt. Don't take lighters, or matches on the
floor. Always get a guy to light your cigarettes. We got a bunch of
songs that you all will dance to, but I don't even remember the list. If
you see another dancer hop on a table, or the stage, you do the same,
got it? Just be fun, and you'll do well, and if anybody touches you in a
way you don't like, tell Bruno. He's the giant standing by the door. You
can't miss him. Trust me, he'll make sure they don't touch anything else
for a long time, capisce? Any questions? No. Okay, good. Just meet me
back here after last call, and we'll settle up. Have a good night,
ladies." Mac made his way into the office, closing the door behind him.
"Is he...connected?" Mary Anne asked.
Jane nearly doubled over laughing. "No, he's a big sweetie. He just
carries himself like that for business image. If people in your club are
scared of you, they're less likely to show their ass. Anyway, here's
some tips, Jeanie. Don't worry about drinking too much, because Steve
waters ours down pretty heavy, and talk to the guys, but don't actually
say anything. Just smile and laugh, and pretend you care about what
they're saying. When you're finished, just walk off and blow them a
kiss. You don't really need to dance well either. Just twist a lot, and
smile. Got it?"
"Yeah I guess." In reality Eugene was wondering what he'd gotten himself
into.
It wasn't five minutes after he was out on the floor, when a young man
in a sailor's uniform offered to buy him a drink. It was surprisingly
easy to sit there and smile, while the man rambled on about shipping
off. By the end of the drink, Eugene hadn't really heard a word the
suitor said. He just smiled and giggled obnoxiously, mimicking Mary
Anne, from the times she was dating Donald Banks in high school. An hour
later, he had repeated this process about a dozen times, and the dancing
was only getting easier. Eugene realized that most people just wanted to
look at him, no matter what he was doing. The only nasty looks he
received were from the girlfriends of more than a few guys around the
bar.
He was kind of enjoying himself, feeling like he was performing the
greatest trick one could do. Everything was running smoothly, until
suddenly...
"You keep saying you've got something for me..."
It was god awful song again. Eugene then saw the other girls getting up
on the tables around him. He was by the bar, when Steve offered his
hand, and helped him up the stool to the counter. As as nervous as he
was inwardly, all anybody saw on the outside was a pretty young girl,
twisting her hips, and waving her arms up and down, smiling brighter
than the sun shone.
Just before the second chorus, he looked down, and noticed one man was
looking straight up his skirt. He didn't even know what color panties he
was wearing, but this guy did.
"These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do.
And one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you."
Like the striking of the final snare after the chorus, the pervert felt
the white block heel, as it furiously plunged into his nose. He lay on
the floor for a moment, bleeding out. The peeping tom stood up, glaring
threateningly at Eugene. Bruno didn't like that. The enormous security
guard walked up behind him, and pulled him out the back door. Eugene
didn't know what happened next, but he had a pretty good idea. The smile
never left his face the rest of the night.
It was time for the last call. The girls, one by one, made their way
into Mac's office to collect their night's pay. The last three ladies
were Mary Anne, Jane and Eugene.
"You girls did great!" Mac said, slapping his hand on the desk. "Listen,
Jeanie. Sorry about that schmuck earlier. His type is a rarity, I
promise. I hope it's not gonna keep you from coming back tomorrow.
Anyway, here's your money." He handed each of them forty dollars, and
shook Eugene's hand once more. "So I'll see you tomorrow?"
Eugene was just plain flabbergasted. At the ice cream stand, he wouldn't
make this much money in a week. On top of that, whether he said it out
loud or not, he really enjoyed having that kind of effect on men. He
wasn't interested in them at all, but it did make him feel powerful; he
never would have thought he'd finally understand the meaning of that
word...while wearing a pink mini dress. "Okay. You've twisted my arm. I'll
be here." he said, before planting a kiss on Mac's cheek.
Jane and Mary Anne could have been knocked over with a feather.
"What was that?!" Jane squealed, finally being able to say something, as
they walked into the parking lot.
"What?" Eugene said, playing coy. "Oh, you mean that little peck. It
made him feel good about himself, and he's harmless anyway."
"You're not...like...into...you know?"
Eugene opened the back door of the car, and threw his keys to his
sister. Feeling more confident than he'd ever felt in his life, he
pushed Jane in, and jumping in after her, he kissed her passionately.
Mary Anne sat in the driver's seat and started the car. She looked in
the rear view as she drove back to Jane's house, wondering what can of
worms she had just opened for her little brother. Whatever it was, she
was sure it was going to be fun.
To be continued.
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