Kinky Boots

Step One

"Oh no, I think I'll–"
"Shut up and just get a dance. Lord knows your dick needs it," Chris cut Phil off.
"C'mon."

I grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the back room. I sat him down on the couch and gave him a smirk.

"Look, I'm not too comfortable with this."
"Sit back and enjoy. Don't get too inside your head. What song do you want playing?"
"Oh... I don't care..."
"Alrighty then."

I hit play on the Lady Marmalade track and started strutting towards him. I him a sexy dance, one like I've never given before. I straddled his waist and started grinding our hips together.

I turned my head to look Phil in the eyes. As I went to give him a quick wink, he grabbed the side of my face and pulled me in for a kiss. My eyes shot open and I immediately fell off of his lap. I stumbled onto the floor and struggled to collect myself.

"What the hell was that?" I said, almost slipping out of character.
"I-I'm sorry... I-I don't know what that was..."

I stormed out of the room and ran to Alex behind the bar. I gave him a tight hug and dug my face into the crook of his neck. He set down the bottles in his hands and hugged me back. He lightly ran his right hand up and down my back and kissed the side of my head.

"What's up? What's wrong?" he asked.
"I'm done with dances."
"Why? What the fuck did he do?"
"He kissed me," I mumbled.
"He what?" Alex yelled.

He looked up and started searching for Phil. Phil quickly ran out of the back room, grabbed Chris' wrist, and ran out of the bar.

"He's a dead man..."
"No, Alex, don't hurt him."
"Why not?"
"Because bearing people up isn't the answer. He's not worth chasing through the streets." I rubbed his back. "If he ever comes back, then maybe you can hit him."
"Really?"
"Yeah, you just have to let me watch," I giggled.
"So silly," he smirked. "Don't worry... I'll get him good next time I see his ugly mug."

***

"Hey, Cat."
"Where have you been? I've been calling you nonstop!"
"I've been out."
"That doesn't answer why you haven't answered your phone!"
"Yes, I know, I'm sorry..."
"You owe me."
"How do I owe you? I'm not allowed to have any me time?"
"It's common curtesy to answer your phone when someone calls you!"
"I'll be sure to answer you next time, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. You're buying me dinner tomorrow night. Wherever I want to go. Got it?"
"Yes, Catherine..."
"Good."
"I love you."
"Mhmm. Bye."