ACT V
There’s no holding Philip back now that he’s seen that poster featuring Miss Kitty aka the lovely Victoria Bellamy. He’s more determined than ever to discover her secrets. Nothing is going to deter him, not his own personal comfort zone nor a group of fiercely protective drag queens. Will Victoria be able to handle sharing her alter ego with him, along with all that goes with it? Is love going to be able to truly conquer all for this couple or is it curtains for the two of them?
Squinting as my eyes grew accustomed to the darkened bar that I had just entered I scanned the room taking it in. There was a small elevated stage area on the far side of the main room and through a large open doorway I spied the bar. Once I laid eyes on the bar I made a bee line for it, figuring that whatever the night was going to bring a stiff double shot of scotch certainly wasn’t going to hurt anything. It would either serve to steel my nerves or in the worst case scenario it could help drown my sorrows. I grabbed a drink, slowly nursing it as I blended into the crowded bar room. “I’ve held her in my arms.” I thought. Maybe it hadn’t been for all long but I still knew what a real woman in my arms felt like. I also knew enough about anatomy from being an artist, to know the curves and lines of the human form both male and female. She had none of the telltale signs of being the least bit masculine, not a trace of facial hair, no hint of an Adam’s apple at her sleek throat, nor were her hips boyish in their appearance and those breasts of hers were definitely all natural.
Was it some sort of social experiment for research for her novel? There simply had to be a logical explanation for all of this. But for the time being it was eluding me completely. The show on stage had already begun and some queen was finishing her rendition of Walking in Memphis to rounds of applause and people offering her shooters and folded bills in various denominations. She announced the next performer as she blew kisses to her adoring fans before departing the stage. Gulping down the last fortifying dregs of my drink, I strutted onto the stage and into the spotlight. My entrance was met with a round of wolf whistles and applause from the crowd. Greeting my audience, and licking my lips seductively I launched into my first number as the music was cued for my performance. Now when I Touch Myself is a bit of a sexually charged number that was perfect for a venue such as this but it wasn’t something I’d necessarily want Philip to see me doing at least not publicly. When I came to the lines “I close my eyes and see you before me. Think I would die if you were to ignore me, A fool could see just how much I adore you. I'd get down on my knees. I'd do anything for you.” I actually do shut my eyes, sink to my knees and when I open them sing to whoever happens to be standing closest to the stage as I continue to run my hands up and down my skimpy little costume as seductively as possible. It always drew huge shouts of approval from the audience and brought in some nice tips as well.
Imagine my horror as I opened my eyes, prepared to play the role of a temptress only to find Philip gazing at me intently. His dark eyes staring into mine and despite all the makeup I had on I felt the colour draining from my face and I sprang to my feet, six inch heels and all, as though I were a cat that had had scalding water thrown on it. People that knew my routines and had seen them before shouted out “Come on Kitty!! Do your thing girl, seduce him.” I felt completely trapped normally I’d tease the would be Romeo I was singing to by ruffling his hair, and running my hands up and down his chest, being a total flirt. Right now however I wanted to either throw up on my shoes or failing the ability to achieve that, I figured that fainting would work rather nicely, I thought to myself miserably. Instead the performer in me, and the person that needed this job kicked in and with a little back kick of my leg I took a step and leapt into Philip’s arms. Where I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled into him giving him a rather clear view of my cinched up breasts, as I continued my song and my seduction. His eyes were sparkling at me and the smile on his face broadened as he glanced at my rather prominent female attributes, which in all fairness he could hardly miss in our current situation. He finally laid me gently on the stage where I made it to my feet once more trying to look like the sex kitten I was supposed to be. This new twist to the routine seemed to be a major hit and the crowd went wild. People pressed in offering me hefty tips which I gratefully gathered into my hands and offered Hollywood air kisses and waves as thanks.
