I had chosen the Gwenyth Paltro version of "Do You Wanna Touch" from "Glee," which was a cover of a Joan Jet song. I heard the driving drum and guitar start and the curtain slowly opened. I was wearing fishnet stockings, a long, black vinyl jacket, a cotton, sequined top, a tight leather skirt, a motorcycle cop leather hat, and black construction boots. Of course, the outfit was accessorized with silver metallic bracelets, that I had managed to find at Richard's Variety Store at a checkout counter of all places, and silver hoop earrings. I was feeling fierce. I started moving. The beat on this was a little slower than the dance songs I had been doing, so I felt my way slowly across the stage and then down the stairs. The crowd was bobbing along, so I could tell they liked what they heard.
I worked my way down the stairs and gave the people the heavy metal slut stare. I could really feel this number, and people were lining up to give me tips. The first person was a hot little number, so I grabbed his face and ran my fingers through his hair. There was one person after the next lined up to tip me. This was the high I was looking for. It felt good to be appreciated for what I was doing. I worked for the dollars and by the time I was finished, I was exhausted. I finally got it. This was the feeling I had been searching for, and it was if I had an out-of-body experience. It took me this long to completely understand what it was like to have everything come together at once for that one pinnacle moment where you were the song.
I strutted off stage to the thunderous round of applause and the curtain puller told me, "Good job." Vanna was the first girl backstage to greet me and congratulate me. The rest of the girls were doing their usual gabbing and not paying attention to anything. I know I had accomplished what I had set out to do. Entertain the audience and enjoy the number at the same time. It was great to have both of those come together at the same time.
I had some time before my next number, so I went out front in my outfit and grabbed a cocktail at the bar. There were so many hot men at this show whom I had never seen before, and Desiree was feeling a little frisky. I grabbed my phone out of my purse, went up to the first group of hot men I saw, gave the phone to one of them, and said, "I want my picture taken with a bunch of hot men." They all immediately obliged as I squeezed into the middle and posed. Click went the flash. I thanked the group and proceeded to work my way around the room getting picture after picture with every hot man in the bar. It is amazing what you can get away with when you are in drag. Tonight I was feeling the power as I let Desiree take over for a while. Now it was time to head backstage and slip into my next outfit for my next number. It was time to take on Cyndi Lauper's "Girls Just Want To Have Fun," which was another new number for me. Hopefully it would go over as well as the first one.
For my Cyndi Lauper number, I was wearing a black spandex bicycle jumper covered over with a hot pink icicle dress made of this very sparkly see-through material that looked great when the spot-light hit it, three ruffled skirts, and black pumps. The wig for this was a hot pink bob with a black bow on top all accessorized with black and white bracelets.
I was more relaxed as I waited backstage with Vanna. We chatted, and I was surprised when she volunteered to do one of my shows. It really was a great honor to have someone of her caliber offer to help me out. It made my night. She was on and off she went while I waited behind the curtains to follow her.
"Girls Just Want To Have Fun" went over extremely well, which was a huge relief. This gave me two numbers that I could do back at the club for one of my shows. I don't know if I was more relaxed because I felt like I knew what I was doing or just because I didn't know anyone here so I wasn't as worried about impressing them. I think it was more the latter because I felt so little pressure about doing this show versus doing one of the competition shows. I need to remember this feeling because it will help me in the long run getting over my performance agony. It's not sex, it is just drag.
CHAPTER 41
I wanted to make some easy money for the contest so it was time to make another appearance on See Me Now. I was secretly hoping that Leatherman would be on. How could I feel this strange attraction to someone whom I had never even met or even seen? Plus, he could be hideous. And since I will stick to Chas' rule about pretending to be married, I will never find out.
I fired up the computer and I was ready. Again, I went with a very clingy pair of sport shorts with a thong on underneath. The girls were right that the thong really showed my ass off well, so why not flaunt what you got? I chose a very loose-fitting tank top, and with that I positioned myself on the bed.
