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clubbing elite and have made the Kitty Kat the purr-fect VIP hangout”. I know that quote by heart, but then it has been framed and hanging on my office wall ever since publication.’
    Amy adjusted her fishnets – more holes than actual stocking – and sprayed herself with a cloud of Jo Malone perfume, one of the many supplied free at The Kitty Kat. Another reason for Laura not to use the office toilet.
    â€˜Anyway ... him ? I assume you’re talking about Grant Wilson? He does look sensational tonight, I must say. If I wasn’t married to the sexiest man in Manchester then maybe ... Are you not tempted to wave your cut-off gloves in his direction? He’s very you – he has a dick and a pulse after all and that’s normally all it takes,’ she joked. Make that half-joked, she knew Laura better than anyone. ‘God knows you could do with a decent bloke, Laura. Is there anyone on the go at the moment? Someone like Grant Wilson would be perfect for you.’
    â€˜The man is divine, but he’s such a player,’ Laura sighed, not sounding overly convincing. ‘I guess being the hot-shot on TV’s number one medical drama means you can prescribe any woman you like to satisfy your lust. I really don’t think he’s after me and I wouldn’t want him if he was. I’ve been with better. Plus, he looked like he was sniffing around Genevieve Peters when we came down here.'
    There was a distinct sneer in Laura's voice as she continued. 'There is something about that woman that irks me. She may own one of the best clothes shops in Manchester but she always looks like she doesn’t really want to be here. Like someone has just shoved a shit sandwich under her nose. She’s welcome to him if he wants her. But yes, he does look pretty good, even if he has ignored the eighties dress code, you should speak to his PR about that ... anyway, don’t worry about me, I’m very well catered for in that department.’ Laura let out a shrill squeak of glee and signalled to the door.
    â€˜Oh my God ... move it, girl, the DJ’s playing “Automatic”by ThePointer Sisters. Only one of the best tunes of the eighties.’ Laura’s love of good music was just as great as Amy’s. And they both loved music from across the decades. It was one of the rare areas in life in which they were exactly alike.
    â€˜Now, excuse me, but me and these beautiful Pointer Sisters are heading onto the dance floor ...’ She rearranged her sizable breasts within her T-shirt and bra combo, hoisting them into proud position.
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    B ack in the main body of the club, Amy watched as her friend gyrated to the music, lost in its post-disco funk. This is what she loved about The Kitty Kat Club. The heat, the excitement, the joy, the variety. One night it would be all old-skool ‘You Spin Me Round (Like A Record)’, ‘Venus’ and ‘Girls On Film’ and the next it would be back-to-back slabs of banging dance that had managed to explode on the dance floor of The Kitty Kat weeks before they became top five on iTunes. And the Club was all hers. Hers and Riley’s.
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    â€˜ A nother successful night then , angel, you should be proud of yourself.’ The voice came from behind her as a pair of strong, solid arms protectively looped around her waist. Their touch was comforting and familiar. Riley.
    â€˜Laura looks like she is seriously enjoying herself as ever. Is any man safe?’ He spoke softly, his lips dancing their way across Amy’s neck as he did so. ‘It seems everyone’s having a good time. I see Grant Wilson is in the house ... not letting standards slips are we, Amy?’ There was an air of jest about his tone, but it was somewhat outweighed by an obvious layer of dislike.
    Amy turned to face her husband. ‘Grant Wilson is a big draw for this place, despite what you think, Riley. He’s one of the most popular