My next number, All That Jazz, quickly followed and somehow I managed to keep the momentum of the energy I’d created going with the crowd, who were eating it up. As much as I was trying to be the consummate entertainer my eyes kept straying back to where Philip stood. It was unnerving me no end and I found it difficult to remember my leg kicks, jazz hands and the whole routine in general. By this time I was in a cold sweat and I was sure my makeup which was pretty much caked on was sliding off my face, exposing how I was really feeling despite my outward demeanor. The song which normally seemed to speed by for me was tonight dragging on endlessly, no pun intended. When it finally ended I couldn’t have been happier to collect my tips, and give my introduction to the next performer. Thankfully I didn’t have to do any audience participation or real comedy until my next appearance on stage. After doing an introduction for that sweet treat you’ve all been waiting for Miss Candi Kane I beat a hasty retreat off the stage. Only to be met by Philip who had maneuvered himself through the crowd and to the steps leading off the stage. He offered me his hand as I descended the steps. In a way I was thankful for it as I needed all the support I could get as my legs felt like rubber noodles beneath me and my six inch heels weren’t helping the situation any. “May I buy you a drink Miss Kitty?” he said sounding very suave and kissing my hand. I really just wanted to beg off claiming I had to change for my next set on stage but part of my job was to chat up the customers and socialize with them to keep them coming back. “Sure.” Was my rather less than enthusiastic response to him. He escorted me to the bar and caught the bartender’s eye. “The lady will have a?” he inquired of me leaving the question open ended. “My usual please Alex.” I said and smiled at him. “Coming up Kitty and for the gentleman, another double scotch?” “Yes, thanks.” “He’s very good at remembering the clients orders isn’t he.” “Alex is the best.” I responded. Our drinks arrived and Philip settled our tab and left a generous tip on the face of the bar.
“Do you mind if we take these out on the back patio?” I asked. “I could use a little fresh air right about now.” I stammered feeling rather miserable. The jig was up my secret was out. He’d more than likely taunt me for a bit toying with me like a cat does a mouse, before moving in for the kill. I squirmed uncomfortably as I led Philip out to the back patio area. It was quieter out here and was fairly empty at the present time as most people were inside taking in the show on stage. We took a small corner table that was even more secluded then the rest. He was a perfect gentleman holding out my chair for me and as I sank into I felt like bursting into a torrent of tears but I valiantly fought them off. “Miss Kitty or should I call you Victoria?” he asked in a far more gentle tone than I was expecting from him. I was prepared for the confrontation from hell, and I took a large unladylike gulp of my drink to steady my nerves. “Okay so you know my secret, now what? I inquired my eyes downcast focused on my glass the tip of my finger circling the rim of the glass nervously. “It’s really none of my business, but I hope you’ll tell me about all of this. I stumbled upon you tonight completely by accident believe it or not I haven’t been stalking you, though I will admit that I have been more than a little curious about you especially after I found those pictures of you earlier today.” He said in a matter of fact manner. “Pictures?” I sputtered. “You couldn’t have seen those pictures they were still in the packing box wrapped up when I took it from you.” I began to protest. “Victoria, I did seem them. I just didn’t know what to make of it and was confused so I thought it best to rewrap them and just put them back the way I had found them. I don’t understand what this is all about, and it’s conflicting for me as I’ve found myself genuinely attracted to you, but I’m straight as an arrow when it comes to relationships.” He told me.
“Oh crap.” Was all I could muster as tears slid down my cheeks in rapid succession and landed on the table. “I know, you must be feeling like I ambushed you here today and in some ways I suppose that I have. I was at home driving myself nuts thinking about you, and I couldn’t stand it any longer so I decided to take a walk, try and clear my head. I don’t know the area well and I turned up here completely by accident. I stopped to look at the playbills out front and imagine my surprise and shock at seeing pictures of the same woman I was falling for. I’ve been trying to pass it off as they were pictures from a costume party or this was some sort of social experiment because you’re really a psychology major or something. I’ve even been struggling with the fact that despite the fact I’ve held you in my arms you may not be a biological woman. It’s really messing with my head and my emotions not knowing what’s going on here.” He explained with a certain edge to his voice. Suddenly I was annoyed with him beyond belief I was downright vexed at him. “You’ve got some nerve buddy. You couldn’t have just asked me out right when you found them, when it was just the two of us. But no, you stumble onto me at my job, ambush me and to top it all off you start making all these assumptions? Just who the hell do you think you are?” My voice was rising with each word I spat out at him. It was enough to attract the attention of a couple of my sister queens who came out to see what the commotion was all about. “Now Victoria, let’s not cause a scene here, calm down.” He tried to soothe me looking uncomfortable at the approaching group and keeping a wary eye on them. “Oh calm down yourself we queens are famous for being drama llamas honey. If you can’t take it then feel free to leave.” I snorted to him. I could feel the colour in my cheeks rising just as my ire was. “Is there a problem here, Kitty?” asked Sush giving Philip a glacial glare that would have made anyone who was on the receiving end of it flinch. I had to give it to her Sush did fierce with the best of them. “Not at all, he was just leaving.” I hissed at him between clenched teeth. “Get those claws out too, Miss Kitty.” Miss Conception, added with a diva like snap of her fingers. “Get him girlfriend.”
