"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," the disembodied voice of the M.C. announced in the darkness, "and welcome to Club Cato. Tonight, we are pleased to introduce five young ladies with a bad reputation. Will you please welcome the hottest band the law will allow-Babe!"
Applause, hoots, hollers and whistles greeted the five shapely silhouettes that appeared on stage. Suddenly, a red spotlight illuminated a glimmering electric guitar that erupted in a blaze of hard rock music. The deafening intro was followed by the rumble of a bass drum thumping out the beat. Then came the vibrations of a bass line and the bluesy refrain of a sassy keyboard, each musician commanding her own spotlight.
Finally, a hot white light caught the image of the lead singer, a statuesque redhead in a skintight black leotard and high-heeled leather boots.' Caressing the microphone between her breasts and running her wet pink tongue over her dark red lips, she flung herself into the song:
"Never had to worry, never had to cry, Never needed anyone to keep me satisfied. It don't take much to find a boy willing to be true, But I want more than tenderness and I've got my eye on you.
A hard man is good to find,
Show me yours and I'll show you mine. In any place, at any time, a hard man is good to find. "