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Drag Queen Grifters
By R.Allen Lancaster 2023
Chapter # 1
In the beginning God created Man from rock then men created rock to become Gods. So it was written by THE WILD STALLIONS, “party on dudes”
The interior of noisy disco-tech bar carries positively pulsating energy from upbeat house music through speakers and patrons. The only negative waves within conduct the electricity to lighting, sound, refrigerators and registers. The bar lined with varied peoples communicating loudly to others. So many on the small dance floor it resembles a happy mosh-pit bouncing into one another. Jerry and Jeff right in the middle beers in hands dressed in rock shirts and skinny jeans adorned with assorted scarves tied around the legs. Their hair almost back to shoulder length bops about to the beats.
Jerry turns from Jeff syncing up movements with a slender figure in black with flowing long black hair. Jeff also swivels about cupping the hip of a similarly shaped and dressed person donning a bright red wig and sly grin. The two pairs almost move in unison finishing out the tune.
As the tune ends Jerry leans into his partner, “nice moves Melvin. I’m just gonna grab a fresh beer.”
“You too Jerry,” Melvin winks, “get my man back now.” he remains moving on the floor.
Jeff’s ready for a break too, “that was actually fun man. Thanks Pete for dragging us out here, never thought I’d have a blast at a drag show.”
Adjusting the red curly wig Pete nods, “told you, just a bunch of guys having a good ol time.”
“Yeah, everyone’s so damn happy can’t help but smile.” Jeff turns to join Jerry at the bar, “can’t believe I actually went dancing with a bunch of guys, and am enjoying myself.”
“Of course hun,” a true ‘flamer’ winks and smiles in passing.
Downing the barley remnants Jeff sidles between Jerry and a casually dressed patron.
Jerry pushes over slightly to make room, “fuck these guys are a lot of fun.”
“Yeah,” Jerry sets the empty bottle on the bar-top, “shoulda come out a month ago with them when they first offered.”
“No doubt,” Jerry recalls other local establishments visited since moving to the city they left in varied ways: Too old of patrons, too rowdy of patrons, too snobby of patrons. Along with the drunken ways, tossed out for being too drunk, annoying or broke. “And these guys are still our best source for drugs.”
“And decent with prices too,” Jeff signals the bartender for another beer, “you don’t think we’re going too far are you?”
“What? Nah-I’m okay with someone buying me drinks for a change.” Knowing their funds are tight Jerry inquires, “You get any leads on a job yet?”
“No,” Jeff straightens up as the bartender dressed in Chip’n’Dale attire brings down two open beers, “I’ll try that temp agency tomorrow since it worked out for you.”
“You should,” Jerry slides his empty bottle towards the bartender indicating another.
Setting the two open bottles down the bartender, Dale, gets their attention, “two things , if you need a job stop by in the afternoons when the Boss is around.”
Disinterested Jeff shrugs, “thanks, I’ll consider that.” He’s curious to the second thing.
“The beers are from the two gentlemen at the end of the bar.” Dale points to two very small tidy and nicely dressed males, “Randal in the red shirt and Philip in orange, they’re the nicest guys in here, so if you aren’t interested can you at least tell them so…and don’t jerk them around.”
“Okay,” Jeff’s not sure how to respond or if to even take the beer.
More social Jerry waves to the guys, “hey thanks,” and takes the beer suggesting to Jeff, “we should go at least say we’re not interested. Right? Have a chat with them maybe buy them a round in exchange?”
“What?” Jeff’s still uncomfortable being in there.
“Yeah, come on,” Jerry leads them over, “that’s like the third drink bought for me today. If we were guys buying drinks for a woman we’d at least like them to talk to us. Right?”
He would but is confused about the idea, “Hey I ain’t looking to hook up with some strange guys, not that desperate.”
“Oh come on Jeff you gotta admit everyone in here seems to just want to have a good time just like us. Besides find out who they are. Maybe they can get us better jobs.”
“Yeah alright,” Jeff begrudgingly follows.
In great spirits Jerry makes the introductions with a big smile, “Hello Randal, Philip, thanks for the beers guys. I’m Jerry this is my bud Jeff we’re not…” Jerry struggles how to describe their relationship.
Don’t you dare fuckin’ say it Jerry, Jeff worries of being outed gay.
“…not looking for anything here tonight. So we’d gladly buy you guys a couple drinks and shoot the shit and all.” Jerry points to the dance floor, “we met Melvin and Pete last month and they keep inviting us here.”
“Oh well glad you came in,” Randal appreciates the forthrightness, “sure you can buy us a drink. No harm no foul right?”
“Right, join us a moment Jerry,” Philip speaks in a soft feminine tone, “you too Jeff.”