“Victoria, please. I’d really like us to discuss this. Alone.” I added pointedly. “I appreciate the fact you want to protect your friend, uh ladies, but I’d really like this to be a private conversation.” Victoria was still fuming and I could have almost sworn I saw wisps of smoke coming out her ears. Her friends were glaring at me utter distain and it was quite clear I was a wanted man. Wanted that is if the man were to be drawn and quartered or shot at dawn. “Please?” I implored her one more time. “Fine, but you’ll have to make it quick. I’ve got another number coming up and still have to change.” She sniped at me. “Sugar you want us to stay?” asked Sush and Miss Conception in unison, as each one rested a hand protectively on her shoulders. “Thanks, it’ll be okay. I’ll shout if I need you.” “Okay, if you’re sure then.” Victoria nodded her head and with a final look that could kill directed at me, they flounced away. “So talk and make it snappy.” She growled at me. Her eyes were narrowed cat like slits and she did indeed look like she could pounce on me at any given minute and claw me to shreds. “Okay first of all I apologize. I’m going about everything all wrong. I shouldn’t have ambushed you at work, shouldn’t have jumped to any kinds of wild conclusions and should have been honest with you from the start and simply asked you about the pictures and I should have told you I was falling for you.” She said back in her chair arms crossed over her chest as a smug cat like ‘I’ve just had a saucer of cream.’ Look crept over her face. “That’s a step in the right direction.” She said and I noticed her voice had lost some of the edge to it that had been there only moments earlier.
“Now you listen up buster.” I sat intently waiting for a barrage of what I believed would be well deserved berating. “For starters, I would never dream of coming down to your gallery and causing a scene. This job is only help me make ends meet while I work on my writing my novel and writing an advice column once a week just wasn’t cutting it for me with all the renovations I’ve been doing to the house. I’m also straight as an arrow, not that there would be anything wrong with it if I were gay, lesbian, bi or transgendered. The only reason I got this gig was because I used to be roommates with Sush years ago and in my world friends look out for each other.” The words came out in a rush but then she hesitated before continuing. “I’ll probably regret saying this especially since I’m so annoyed at you right now, but I’ve got a thing for you to, so quit being a jerk so I can go back to liking you.” Gulping audibly I looked at the woman seated before me in an entirely new light. “Your right I’ve been a jerk. I should have kept out of your way while you were working and not freaked you out like that. If I want to know something I should be up front and ask. I also should probably adjust my attitudes about people that lead different life styles than I do. I can tell that your friends here care about you and that they’ve got your back. I’m still not sure quite what to call them they are guys aren’t they?” I asked desperately trying to figure out what was the correct thing to say. I certainly didn’t want to incur any more of her wrath or anyone else’s here for that matter. “Yes they are, men who love men and choose to dress up as women for entertainment purposes. Yes there are a couple of them that want to transition. So the basic rule of thumb around here is when they are dressed as guys then that’s how you treat them when they are in their heels wearing gowns they are for all intense and purpose to be addressed in the feminine manner. Got it?” She said leaning in until we were almost nose to nose.
