Page 63 of Greased

I let out a breath I had been holding in. The nerves that had slowly started to creep in diminishing.

“Basically, I want you to pick a song that you feel comfortable dancing to. We will go to the dressing room and you can pick out one of the costumes we have. I’ll let you have a play around with the music and some dance moves over the next couple of days. If you need help to coordinate it, call me or one of the dancers can give you some pointers.”

I nod, songs already coming to me, “How long do I have to prepare?”

I notice Shelly wince as she looks at me, sympathy in her eyes. “Your father called me this morning. He wants your initiation set for Friday night.”

My eyes bug. Three days? Jesus christ. “Um, okay.”

Shelly gives me a reassuring smile, “It will be fine. You should have seen your Mum dance around the stage during her initiation. She looked like a drunk giraffe. Your father still had stars in his eyes though.” We both laugh as Shelly leads us out the back.

Shelly brings me to one of the rooms that I didn’t get a chance to see last night. The walls are lined with different props and costumes. I stare in wonder as I take in the sight in front of me. It’s like a woman's playground here. Every form of lace and leather in a variety of colours and designs is here.

My eyes instantly meet a black lingerie set on one of the mannequins. The bra is mostly sheer lace with a leather buckle going over the nipples with the thong in the same style. A leather garter adorns the waist of the mannequin leading to sheer stockings. A pair of eight inch studded heels sit just underneath.

I don’t even have to bother looking at any of the other sets. This one is mine.

I walk over to the mannequin, letting my fingers explore the scraps of leather and lace before I turn back to Shelly.

“This one.” I smile.

Shelly chuckles as she walks over to where I’m still admiring the piece. “Those boys are going to regret ever messing with you.”

A sinister smile takes over my lips. “That was my plan.”

After Shelly and I undress the mannequin, I get dressed in the set. My eyes bug out as I take in my reflection in the mirror of the dressing room. I quickly pull the shoes onto my feet, wobbling slightly as I slowly get used to the height difference. Taking one last look at myself, I grab my phone out of my bag, snapping a few selfies and sending them to the girls back in Australia. They instantly blow up my phone with fire emojis and engagement proposals. I giggle as I tuck my phone away safely. Taking one last look in the mirror, I try to steel myself. Build up the confidence I need to pull back the curtain and do what I need to do.

A month ago I was just a normal girl in a small beachside town in Australia. Now I am standing in front of a mirror, covered in leather in lace in a club in America, ready to learn my initiation dance so I can inch one step closer to taking on my role as the next president of the Thunderbirds.

Straight out of a goddamn movie.

I stand there for a moment longer as I allow my eyes to travel over my body once more. After a moment, I let out a breath before swinging back the curtain and making my way back to Shelly who is waiting for me. Her mouth drops as she takes me in.

She eventually meets my eyes after she has looked over the entire outfit, “Your father is going to kill me,” she laughs, “Let’s get started.”

Iwobble down the carpeted hallway as Shelly leads me back out into the main stage. The other girls smile at me as they make their way back into the dressing room. Their nods of appreciation and comments help boost my ego and give me the pep in my step I need to learn this routine.

The club is still thankfully empty. The only few people that are left are the bartenders that are busy still tidying behind the bar. They don’t give me their attention and I’m thankful for it, not sure if I’m ready yet for that many eyes to be on me just yet.

Shelly leads me over to the DJ booth where she instructs me to pick a song. I scroll through the list until my eyes settle on one of my favourites. Grace and I have danced to this song many times in the past few months so I know my body will find the rhythm easily.

“For the first run through, I want you to just get a feel of the music. Dance along if you want to. Remember, you want to seduce the crowd. Pull them in. Make them want more.”

I nod as she starts the music. The beat slowly builds through my body, taking over as I slowly sway.

As the lyrics start, I move my body with a little more purpose. Eventually the music completely takes over as I continue moving to the beat. Each step gives me confidence as I become bolder with my moves, allowing myself to crawl along the floor and shake my ass like I’ve seen the other dancers do.

I snap my head up as the song ends, turning around to Shelly who is beaming at me, a bright smile on her face.

“Fucking hell, Scarlett! That was incredible! Are you sure you haven't got any dance experience since being down under?” She questions, her eyes shining with pride.

“Other than dancing at the club with my mates, none.” I shrug my shoulders.

“I’m impressed. Usually girls come in here with not a single clue of how to move their bodies but you are a natural.”

A smile brightens my face at her compliment. “Okay, what do I need to work on?” I ask.

Shelly just shakes her head, that proud look still shining in her eyes, “Darling girl, you do that same routine Friday night and you will have every single patron drooling.”

---