Acknowledging them Jeff nods while sipping on the beer
“Right. Alright.” Alcohol driven Jerry’s ready for anything, “We were just saying this place is just jumpin’ with positivity. Is it always like this?”
“Most nights,” Randal nods sipping on a cocktail.
Philip gets to their point, “so are you two an exclusive couple? Or just a couple straight single guys?”
Jeff wants to reply before Jerry gets out there, “oh mostly straight single guys. Done some things that make us wonder if we’re bi-sexual. But really we just want to have a good time like everyone else.”
Not the reply Jeff wanted, “still like a good set of hooters.”
Philip half jests, “hah, these days you could buy your own and have it all.”
Thinking that a hilarious idea Jerry laughs, “no shit, if I could suck my own dick I wouldn’t have to leave the house.”
The guys laugh accept Jeff “I don’t know about that.” He wonders if Jerry has gone too far, “nothing like the silky smooth skin of a woman’s body.”
Randal points out, “oh? Phil and I are completely shaved and his skin is as smooth as silk trust me.”
“Oh nice.” Jerry gives them a thumbs up, “You two a couple yourselves or swingers?”
Oh my fucking god Jerry, No. Jeff almost turns wanting to run for the exit.
“Swingers.” Randal and Philip giggle winking at one another while Randal clarifies, “we’re best friends, sometimes lovers. There’s no way we could live with one another.”
Philip nods still smiling, “we just like having fun together.”
“Oh, like us I guess” Jerry’s at peace with the idea, “well thanks for giving us consideration. I’m kinda flattered I guess. One thing’s for sure its easier dealing with other guys this way than woman. Turn into a hysterical drama.”
“That can still happen here,” Philip quips.
“You’re welcome,” Randal winks to Jeff, “you two being new here we had to throw our hat in there see if you two might be interested.”
Almost too relaxed Jerry utters, “We saw those beers coming from you two as equal as a couple female hotties out of our league. I mean look how well you guys are dressed up.”
“Oh thank-you,” they both gush at the compliment, “it’s the opposite thing you see.” They point to Jeff’s and Jerry’s rocker attire, “got that bend the bad boy over in the back alley appeal.” They giggle at mimicking each other.
No no no, Jeff can no longer look at any of them.
“Oh yeah I get where you’re going,” Jerry grins taking it all as a compliment.
Randal has to ask, “are you interested?”
“No,” Jerry shakes his head calming Jeff some until adding, “Thanks for thinking of us that way. Kinda cool in a way…Ask me again after a few more drinks.”
“Deal!” Philip turns to get the bartender’s attention, “Another round here!”
Able to tell Jeff isn’t keen Jerry whispers to him, “hey we play along with these guys like the woman would do with us, we can get wasted. Every night, for free.”
“I’m not bending over for beer.” Jeff does like the concept and figures play along like Jerry and see what they can get out of the night.
Bent over in the alley is how it ended, at the nightclub. Plied with more than alcohol their third round spiked with ecstasy by a helpful friend of Philip and Randal. Who suggestively pushed the ideas throughout conversation. Jerry became willing when promised simultaneous hand-jobs. For Jeff it took the ecstasy to kick in and an offer of fifty dollars each.
Ashamed of the back alley event Jeff had no desire to return inside. Able to sense Philip’s soft skin on ass and dick Jeff headed back to their room at the YMCA, maybe shower, before curling up to pass out.
Enjoying the time Jerry followed rambling away at what a great night it was.
Needing time away from Jerry when back at the Y, Jeff took that shower, a long one.
Exiting the shower Jeff encounters Melvin going in to wash off the night’s cosmetics and glitter. Melvin attempted to be friendly in passing, getting short reply from Jeff he figures the alley encounter might have been more uncomfortable than enjoyable.
With Jerry chatting to Pete on the highlights of the night Jeff slipped off to bed with repeated thoughts, not wanting to be considered gay or even bi-sexual, however he didn’t mind it. Even thinking of Philip’s soft skin slapping against his hairy ass giving it to him gets the blood flowing to the dick, again. Fearing of becoming gay Jeff searches their space for anything with a female’s picture on it, to toss off too, settling for the image of Shania on Jerry’s concert T-shirt.
Working himself to a fevered sweat Jeff’s heart begins pounding hard enough an attack could come on. Imaging them in differing positions its doggy style that finally finishes Jeff off. The orgasm enjoyable the way it ended unhelpful to present mental worries, Jeff cleans off on the shirt before tossing it back to the floor.
Rocking in bed in deep thought Jeff contemplates his new found lifestyle. While Jerry can still be heard, down the hall, reveling in it.