“I’ve got it.” Answering her, as only a man that knows he’s in the dog box with a woman can. “Good. Now if you want to hang around until closing, you can walk me home and we can talk about that other thing.” She said giving me a small smile. “I’d like that but for now I guess you’d better go get ready to go on and I’ll go grab another drink. It’s been a rather unusual evening me for me.” I returned. Right now I was grateful for the fact she was being civil, it might mean I still had a chance at getting to know her better. Then again this might just be the calm before the storm and she was really going to give me an earful on the way home. The only thing I could do was tough it out and find out what was going to happen. “I’ve got to hustle. I’ll talk to later, enjoy the rest of the show.” And with that she was gone. Sitting at the table alone I let the cool night air wash over me allowing it soothe my somewhat still frazzled mind. Alone with my thoughts I sat in silence, the only interruption the occasional blast of music that streamed out when the door to the patio was opened and people came out for a quick cigarette before rushing back inside the bar again. Pushing open the door to the change room I could overhear the girls talking amongst themselves about what had just transpired on the patio. “Oh, no he didn’t! Girl let me just…” the voices trailed off when they realized it was me who was entering. “Are you okay?” Sush asked as she cast a pair of wary eyes on me, sizing me up before giving me a hug. “Everything’s okay.” I assured her. “Who is he though and what’s he doing here?”
“That ladies is my new neighbour that just moved in yesterday…” my voice trailed off as I wriggled out of the skin tight outfit I currently had on and started getting into my next costume. “Well what’s he doing here? Don’t tell me you’ve got some nut job for a neighbour that stalks you?” She gasped out dramatically. “Chill, he’s a nice guy actually, or I think he might be...” I said as I fastened the short little blue plaid skirt around my waist, “and he seems to have this thing for me and he got a little freaked out trying to figure out a few things.” I continued as I buttoned up my tight white blouse. “You’ve so got to tell me this whole story honey but right now I’m on, and as long as you’re sure that you’re okay I’ll take your word for it. We’ll get together and do lunch tomorrow. I’d stay and talk to you after the show but I’ve got my eye on that cute little blonde that’s been hanging by the steps to the stage all night.” She winked adjusted her cleavage, blew me a kiss and flew through the door. I sat down before one of the mirrors in the change room, as I picked up my hairbrush and began brushing my hair out and pulling it back into a pony tail. “You like him don’t you Vic?” Miss Conception asked me. Trying to shrug it off as nothing more than a casual thing I answered her. “I guess he’s okay. I don’t really know him.” I responded trying to sound very nonchalant about it all and touching up my makeup. “Girl, don’t you dare try and pull one over on me. I saw the way you were looking at him and more importantly I saw the way he was looking at you. You two will end up together yet, even if you are getting off to a rocky start. He looks at you the same way my James looks at me and we’ve been together nearly ten years now.” She surmised. Then she burst into one of her Cher routines and started bopping around me singing into a hair brush “if you want to know if he loves you so it’s in his kiss that’s where it is.” I took a playful swat at her in retaliation. I had to wonder if I was so transparent about my feelings that everyone knew how I felt about him.
With a swish of my pony tail and dressed like a private school girl I was off to do my next numbers which I did with one of the drag kings that was guesting at our show this evening. I had to admit I felt like a fish out of water as I wandered about the bar looking for a quiet little nook to hang out in while I waited for Victoria to return to the stage. The more I people watched from my perch at a solitary bar stool that I’d found in a darkened corner. It was a totally voyeuristic activity but I was one of those people that enjoyed observing other people, as I often thought you learned more about them in those brief moments than you could in years of knowing them. The little vignettes of everyday life that you saw and heard were intimate glimpses of people just being themselves. Part of me I think had been thinking it would be nothing but bawdy perversions and a major meat market for those looking for one night stands. Sure there were a few there with that on their agenda, but then that happened in any bar you could walk into. What I was hearing more of were things like “Come on Todd, time to leave honey, I promised the sitter we’d be home by midnight.” Some of these guys were raising kids?????? I was totally dumbfounded by this thought. But why not, adopting and giving a kid a good home with loving parents was a good thing right? “Another bottle of water, please Alex I’m the designated driver tonight.” They aren’t all just here to get into some alcoholic stupor? I overheard another guy offer to buy a drink for someone that had obviously caught his eye. It struck me that he sounded as nervous as any guy, including myself would be asking someone that we were attracted to and wanted the opportunity to get to know if we could buy them a drink, the implication being we were interested and would like to spend some time getting to know them.