I logged in and SpankyBtm was live on the web, ready for the world to see and criticize. The nice thing with the competition was it made me thicken up my skin, so the bitchy barbs just slid off my back, or at least the ones that I understood did. Otherwise the other ones went over my head.
It didn't take long for the first chat to come in.
HuskyMan: “Hey”
Why do people think that a “Hey” is going to be very enticing for me to respond back? I want someone with whom I can have a conversation and who actually has something to say. But since right now this isn't the real world, I will respond back.
SpankyBtm: “What's up?”
HuskyMan: “Not much. Just looking”
SpanyBtm: “Hope you like what you see”
HuskyMan: “Sure do. Want to see you cream”
Cream, jizz, cum, load, and spunk. I will hear these words over and over tonight, which is okay since I'm not going to be giving them any of it.
TAH: “Cute boy”
SpankyBtm: “Thnx”
Powertp: “Great ass. Can we see it without the shorts?”
I had set a goal of one thousand tips tonight, which was a stretch since I was new on the site. But at least it was a Friday night so all the boys were horny after being at the bars and hopefully they needed a night cap. Plus drunk people tip more since their inhibitions are down. I had set the following tip goals: 200 shirt comes off, 600 shorts come off, and 1000 thong comes off. In all reality, I was probably a cheap date for someone tonight because they get the show and it costs them less than the price of taking someone out for dinner. In all reality, I was a bargain.
SpankyBtm: “Soon enough”
Brazilnut: “Sexy man”
SpankyBtm: “Thnx”
I remembered the rule that anytime someone pays you a compliment you must say thank you.
TAH: “I'm edging here looking at your hot body”
Then the tip bell rang. HuskyMan had tipped 100, which was a good start, and I didn't have to remove any clothing yet.
It was time to turn it up a notch. I stared in the camera and gave my puppy-dog-eye look. It was kinda pouty, but not a full on pout as I pushed my lips out a little and slid my tongue in between. The tip bell rang another 50. So I began to roll my head around slowly followed by running my hands through my hair. I then put my hands under my chin and slowly started grinding my ass into the bed. I went slow and steady, back and forth. The shorts moved ever so effortlessly as they caressed my ass. The tip bell rang another 50 tips, so it was time to remove my tank top. I decided to do it very “Flashdance” style, where I got both arms into the shirt before I pulled it off over my head so I sat up and started.
DjMade: “Hot mother fucker”
Brazilnut: “Give it to me”
Whitestuff: “Grind it baby boy”
I hadn't really been paying attention, but it seemed like the comments were coming in much faster than they were last time. I checked on the chat count and found out that 20 people were actually watching me already. That was more than double what I had for the first show, but still no Leatherman.
I got my arms into the tank top and slowly started pulling it up from the bottom over my head. I stopped half-way up just to look into the camera for a brief moment.
HuskyMan: “Take it off”
MarkyMark: “Don’t make us wait”
So I finished pulling it up over my head and stretched my arms all the way up and
dropped the tank top to the side of the bed.
Fur Lvr: “Luv the pit hair”
HairyBerry: “Show the fur again”
I'm not a hairy person, and I didn't realize that pit hair was a turn on for so many people. I guess to each to their own. So I raised my arms up behind my head, showing off the pits. Pit hair didn’t work for me, but the tip bell rang up another 200 tips. Progress was being made, so I decided to lie on my back for a change, showing off my legs and crotch for the camera. I could still reach the keyboard to respond, since I wasn't ready yet to respond verbally to everyone's chats. I decided to grab my crotch for a second and then rolled onto my side.
DjMade: “Let's see that cock”
Teddybear: “Ass I want to see the ass”
Sparky: “Play with your nipples”
I had to chat back.
