Free What Lola Wants (London Dolls Book 1) by JoAnne Kenrick Page A

“Absolutely.”
    As soon as he left, Jane bounced out of her bedroom and squealed. “Manicures and cakes. Celebrity gossip, followed by, of course, dance. Are you in?”
    “Heck yes, I’m in.”
    Hours passed by quickly, and they got caught up with the latest goings on of their old school friends. They’d beautified themselves, whilst still wearing their comfy sleepwear, and watched Grease then Grease 2.
    The musicals led to impromptu singing and dancing, which then led to a burlesque lesson somehow.
    Louisa wasn’t sure how or even if she’d agreed, she only knew there was no escaping Jane once she had an idea in her head.
    “Bound to happen,” Louisa placed her empty mug on Jane’s kitchen counter and rolled up her sleeves.
    “What was?” Jane shrugged and lifted a brow.
    “Wearing PJs while learning the art of striptease, it’s so…so…Jane.”
    “Call it a re-bonding of our friendship through dance.”
    “Uh-huh. You say it’s for fun, but I’m not stupid, I know you’re prepping me so I’ll be a London Doll. I know you.”
    “As if I’d do that?” She fluttered her eyelashes. “Now, move your hips side to side.” Jane demonstrated the sensual movement again with her toes pointed, and her stare low and seductive. “This is all about me being a good friend. Someone has to get you out of your ‘I have a crazy ex’ funk.”
    She was so right, and she could burlesque. “How is striptease more complicated than any classical dance I know?”
    “Do I have to do a ‘feel the music’ spiel on you? You can do it. Work it. Pretend you’re slamming a car door shut then bounce back quick.”
    “Like this?” Louisa swung her hip to the left. Conscious of her bum cheeks wobbling with the motion, she pulled on her strengths instead then tightened her muscles and pirouetted. She could do any ballet step with her eyes closed. Graceful and symmetrical, some might say a classic beauty, or even delicate and feminine. But never had she been described as raunchy before.
    “Show off. Try again, bend your knees and isolate each motion.” Jane demonstrated the movement, her demeanor changing from bubbly to raunchy in a flash.
    Pretending Dennis stood beside her, she imagined bumping him.
    “Perfect. Travel with the bump. Step, bump. Step, bump.” Jane yelled instructions at her in the same manner their strict ballet teacher in Torquay had. “One arm up behind the head, and the other on your hip. Close your legs, point the front leg, and bend the knee across your front. Bump forward and snap it back. No. No. Not thrust, snap. Don’t move the elbows or the chest. The movement should be from the waist.”
    “All you need is a wide headband like Miss Lilly’s and you’d be her doppelganger.” Louisa poked her friend in the ribs. “Bossy much?”
    “As I remember, her bellowing kept you on your toes during class.”
    “Ha. Ha.”
    Louisa stuck out her chest and lifted her chin. “I can do this. Of course, I can. I am a dancer for goodness sakes.” Boom. Bump. Snap. “How’d I do?”
    “Nailed it.”
    “Honestly? It seemed more booty-bumping elephant than sensual burleQ dancer.”
    “There’s one thing missing, though. Pout for me.”
    Lola stuck her bottom lip out.
    “Perfect. Now, lower your sight a touch. Seduce me with your eyes.”
    She shimmied the heck out of her shoulders; a wink here, a tilt of the head there.
    “A natural.” Jane clapped. “Breathe, and calm the shimmy. Breasts don’t need to knock you out. Shiver a little. Nice, that’s it. Pull in the tummy and lift up. Let the cheeks go where they desire. Let it hang out, honey.”
    Lola followed the cock-handed tips being thrown at her and glanced up. Jane covered her mouth but failed to hide her snicker.
    “Why are you laughing at me?”
    “No reason, you’re doing great. More bum, though.” Jane thrust out her behind to demonstrate.
    “I can’t stick it out any farther without looking like a duck.”
    “Shake that