When I heard a “Hi there.” Directed at me I nearly fell of my bar stool as I’d been so lost in my thoughts that it startled me no end. “Hey.” I returned cautiously recognizing Kandi Kane. “I’m a friend of Kitty’s.” she said extending a rather large gloved hand for me to shake. “Kandi Kane, isn’t it?” I inquired politely. Only when I’m in drag, otherwise I’m Randy.” She replied as I shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, both of you.” And I let out a small nervous laugh. “Relax, it’s all good. We get straight guys in here all the time. They come to be supportive of family members and friends and enjoy the shows like everyone else does. We don’t often get them in here and wanting to date one of us. We all know you’ve got a thing for Victoria. Word travels quickly amongst us as were like family to each other.” I appreciated her straight forward manner. “Yes I do. I’ve only met her recently but she seems to be a wonderful woman and I really hope to get to know her much better.” I added. “Your right about that she is amazing, and we love her here like she’s one of us. So I wanted to offer you some friendly advice.” I waited anticipating another brow beating. “I heard you had a bit of a run in earlier and just wanted to tell you to chill. Be yourself with her and with us. Just keep an open mind, sure you might not become BBF’s with us but we can all still have a healthy mutual respect for each other at the very least. If you plan on getting involved with Victoria you’ll have to accept we are part of the package and she’s not going to bail on her friends just to please you.” I thanked her for the advice as she said “I’ve got to scoot I’m on next.” I really was getting some valuable life lessons this evening about jumping to conclusions and about letting go of preconceived notions about people. It was high time I started to get to know people as individuals and not as stereo types.
Scanning the room as I entered the crowd I was searching to see if he’d in fact chosen to hang around or if he had in fact changed his mind and ended up bolting, having decided this was just all too much for him. In all fairness to him I wouldn’t have blamed Philip if he had headed for the hills. My heart gave a little skip when I finally caught sight of him in the crowd and I broke into a grin. He flashed me the two thumbs up sign as he lounged against the back wall and smiled back at me. Before I knew it I was back on stage and was being serenaded to Billy Joel’s , Only the Good Die Young, as I acted out the roll of the good girl being sought out by the bad boy in school, you know the one your mother always warned you about. Next he broke into High School Confidential, and I slipped off my blouse to reveal a shockingly tight tube top which showcased my breasts and became the teen temptress for that song as I strutted about. At the end of it a quick, flirtatious wave and I was off to change for my final number of the night. I groaned as I heard part of my stage partner’s spiel, “remember rehab is for quitters.” That old chestnut again, was all I could think. In a whirlwind of activity I stripped off my current outfit and changed into a poodle skirt and conservative blouse and was back on stage in the blink of an eye. The music was right on cue and the two of us launched into Summer Loving Happened So Fast from Grease. It was such a relief to me to be skipping around the stage singing in saddle shoes and bobby socks after being in those killer stilettos for so many hours. Tonight’s crowd was having a ball and really getting into our act and shouts of encore followed as we graciously accepted our tips from our fans. I downed a shot that was offered to me as my partner shouted out his request to the DJ and he handed me a leather jacket from someone in the crowd. Which I knew was my cue to go into bad sexy Sandy mode as we’d be doing “You’re the One That I Want.”
It was high energy and we both had a blast doing it but when it was over I was just as happy to be able to be able to call it a day. I descended the stage and worked my way through the crowd many of whom were heading towards the bar as last call was being announced. I finally made it over to where Philip was, “So what did you think of the show?” I blurted out. I wasn’t really sure what the proper protocol was when you had only a couple of hours before wanted to annihilate someone and in the next breath still hoped that he still wanted to take you in his arms as much as you wanted him too. “You were great.” He congratulated me. “And if it’s not too bold of me to mention you’ve got some dynamite legs.” “It’s the heels.” I mumbled and blushed, as I remembered I now had on some rather unsexy saddle shoes on. “Give me about ten minutes and we can go, I just have to grab my things and we can leave.” “Sounds good to me, I’ll just meet you out front it’s a bit of a zoo in here at the moment.” “Okay see you in ten.” I pushed my way to towards the dressing room to collect my things and pack up my drag bag. Thankfully I was alone while I did so, the other girls were either at the bar or hanging out with friends. I was too tired to change and I didn’t want to keep Philip waiting so I just tossed the whole kit and caboodle of my belongings into the case and zipped it shut. I grabbed my jacket did a quick check of my hair and lipstick and headed out. It was always crowded at closing time and I bumped along, offering apologies as I went. Stopping briefly to take congratulations on how well the show had been and turn down offers to buy me a shot. I politely declined and made my way out the front door, past the bouncers and down the steps. Sush was outside talking to some friends but she caught my eye and gave me the hand signal for ‘call me’ I nodded affirmatively at her as I smiled and waved goodnight.