SpankyBtm: “Be nice, I don't take requests yet”
Sparky: “Rub them just a little please”
DjMade: “Ever tried nipple clamps”
Since Sparky said please, I did rub my right nipple. The only problem with doing that is there is a direct connection between my nipples and my dick. The nipples are very sensitive, and once you start rubbing on them, it starts getting my dick hard. As expected, I started getting a rise in my shorts, which I had never intended on showing on camera. It was time to roll back onto my stomach. I also decided to answer DjMade's question.
SpankyBtm: “I have never tried on nipple clamps in the past because I'm afraid they would hurt too much”
DjMade: “It’s a mix of pain and pleasure”
Sparky: “If you don't like the clamps try the magnetic balls”
SpankyBtm: “Magnetic balls?”
Sparky: “They're magnetic balls that pinch your nipple together they stay in place during sex more than the clamps which can come loose from the lube”
SpankyBtm: “You learn something every night”
The tip bell rang up another 150 tips.
Whitestuff: “Grind some more for us hot man”
HuskyMan: “Where's hubby tonight?”
SpankyBtm: “Passed out on the couch”
Whitestuff: “Did you wear him out already”
SpankyBtm: “He had a bar night”
Leatherman25: “And left you all alone?”
He was finally here.
SpankyBtm: “I'm never alone as long as you are here Leatherman”
Leatherman25: “That is very kind of you”
I wasn't being kind, I was just being honest. I really wanted to have a conversation with him, but not in the public forum. I had given him my email previously, but I never heard from him. Maybe this time it would be different.
SpankyBtm: “Leatherman what are you doing tonight?”
Leatherman25: “Just got out of the shower where I was washing all my dirty parts”
I would love to wash his dirty parts. Suddenly, I got a private message from Leatherman25. I opened it and it read, "I was really at the symphony. Didn't want to sound so boring online." So two can play that game online.
I private messaged him back. "So a man with class and culture. I like that." It was nice to find someone who was intelligent for once. I think most men I meet are as deep as a puddle of water.
Next thing I knew the tip bell went off for another 50 tips. That meant it was time for the shorts to come off. With the thong on, I decided I might as well make that a show as well. I got off the bed and started twerking for a minute to get everyone heated up and then I dropped it low. I didn't realize I could be that flexible. It must have been all the new dancing I was doing. I posed with my legs spread apart with my ass at the camera and slowly took by thumbs and inserted them into the waistband and slowly started pushing the shorts down my legs. As they slid down my legs, I brought my legs together, leaned forward sticking my ass out, and dropped the shorts the rest of the way down. This gave everyone a good look at my ass and thong. A minute was long enough so I jumped back onto the bed on my stomach. The only thing separating my cock from the comforter was a thin layer from my thong. It was exciting to feel that bit rub down there.
Whitestuff: “Just came. Thanks for the show”
DjMade: “Yes baby boy”
And a private message from Leatherman25: "You really are the sexiest man I have ever seen. You have one lucky husband."
There was that stupid lie again, but it's better for business. I private messaged back: "Things are not as always as they seem"
Private message from Leatherman25: "Why not?"
Private message from SpankyBtm: "Life is always a little messy and sometimes people don't appreciate what is right in front of them." How vague could I be? He must have thought I was a complete idiot.
Private message fromLeatherman25: "If there is anything I can ever do please let me know.
A lot of good that was going to do me since he thought I was married. At this point I realized I had been ignoring the rest of the chats coming in so I needed to reply.
SpankyBtm: “Sorry boys got lost in my own head for a minute”
FurLvr: “I would like to get lost in that head”
And with that, the tip bell rang for another 400 tips, which meant it was time to take off the thong. Again I never promised them a dick shot, so the removing of the thong was a lot more theatrical and very clinical. Off it went with my dick facing away from the camera and me cupping my dick and balls as I bounced back onto the bed. You are born naked so here I was naked again.
The comments kept flying in, but I wasn't much interested in what they had to say. I was just very happy that I had a chance to chat with Leatherman25. The fantasy lived on.
