Nearly Naked

     Bianca was only immersed in the fog for a few brief seconds, so her reappearance was a little more than astounding.  The music had changed to a driving beat of drums and the screech of an electric guitar, and when our minds finally interpreted that Bianca was a short haired blonde with dark roots - reminiscent of the style Madonna wore in her early days --  she was whirring around the pole in the middle of the dance floor.  Her stringy evening gown flew around her and revealed a black velvet cat suit with a silver  bodice.  For just a moment, she hung from the pole while fog climbed up to meet her, and she looked like a cherubic hood ornament from the 1930s, but just as quickly as she'd leapt and spun on the pole, she landed on her stillettos and the strings fell to the floor like wet spaghetti. As her feet met the parque', Whitney Houston's voice came out of her mouth, or it looked that way.........and Bianca became the Queen of the Night.

                                                            I got the stuff that you want
                                                            I got the thing that you need
                                                            I've got more than enough
                                                            to make you drop to your knees

     From out of nowhere, Bianca was suddenly surrounded by four muscle studs wearing only army boots and black speedos, three dropped to their knees in front of her...and one stood behind her and pinned a tall thin glittery rhinestone-studded crown to her head.
                                                          Cause I'm the Queen of the Night
                                                          Queen of the Night
                                                          Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah, yeah
    
       Her perfomance was as sharp as her Stilettos.  One of her studly suitors reached up, grabbed her hand and kissed it and then all four of them disappeared into the fog. The Diva Houston could even learn a few things from this queen, I thought to myself. I had never seen a queen be more of a queen than in this moment, and I knew then that I could do it too.........and I would.  My desire and covetousness of her talent seeped out through my lips without me noticing, and Mother overheard me.

     "Oh God, not another one," she said with more than a little disdain in her voice, but then added.  " I knew it."
     "That crown is huge.  Where'd she buy that?" I asked Mother still mesmerized by the spectacle of royal faggotry before me but changing the subject quickly because I still wasn't sure if I wanted to discuss my hidden desire. 
     "Bitch, she didn't buy it.  She EARNED it at a regional pageant." Mother said with an ample helping of pride.
     "Regional?" I asked. "What's that?"
     "It's a prelim to Miss America," she yelled over the adoring screams of the audience.
     "Who were those guys?" meaning the muscle men who had appeared out of nowhere to adore the queen and just as quickly had departed.
     "They're her roofing crew.  Sometimes she hires them for her shows,"Mother replied with a little irritation in her voice.
     "She's a roofer?" and I knew my mouth flew open.
     "Yes, girl....she's a man...a fine looking man....with plenty of manhood," Mother said with a little guttural nastiness in her voice. "Now, shut up...and let me watch the show.  This bitch is peeing all over that stage."
     Of course, I shut my mouth, and instantly my attention was drawn to Bianca's crotch.  I had witnessed so many odd things, that I wouldn't have been totally surprised to have seen Bianca actually peeing on the stage, but I looked..and I didn't see anything...nothing indicated that Bianca was indeed urinating or even a man.  I assumed Mother meant that Bianca was marking her territory on the stage much like a male cat or dog marks its territory, but I wasn't sure of that, so I intermittenly checked out her crotch area during the remainder of the performance, and I'd ask about the colloquialism later......  Bianca strutted across that stage in that cat suit like a rock star.  The tight velvet showed every curve on her feminine physique.  She was built like a brick shit house, and I didn't know at the time of the magic of foam padding.  Even though I knew there was a penis under all of that costume, it was hard to make my mind believe it.  If  I had just walked in and sat down and didn't know I was at a drag show, I would have thought that I was witnessing a superior performance of a woman who sang just like Whitney Houston but looked a little like an early Madonna.   The illusion was only an inch away from reality,but in that moment, it was reality for all of us in the tiny bar in Hot Springs, Arkansas.  It goes without mentioning that the crowd was lined up on two sides of our table waiting for the queen to receive their monetary adoration..and she took it..bill by bill...and when her hands were full, she strutted in front of our table and without a glance, threw the handfuls of bills to the growing pile of Jacks on our table on her way to the other line to receive even more cash from that side..and back and forth she went until this important verse of the song.  On it, she stopped, walked right to Mother and lip synched directly to her.

                                                           You've got a problem with the way that I am
                                                            They say I'm trouble but I dont' give a damn
                                                            But when I'm bad I know I'm better
                                                            I just want to get loose and turn it up for you

     Mother nodded at her; Bianca nodded back and continued to synch....and then Mother reached into her bosom and pulled out a wad of bills....and held them up for Bianca...but Bianca didn't take them right away.  She backed up and did a little drag queen four square, and then took the wad which she separated with her fingers, held them high above the table and sprinkled the individual bills like snowflakes over her pile of cash in front of us. As if to tell the audience, "Look, the old bitch tipped me!"
  Mother stood with tears in her eyes and reached out and hugged Bianca.  Quickly, Bianca accepted Mother's embrace, but during the hug, Bianca looked over at me and rolled her eyes.............then winked at me.  I, of course, smiled back as I got a tiny tingle in my heart.  It felt good for this ravishing queen to even notice me, so I had to stand and offer her my tip.  It just so happened that the song entered an electric guitar interlude, and Bianca grabbed both of my hands and leaned into me.
     "You're hot, baby," she whispered in my ear as I felt a warm tongue lick my lobe.  She placed my hands on her breasts.  I tried to pull away.  Even though I knew they were fake, I just wasn't raised to grab women's boobs..and they felt hard with only minor squoosh.  There was also a little confusion in my mind.  Even though I KNEW Bianca was a drag queen, she just didn't look like a man, so my mind had to take a moment to tell my hands that it was okay for me to touch her boobs..even though they weren't boobs; they were only fake molded foam rubber -- but they had nipples.  I could feel them.  Is this what they meant by gender confusion?
     "Just relax, baby.  Grab onto the top of my bodice, but make sure you don't get my bra..or the bills" she continued to whisper as she ran her hands all over my body and through my hair.  Of course, I complied and just figured it was part of the show.  If I had been able to think, I would have been embarrassed by the way she carressed me -- in places that she shouldn't have touched cuz I was a real man......and  some of my things she was touching were not foam rubber.
    "Now, don't be afraid, but on the  count of three, pull on the top of my bodice...and pull hard..DON'T LET GO...." she said.  I didn't really have time to think, and I wasn't really believing what she was saying.
   "One...two...three" and on three I pulled and she pushed away from me.........and I ripped that cat suit right off of that drag queen.  For more than a minute, I was stunned...and so was the audience.  BUT,  This was a special cat suit.  It was seemed  with velcro, and I heard the sound of velcro scratch and rip as she spun away from me.  The crowd erupted into a frenzy and wadded bills rained on Bianca as she danced in nothing but a bra, a thong, stillettos and a 2-foot-high crown.  Being a drag novice, I still didn't know that she was far from nakedness.  Lord knows, she had at least five pair of panty hose and a few inches of foam that separated her penis and butt from the audience.  I really thought she was nearly naked.