Katya/Brian X Reader
Romance/Drama/Comedy/Angst
Some scenes may not be appropriate for all readers and may contain triggering points in the story.
You are a costume designer in West Hollywood, most of your commissions come from local drag queens. Th...
The restaurant gets progressively noisier as time passes, soon all the tables are full up. You pull the chair from the other side of the table around beside you and place your purse on it. The last thing you want is for someone to bother you. You order a double vodka soda and cross your legs under the table. The lights dim and the audience starts to clap. The few times that you had been to Mary's always threw you off; the setup is so formal as opposed to your regular club where it's a cluster-fuck free-for-all. You do enjoy not having someone press up against you whenever a Drag Racer gets on stage.
It's the same old formula: alternating between local girls and Ru Girls. Morgan is wearing one of your pieces when she performs "Greedy" by Ariana Grande. The audience howls while she prances around the stage and pretends not to know any of the words. Ongina performs "Firework" by Katy Perry and you're smiling knowing that Trixie is somewhere right now rolling her eyes. Trixie is up after a few more locals. She takes a seat on a barstool in the middle of the stage with her autoharp nestled in her arms.
"This one goes out to anyone who's dated a mean lesbian." The crowd laughs, you laugh harder than you should and take a drink. Trixie's eyes cut to you and dart away. She starts to sing "The Chain" by Fleetwood Mac; Fleetwood is one of your favourite bands, you prop your head in your hands and watch her dreamily. When the song ends she strums a long final chord and stands, she bows gracefully before leaving the stage.
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Katya comes out right after Trixie. "Cherry Bomb" by The Runaways starts to play as she struts out onto the stage.
Can't stay at home, can't stay at school Old folks say "Ya poor little fool" Down the street I'm the girl next door I'm the fox you've been waiting for
She's running her fingers up into her hair and shaking the curls into a mess. Her hips are swaying to the music as she gropes her breasts. She falls to her knees and pulls herself to the edge of the stage; she rolls onto her back and kicks her legs in the air. Her head is dangling off the stage as she mouths the words. Her hands are running across her thighs, she pulls her legs up against her chest and then spreads them wide. She kicks her legs over her head and rolls off the edge of the stage into a split on the hardwood, the audience is screaming over the music.
She whips her hair wildly to the lyrics and throws her head back to push the curls out of her face. She stands again and rests her arms along the top of the stage and pulls herself into a high kick. Still bracing against the stage she moves her hips slowly dipping low and coming back up again.
She's stalking toward you now licking her lips. When she reaches you she throws her leg straight up and rests it on your shoulder. She slides her leg further up so her crotch is inches from your face. You press your knees together and grit your teeth to try and suppress the tension building in your stomach. One finger loops into the ring around your leather collar and jerks your head closer until your face is inches away from hers; you can feel her breath against your mouth as she lipsyncs.