CHAPTER 42
The night had finally come. It was the debut of our show "Bombshell," based on the short-lived TV show "Smash." I was starting to freak out a little so, Miss Gigi came over to the apartment to help me get ready. The only opening the club could give me right now was a Tuesday night, which worked out great for the other performers since most of them did community theater and couldn't perform on a Friday or weekend night. My anxiety was building because there were only ten pre-sale tickets, so at $20 apiece the show would at least generate $200 for my charity, since everything for the show was donated and there were no other costs. Hopefully Chas and his Facebook promotions would put some butts in the seats.
Miss Gigi helped me into my walk-about outfit. I was glam from head to toe in my Marilyn Monroe wig all the way down to my silver glitter pumps. "I hope I do Marilyn proud."
"You will, my baby girl," Miss Gigi said.
I noticed “The Package” hadn't made it over, so I finally asked Marjorie, "Honey, where is mister hot stuff?"
"We had a slight disagreement," she said. "He thought he was human, and I told him he was a piece of shit."
"That's rough. Is there anything I can do?" I asked.
"No. It was a stupid argument. I'll call him later, and I'm sure everything will be fine."
As soon as she finished, there was a knock on the door. Marjorie went to answer. "I hope it's him," she said. She grabbed the knob and opened the door. "I'm so glad you came over."
"I'm so glad I did too," said Daisy Mae.
My mother stood there and we were all in shock. This was not a good time for a visit. "Are you going to invite me in?" she asked. I immediately ran to the bedroom.
"Oh my God, please come in Mrs. Tuttle,” Marjorie said.
"Mama, what a pleasant surprise," I yelled down the hall. "What are you doing in town?" I asked.
"A friend had an extra ticket to see Reverend Stan Tidwell at Phillips Arena, and you know how much I love to hear that man preach, so I came down with her. She went to go visit her daughter the slut for a minute so I told her I would stop on by and visit you. Come on out here so I can give a big hug."
I hesitated for a second, and then summoned up some courage to walk down the hall.
"Are you going to a costume party? You're awfully dressed up," she said.
"Oh hon
ey, he is going to be a rising star tonight. He's staring as Marilyn Monroe in our production of ‘Bombshell’ tonight. You should come and see Desiree perform," Miss Gigi said.
"So let me understand. Not only are you gay, but now you’re a drag queen? Where did I go wrong? Your father is rolling over in his grave right now," Daisy Mae said.
"Momma, that is not fair. You know that daddy would be fine with this, or at least I would hope he would," I said defensively.
"Your father would have been ashamed of you for doing this. Where in the Bible does it say a man shall dress up as a woman?” Daisy Mae asked.
"Ma'am, no disrespect, but men have been dressing up like women for centuries to perform the great works by such luminaries from Plato to Shakespeare. It is a time-honored tradition," Miss Gigi interjected.
"It may have been fine for those perverts, but it is not right for my son. I didn't raise a daughter."
"Momma it is all for charity. The show is a benefit for Atlanta Street Rescue. It is a program that gets homeless gay youth off the streets. Remember the times we were close to being on the street, and if it weren't for the generosity of some friends and family, we would have been there too," I said.
"Don't forget the kindness of the church members who came by and brought us all sorts of casseroles to make sure we had enough to eat. Somehow you keep forgetting how important the church is and how important our savior is to us.”
"Ma'am, I don't mean to sound judgmental, but you sound like all the Bible thumpers who stand on the street corners during gay pride with the bullhorns spouting off on how we are all going to hell," Miss Gigi said.
I don't know if that was such a good thing. It was true, but momma was so wound tight right now, she could either go one of two ways. She could either see the error in her ways, which would only happen on the day they find the missing Air Malaysia plane off the coast of Australia, or she could start praying at the top of her lungs in her hyper ventilated tongue voice. I was betting on outcome number two. Here it comes in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
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