Patricia finished sliding into her thigh high leathers, buckled them to the top of her thighs. She slide her skirt up to her waist just below her bellybutton and made her final adjustments to her top and harness after she took one long refreshing shower all the while thoughts of Gabrielle and others dalliances in her mind made the shower refreshingly pleasant. Once she tightened her straps and closed her high neck collar that came up to cover almost her jaw and checked in the mirror to inspect at her favorite buttoned down boot covers,  Patricia was finally Slinky, at least... the Slinky who was ready to practice and practice hard at her craft. She started to snap her fingers in a steady rhythm and shifting her hips to the side to the beat in her head, taking a breath and then letting it out, walking out her tent once again. She looked across the field of the very frantic construction site, all kind of construction projects were going on and it seemed like a bit of controlled chaos was occurring. Just the way she liked it...<br/><br/>She walked out confidently among the field of construction projects and found her "spot". It was a simple wood stage built as a draft stage for the big top show but out here, it was just what she needed. Simply because next to it was the Phonograph that she needed to practice her routine. It also had the mounted pole that she absolutely needed for her performance.<br/><br/>She walked up to the stage, her boots clomping down on the freshly built wood panels. She waved at one of the handymen running around.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">Could you staht that recodu, prease?</span>"<br/><br/>The music started as Slinky layed her hands on the pole, one over the other above her head as her hips shook from side to side slowly, spooling up with<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giYiqMlhLxg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">the music that was playing</a>, however,<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rn-iRWnfZVs" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"> an entirely different piece of music was playing in her head at the same moment.</a><br/><br/>And then her dance begun.<br/><br/>(to be continued...)<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>