U3A Writing: Belly Dancer
Jim Moore's story indicates that it doesn't pay to be over-enthusiastic when the belly dancer appears.
It was an Ampol Reps Party.
We were a hard working group, spread all around the State, to promote the use of our brand of petrol over everybody else's. Not that it didn't sometimes come out of the other fellow's refinery.
We only got together after the end of our jobs year, after the pressure of final campaigns had evaporated, and we had to start thinking of next year.
There was a lot of grog around, and some were helping themselves very enthusiastically, which created much talk among the boys. After all the official speeches, telling us how well we had worked, how the sales figures were better than anyone expected, and presentations to the winners of the oil competition, the fuel competition and the Managing Director's Prize for the Leading Representative.
Then it was time for the entertainment and after the music started, a young lady emerged from the curtains, very lightly dressed, with her skin oiled, dancing very provocatively through the crowd of fellows.
There was a lot of whistling and cat calling, and one lad took flashlight photos.
The girl smiled and sidled up to the photographer, proffering a very bare leg. One lad rushed around the group and in a loud clear voice offered to buy the negative.
The next morning he was sacked.
