Pussycat Dolls

Pussycat DollsThe lights are low, the joint is buzzing, and sultry jazz vamps circle your head like smoke rings from a French cigarette. Through the bottom of your martini glass, you see them up there on the stage like a vision from the past. Here come the dancing girls: There are eight—yes, eight—leggy dames in corsets and panties, stockings and garters, straddling café chairs and giving you come-hither winks. Slick back your hair, gentlemen, and prepare to adjust your trousers. You have been g...