Kinky Boots

Land of Lola

"Um, Chris, I don't think this is the right place," Phil said. The two had walked into what they thought was a normal bar.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't think these are women..."
"Look who has a brain," the bartender scoffed.
"Let's get outta here," Phil insisted.
"Why? I'm gonna pick up a guy anyway. Might as well do it in a bar full of 'em."
"Fair point, I guess."

Phil stood in the middle of the drag bar and started looking at the 'women'.

"These guys are surprisingly good at cross dressing," Phil muttered.
"It's an art form, honey," another bartender smirked. "We've all been practicing this for years. Well, all except one of us."
"Which one of you?"
"Madame Rouge."
"Who?"
"The girl in red."

Phil looked over his shoulder to find a slender woman– well, man, in a well done up blonde wig, cherry red corset that gave them the perfect hourglass figure, black fishnet stockings, red shorts that hugged that man's ass very nicely, and finally red pumps.

They were very obviously wearing padding to create their boobs and hips, but the mind could easily be tricked. The contouring for the cleavage was so well done that he could pass for an actual woman. His eyeliner was black and sharp enough to kill, and it was complimented nicely by a red smokey eye. The fake eyelashes stood out from a mile away and the lips—the lips were a dark, sinful shade of red.

They were absolutely stunning.

Little did Phil know, it was me.

"Holy shit..." Phil whispered. "How long has he been doing this?"
"Just under a year. She's pretty damn good."
"I'll say," he said.
"I'll call her over."
"Oh, no you don't need–"
"Hey, Little Red!"

I turned my head to lock eyes with my coworker. I gave her a smile and strutted over to her. I leaned over the bar, so my ass was jutted out ever so slightly.

"Hey," I giggled. "What's up?" My voice was altered to a higher pitched, since I was no longer myself. 
"These guys were checking you."
"Mm, do they like what they see?" I teased.
"Do I know you?" Chris asked. I raised a brow and acted like I've never seen the man before in my life.
"I don't believe so," I shrugged. "So what? Do you guys want a dance or something?"
"No, I have a girlfriend," Phil said.
"Your loss," I grinned.
"Hypothetical," Chris said.
"It's actually Rouge, but go on."
"If we were to fuck right now–"
"Oh, we couldn't," I said as I snagged a drink off the bar.
"What do you mean?"
"My dick is just up my ass."
"I'm sorry?" Phil scoffed.
"It's called tucking."
"What?"
"Look it up."
"Red," my coworker said.
"Yeah?"
"You have to be on the main stage in two."
"Kay, thanks," I giggled. "I'll see you later, boys."

After I walked off, I let out a breath of relief. After living with him for three years, you'd think Phil would've recognized me.

"Let's get out of here," Phil sighed.
"Why? I'm having fun," Chris said.
"Oh, and you haven't seen Little Red lip sync," the bartender said.
"Is it any good?"
"Oh, yeah, she's amazing. We normally have another girls up there with her, and we try to see if she beats Red."
"Who chooses the winner?"
"The audience."

Everyone, please turn your attention to the main stage. Tonight, we have Lady Madonna versus our raining champion, Madam Rouge!

"Go, Little Red!" A few of my colleagues cheered.

Havana ooo na na... half of my heart is in Havana...

Lady Madonna and I got into our own choreography and the crowd was going insane. After the weird rap part, I strutted offstage and walked through the audience. I crawled on top of the bar and my boyfriend, who was the bartender, placed his hands on my hips and groped my padded ass.

I teasingly swatted his hands away and stood up. I spat out a few lines before slipping down into a spilt. I gave Phil a wink as I twirled my hair around my index finger. I rubbed my hand my hand over his shoulder, but he just shrugged it off.

I've never been more taken aback.

I hopped off the bar and walked back to the stage. In the last couple beats of the song, I collapsed into a death-drop and waited out the audiences applause.

"Fantastic job, girls," another queen said. "Alright, so who's for Miss Madonna?"

The audience let out a few faint claps.

"And for our darling Little Red?"

The crowd went nuts. I let out a bubbly giggle and hopped around a bit. I blew everyone a few kisses and walked back to my boyfriend.

"Here's a drink for my favorite girl," he smiled.
"Thanks, baby."
"I'm sorry, I never caught your name," Chris said.
"'M Alex," he said.
"Are you a queen too?"
"God no, I'm not pretty enough."
"I told you to stop using that as an excuse."
"What am I supposed to say?" he laughed.
"That you're too lazy."
"And you're a little too buzzed," he said as he took my drink away.
"Oh, come on! I get off in an hour!" I whined.
"And your cute, tiny butt can get blackout drunk in ten. I'm cutting you off." I tutted my tongue and leaned against the bar.
"So, what did you boys think of my performance?"
"You're very... bendy..." Phil said.
"Mm, 'kay. You, on the end. Any thoughts?"
"You're hot. Plain and simple. If I was one hundred percent sure you weren't fucking the bartender, I would have asked you home as soon as I saw you."
"Thank you," I laughed. "I have to get back to work," I pouted.
"Break legs, Red."
"Thanks, baby," I winked.
"Why do you call him red if that's not his drag name?"
"Cause 'Madame Rouge' is so damn bougie. Little Red is hot."
"Fair point."
"Hey, Chris, Cat just texted me. I need to head home. I had fun tonight, we should do it again soon."
"Oh, yeah, alright. See ya..."
"You." Alex pointed. "C'mere."
"Yeah?" Phil leaned over the bar.
"If you ever shoo my boyfriend away again, or any of these girls for a matter of fact, I will fucking kill you, okay?"
"Oh, no, I didn't mean to–"
"Just don't do it. Got it, straighty?"
"Not a very good insult..."
"Get out of here," he scoffed.
"Yeah, I'm going..."