Kinky Boots

Everybody Say Yeah

"What the fuck is this?" I asked.

I pulled out the costume that Alex had picked out for me. It was a pink blazer, a black sleeveless leotard with a turtleneck, black thigh high stockings with garters, and faux latex, high-heeled boots.

"What do you mean? It's a costume."
"It's not red."
"So? You told me to pick out what I thought you would look cute in, so I picked this. Just deal with it, okay? It's one night."
"Fine," I huffed. "Thanks for getting the clothes."
"No problem. I have to go set up the bar. I'll see ya."
"Bye, babe."
"Break legs." He flashed me a smile as I blew him a kiss and winked.

I did my usual makeup, but instead of a red smokey eye, I had to do pink. Once my whole face had been properly done, I tucked, cinched my waist, and got into costume. Then, I flipped on my pretty, straight-haired blonde wig and tied it up into a pony tail. I left some hair out so I could sweep some bangs to the side.

When I was all set applied my nails and walked out into the bar area. I took a seat on the bar and waved to people as they came in. Some of the regulars stopped to talk to me and complimented my new look. After each one, Alex nudged me in the back and gave me a stupid smirk. I rolled my eyes and shooed him away.

"Excuse me..." I heard Phil's stupid fucking voice call. I looked to him and raised a brow.
"Yeah? Can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Little Red."

Jesus fuck, he doesn't know it's me.

"She's not working tonight," I lied. "Come back another time, yeah?"
"Well do you know where she is? I need to talk to her."
"Get the fuck out of here!" Alex boomed.
"Why should I? I'm just trying to fucking talk to my roommate!"
"Well he doesn't want to talk to you. Now get lost."
"Stop yelling, my god," I whined. "Go help the people at sitting down over there. I'll take care of him."

I gave Alex a reassuring nod—he just rolled his eyes and walked away.

"Jeez, I'm sorry about him. I just started working here, is he usually like that?"
"With me? Yeah, always."
"Well that sucks," I scoffed.

I picked up my arm to fix my falling bangs and the stupid blazers sleeve rode up. I quickly covered my wrist, thinking that I was fast enough.

"Dan..." Phil whispered.

I wasn't.

"What do you want?" I hissed.
"I want to talk to you."
"I have nothing to say to you."
"Come on, I already lost my girlfriend. I'm not ready to lose you to."
"Alex!" I yelled.
"No, Dan, I just want to talk!"
"Get out. Now!"

Alex threw down his dish rag and raced to the other side of the bar. Phil slowly backed up, not knowing what to do. He looked to me and his face seemed to glow up. He yanked me off the counter and used me as a shield.

"What the fuck! Let go of me!" I puffed. "How fucking immature can you be!" I whined.

I broke away from him and stormed out of the bar. The people roaming the crowded streets of London turned to look at me. I felt the panic raise in my body as the judgmental people glared at me.

"Get the hell outta my way, tranny," a teenage boy spat.

He pushed me to the ground and I fell with a cry. Mud had gotten all over my pink blazer and my blonde wig.

"Dan..." Phil whispered.

He crouched down next to me and offered me a hand. I shooed him away and got up by myself. I stormed away, but he kept following me.

"What the fuck do you want?" I spat as I stomped my foot.
"Why are you mad at me? I did nothing wrong!"
"Did nothing wrong‽" I scoffed. "You made me cheat on my boyfriend! So you can go fuck yourself." I continued walking.
"It meant nothing, Dan..."
"It meant nothing? I mean nothing to you?"
"You know that's not what I meant," Phil groaned.
"Just leave me alone."

I walked into the back alley, to try and sneak back inside. I climbed the stairs to open the back door, but Phil closed it. I let out a whine and leaned against the wall.

"Dan, you are such a nice person. I've never had a roommate as good as you. You're so beautiful and talented and I know I'm a dick, but you stick by me and I admire that. Please come home..."

I hesitantly walked down and rested my manicured hands on his cheeks. I pushed his hair back and gave him a smile.

"You're so hot... and sexy... and–"
"We just went over this, Phil..." I whispered.
"Who's gonna get hurt if no one finds out?"

He lightly placed his hands on my hips and pulled me towards him. He pushed my bangs out of my face and gave me a soft kiss. As much as I didn't want to kiss back, there was something about his lips that was just irresistible.

All at once, the kiss got intense. My back was shoved against the wall as Phil and I ground out hips together. He started kissing down my makeup-ridden neck as I let out a soft moan.

"Hey, Little Red, are you..." Alex trailed off.

Our eyes met. He shook his head in disbelief as he stormed back inside, slamming the metal door behind him.

"Get off of me," I whimpered. "Alex!"
I ran inside and found him aggressively cleaning a glass. "Alex, I am so sorry. I didn't–"
"You never fucking do," he scoffed.
"I'm sorry?"
"You're always 'sorry'. You never 'mean to do it'. It always just 'happens'. Fucking save it."
"I-I don't know what just happened... It just did and I'm sorry." He threw the glass at me.
"Stop saying that if you don't fucking mean it!"
"Alex–"
"No, I'm sick of this shit, Dan. You are a dirty, lying cheater! I can't believe I ever fell for an asshole like you!"

He started throwing glass cups and bottles at me with every other word. I tried backing away, but I slipped on some alcohol and fell into a pile of glass. I let out a cry as a cut ran down my right hand and thigh.

"Asshole! Are you listening to me?" He threw a wine glass at my head.
"Knock it off!" A few of my colleagues screamed.
"Alex..." Phil said menacingly. Alex looked to his right to find Phil's fist flying straight for his face. "Ow, fuck," Phil groaned. He quickly caught his balance before a security guard grabbed both him and Alex.
"Fuck you!" Alex yelled, spitting blood.
"Come on, help me get her up," Lady Madonna whispered.

A few of the queens slowly helped me up and walked me to the back room. They sat me down in a chair, took my out of drag, and started cleaning me up. Our oldest queen, Violet Bow, was a formed emergency room nurse. She quickly treated my wounds and bandaged them up.

"Wanna stay with me tonight, sweetie?" Violet asked. "My wife won't mind..."
"That'd be nice," I whined.
"Okay, come on. We're done for tonight."

She grabbed my duffle bag and slung it over her shoulder. She wrapped her right arm around me so I could walk to her car.

What the fuck just happened.