The Drag Queen's baby

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Adore/Danny

The lights blinded my eyes, the screams of the crowd deafened me, and the sweat that streamed down my face irritated me, but I put on my best blinding smile, showing them my pearly white teeth.

I gripped the microphone in my hand, belting out the last note in the song. The crowd went wild, trying to sing with me. I finished off with a grin, giving the people in the front row high fives and sending them all kisses. My smile widening as I see their faces lit up with glee just from small physical contact.

"Thank you hoes for coming, goodnight!" I gave them all a wink, waving my hands as I leave the stage.

I love performing. I love the music, the adrenaline the crowd gave me and just living the life of Hannah Montana. I love it.

I finished off my bottle of water, while adjusting my tuck a little. Damn that boy on stage gives good lap dances. I smirk by the thought of that. I'm definitely getting laid tonight.

I flopped down with my back on the sofa in my dressing room. I can't wait to take all this make up off and take a shower. I'm so fucking sweaty. I took my wig off, engulfing in the feeling of how satisfying that felt. I stared at my nails, just admiring how fishy I look with them on, when the door opened, revealing my cousin.

"Hurry up and get ready, we're going out tonight. We're gonna go trade hunting." He said, moving to the mirror to check his hair.

"I can't." I huffed as I sat up. Man, I need to start working out again. "I already have trade for tonight."

I grabbed a makeup wipe and wiped my lipstick off. "But you guys can go ahead."

He raised an eyebrow at me. "That boy on stage? He's not even a good top."

I rolled my eyes. "That's why I'll be the top." It's like he doesn't know me. This boy ain't a bottom. Not all the time.

"Alright, but If you change your mind, we'll be at the nearest gay club. Chao." He left, slamming the door behind him.

I lit a blunt, smoking it as I wipe my makeup off. God, taking makeup off is such a bitch. It took a while, but soon I was already makeup free and I have now changed into some sweatpants rather than my booty shorts. Tucking can be a pain, and my balls were already gasping for air.

I sat at the couch, my eyes fixed on my phone screen. I still have my bra and top on, I was too lazy to take it off. I was reading some tweets, when I heard a knock and a head peeked through my door.

"Can I come in?" A familiar voice said.

It was the boy that gave me a lap dance on stage. It was interesting, cause usually I was the one giving it. He flipped the script, and I liked it. I placed my phone down and smiled at him, gesturing for him to come in.

The guy entered. He still has his skinny black jeans and green v-neck on. I checked him out just to see if he's actually good looking or were the stage lights fooled me. I've learned that the hard way. He's hot, I have to admit.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

He suddenly sat on my lap, straddling me. I was surprised by his action. Well, he's excited.

"Does it matter?" He said, smirking at me.

"Well if I'm gonna stick my dick up your asshole, then the least is for you to give me your name." I replied, answering him truthfully.

He chuckled. "It's Josh."

"Well, Josh" I gripped his hips, slowly starting to grind them against mine. I leaned into his ear. "Let's get out of here."

He shuddered. I smirked, satisfied that I have that effect on people. He stood up and I immediately noticed his fat ass. This is gonna be a fun night.

Oh, I love dick.