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 Sabrina finished out her senior year, cheering and dancing.  She continued
her love affairs with Jim Helms and Felix Chalmer, seeing Felix three times
after graduation.  When fall came and she enrolled in the arts college to
study dance and music, the love affairs with the two of them ended.

   Dance study at the arts college was strenuous and demanding.  A dance
major pretty much lived in a leotard.  Sabrina got used to wearing them
under her clothes, so she wouldn't waste time changing between classes.  In
addition, there was English, Music, and other classes that she had to take
in order to get her degree.

   Her sex life went on pretty much as before.  Sabrina was sexual, and
required sex for her well-being.  She was not, however, a sex addict.  It
was something she needed, just as people need food and water.  She played
with a black classmate again her freshman year, and also played, on
occasion, with a female classmate.  The female was an art major who
introduced her to the fun of dildos and vibes.  Sabrina liked the sex toys,
but much preferred tongue, fingers, and penis.

   Near the end of her freshman year, Sabrina's advisor sat down and had
along talk with her.  With her height, she would never make a chorus line.
She could be a choreographer.  Her advisor also told her that there were a
great many cabarets in the resort areas and major cities of the world that
featured topless lines.  Breast and leg shape were the primary concern
there, and she could probably get a job with a line in one of those clubs.
It did pay well.

   Sabrina went through her sophomore year, getting good grades and showing
superb artistic skills with her dance.  Three weeks into the spring term,
she met with her advisor at his request.  There was a nice-looking Latino
gentleman wearing an expensive suit in the office.  He was introduced to
Sabrina as Mr.  Torres.

   Mr.  Torres was opening a club in Aruba.  It would feature gambling and
a cabaret.  There would be floorshows six nights a week.  There would two
lines, a regular line consisting of six guys and six girls, and a topless
line consisting of between six and ten girls.  The size of the lines could
change depending on the show.  The topless line would perform three nights
a week.  He needed a line lead for the topless show.  He had seen Sabrina
dance in her classes.  Would she be interested?

   Sabrina asked for a week to think it over, and Mr.  Torres agreed.  Her
advisor assured her that this was all on the level; she had nothing to
worry about.  Sabrina was concerned about her education.  Her advisor told
her to finish out the term and go to the island in the summer.  The job
could be used as credit.  He told her if she took twelve credits a year,
she would still be considered a degree student.  So she could work the
club, and come back to the college for a term.  She could still get her
degree but it would take a little longer.  A lot of dance majors worked
this way.  He also told her that it could lead to a job as a regular
choreographer, which was the direction Sabrina wanted to go.

   Mid-May found the girl in flight to Aruba.  Mr.  Torres found her a
small efficiency apartment just outside of Oranjestad; the club was
downtown.  She got settled in and reported for work.

   The club had been decorated and the regular dance line was already
performing three nights a week.  Mr.  Torres wanted to get the topless line
off the ground and running as soon as possible.  About twenty girls
auditioned for the eight-girl line.  Sabrina was easily the best, as well
as the shortest.  Then each girl was asked to walk, prance, and do a few
basic dance steps wearing a thong only.  Two of the girls refused and did
not go any further.  Within one hour, Mr.  Torres had his eight-girl line.

   The topless line did a show called "Crazy Girls." The dancers all wore
bright red wigs, bright red thongs trimmed in gold, and gold sparkle on
their thighs, butt cheeks, regular cheeks, breasts, and tummies, and bright
red pumps with four-inch heels.  Of course, the required nipple makeup was
used.  The girls danced on stage, under indirect lighting with a bit of
smoke, performing on chairs, poles, and other apparatus.  Some of the girls
did simple tap steps.  They moved around the stage, going from position to
position, always dancing.  Two male singers sang and the band played.  The
show was a hit.

   Sabrina took her advisor's advice and would take a term at school and
then head back to the island for work.  She was making money, Mr.  Torres
was pleased, and she was getting her degree.

   Her second year on the show, the girls were doing a horror number,
called "Graveyard." The topless line wore black pumps, black lace thigh
high stockings, black thongs, black lace gloves, and a witch's hat.  It was
set in a graveyard, with indirect lighting.  This show was also a hit.  One
night, in the audience, sat a tourist named Jim Helms and his new wife.

   After Sabrina left for college, Jim went back to his solo lifestyle for
about three months.  Then the high school hired a new secretary, and he
fell like a ton of bricks.  A year later they were married.  Now, on an
Aruba vacation, he was pretty sure it was Sabrina dancing in the line.  He
mentioned to his wife that there appeared to be a former student of his on
stage.  His wife encouraged him in finding out if it was true or not.  Jim
did not tell his wife that they had once been lovers.

   After the show, Jim approached the bartender, who directed him to Mr. 
Torres.  Mr.  Torres informed Jim that the petite girl was, indeed, a
blonde named Sabrina and was also line captain.  She also did most of the
choreography for the topless line.  Could Jim speak with her?  Yes, said
Mr. Torres, but let him check with Sabrina first.

   Sabrina was ecstatic, and told Mr.  Torres to bring Jim and his wife
back to the dressing room.

   A few minutes later, Jim and his wife were in the dressing room of eight
beautiful women.  Some of the girls were nude and some were wearing only
their thongs, and all had removed their wigs.  Jim spotted Sabrina; her
blonde hair pinned up, and walked over to her.  She was one of the girls in
a thong.

   Jim's wife smiled wryly.  She knew her husband was enjoying the display
of all of this beautiful female flesh.  She decided to let him indulge
himself for a little while.

   The two made small talk, Sabrina telling her former teacher what she was
doing and how things had gone.  Jim introduced his wife, told her he had
never been happier, and the old school was fine.  The three worked their
way back out to the hallway and stood on the small balcony that was at the
back of the club, enjoying the beautiful tropical night.  Sabrina, having
to do another show in about sixty minutes, made no effort to cover herself.
After a bit of small talk, Mrs.  Helms went back to the club and left Jim
to say good-bye.

   "The last time I saw you dressed this way," said Jim, smiling, "we were
doing fun things.  But those days are behind me now.  I am happily married.
Although, I must say, you are even more tempting then you were in high
school."

   "I know, Jim," said Sabrina very softly.  "Go back to your wife.  We
have memories, and they will fade.  But it was fun."

   Jim gave Sabrina one more hug, and Sabrina kissed him softly on the left
cheek.  The old lovers parted.  Sabrina would have liked to make love to
him, now that he was here, one more time.  But she would not breach the
marriage contract.  Besides, there was that very, very large and very black
bartender, who appeared to be large in more than one place.  And, lately,
he had shown an interest in the petite blonde line captain.