Kinky Boots

The History of Wrong Guys

I hummed to myself in the dressing room as I got ready for work. I applied my eyelashes and highlighter before making sure everything was done. I flipped on my big, curly, bleach-blonde wig and started doing my hair. I made sure it was brushed and bouncy. 

I stripped down, quickly did my tuck and put on my pads, then got into costume. I was in a skin tight, dark red, faux latex leotard with long sleeves and matching high-heeled boots. My stockings were nothing special—just some sheer tan tights with a little bit of shimmer.

"Red, you need to be out there in five," my boss said.
"Thank you five," I whispered.

I did some finishing touches on my appearance before I was introduced to the bar.

"Everyone, please welcome the lovely, the beautiful Madame Rouge!"

I strutted onto the stage and walked into the audience. I lip sank along with the song playing over the speaker as I ran my nicely manicured hands over a few of the men in the crowd.

I straddled a random guy and started playing with his hair. He rested his hands on my waist as I leaned back and let out a giggle. After I sat back up, I made eye contact with Phil. My eyes widened as I finished the song on top of the stranger.

When the song ended, the man stuck a £10 bill in my boot. I lightly kissed his cheek, so my lipstick barely left a mark, and got off of him. I quickly walked towards to bar to grab a tray of drinks, but Phil grabbed onto my forearm.

"I want a private dance," he whispered.
"Sir, you're gonna have to wait a bit. I'm helping other people."
"Take all the time you need. I'm just saying I want one."
"I'll be back in five minutes," I sighed.

I walked around and handed people their drinks. A few of them tipped me and I gave them light cheek kisses. Once I returned the tray to the bartender, I grabbed Phil's hand and guided him to the back room and sat him on the couch.

Low started playing over the speakers as I straddled his waist and flipped my hair behind my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around his neck and flashed him a fake smile. I went to go push my hair out of my face and he noticed my tattoo.

"I love the ink. When'd you get it done?" he asked.
"Couple days ago," I said. "You like it?"
"Very much. Why is everything you do red?"
"Cause it's the color of sex," I giggled as I ground our hips together.
"You're really hot, y'know that?"
"I do know... I also know that you have a girlfriend."
"Yeah, well, she has been giving me to cold shoulder lately. I need something."
"What do you want?"
"Can I just kiss you? Please... just for a second..."
"You know I have a boyfriend," I whispered.
"He doesn't need to know..."
"You can't tell a soul."
"Neither can you."

I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. He pulled me in deeper and prodded his tongue into my mouth. I let out a quiet moan and pulled away. I rested my hands on his chest and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Phil asked.
"You know what's wrong. And you owe me £200."

***

"So, Phil, I've been thinking about something," Cat said as she played on her phone.
"Yes, darling?"
"What if we moved in together?"
"I can't say I haven't thought about it."
"So do you wanna do it?"
"Will you be moving in with me? Cause I'm not leaving my apartment."
"Ugh, but then we'd have to be around your queer roommate," she groaned.
"He's not gay," Phil said. "And you'll hardly ever see him. He only works nights."
"Yeah, I guess I can move into your place. Will your closet fit my stuff?"
"We'll make it work honey, okay?"
"You better."