I found Philip who was waiting for me at on the street as people milled about. Some were chowing down on slices of pizza from the pizzeria across the street other were munching hotdogs from street vendors some were puffing away on cigarettes. Cabs lined the streets as the bars let out on either side of the street. All I had eyes for though was the man that stood waiting patiently with a single red rose clasped in his hands. “I thought you might like this” he said as he strode towards me and handed it to me. “Try and think of it as an apology for jumping to conclusions earlier and kudos for having such a great show tonight.” He told me. We both knew the roses sold by the people that circulated through the clubs would more than likely lose its petals by the next day but it was still a nice gesture I thought. “Thank you, that was really nice of you.” I said and I meant it. “Here let me take that for you.” He said indicating the bag I had been pulling along behind me. “Did you want me to hail a cab or would you rather walk?” he asked me. “I’d rather walk if you don’t mind.” I told him as I handed the handle of the bag over to him. “As you’d like it, my lady we shall walk.” He replied. We walked along in companionable silence until the bar crowds were behind us and it. “It really is a beautiful night out here, the moon is still so full and the stars are so bright.” He finally said breaking the silence. “It is.” I agreed. “Listen Victoria, I really do hope you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me and give me another chance. I behaved badly and there’s no excuse for it, other than I deserve a gold medal for jumping to conclusions and not talking to you first. I really am sorry. You’re friends there are really nice people too and I can tell that they care about you…a lot. I talked to some of them while you were getting changed and got to know them a bit.”
Slipping my arm though his, “I’m very happy to hear that.” I said as glanced over and saw a smile spreading across his face. “So….” “So now is this the part where we talk about us and the attraction we’ve been feeling towards each other?” he asked clearly taking the bull by the horns. “I think so.” I responded softly my voice barely above a whisper. I was thankful for the darkness that surrounded us as we rounded the corner to our street which was dimly lit despite the brightness of the moon which only peaked through the foliage of the tall trees that lined the street. “I’m attracted to you Victoria, in more ways than one, and I have been since our first meeting. Even though I was clearly annoying the living daylights out of you.” He said frankly. “Yes you did.” I said laughing at the memory of it. “I seem to be having a change of heart about you though.” I confided to him as I squeezed his arm. “I’m happy to hear that.” He said stopping as we came up to the walk which led to his house. “So” he said smiling down at me. “What happens next? I’m not sure what the proper protocol is for this situation. Do I shake hands with you and call it a night. Do I invite you in for a nightcap or coffee or I escort you home and hope you’ll invite me in?” “The gentlemanly thing to do is see me home at this late hour I believe.” I responded to him. “Then it would be my great pleasure to do so.” We made our way the short distance to my place and climbed the steps. I took my keys out of coat pocket. Fiddling with them nervously I looked up at him, “So would you like to come in for a while?” I asked him quietly. “I’d love to if you’re sure that it’s alright with you.” He answered looking down at me. His eyes were dark but even in this light I could see the twinkle in them. I nodded my head yes. “Then I think we should get this out of the way as it can be so awkward.” And with that he leaned down cupped my face in his hands tenderly and pressed his lips against mine.
A warmth began to spread though out me as I found myself responding to him. My arms instinctively wound themselves around his neck and I pressed my lips against his more firmly. His tongue parted my lips and eased itself between them. The kisses kept coming varying from warm and sweet to, those sloppier wet kisses that were fueled by a need deep within both of us. I had to catch my breath when we finally broke the kiss. “I think we’d better take this inside before we cause some sort of neighbourhood scandal.” I gasped. “I couldn’t agree with you more.” He returned.
ACT VI
After discovering her secret identity and being appraised none too kindly, at least initially by Victoria’s drag queen friends Philip is still determined to hang in there and woo both Victoria and her alter ego. Offering her his arm he escorts her home and like any gentleman would he sees her safely to the door. Now behind closed doors, away from prying eyes and well meaning friends things begin to become must warmer between them. Even though they both want to take things further, the desire to honour and respect each other remains greater. Yet the morning finds them greeting the day securely wrapped in each other embrace, with both their desires and values intact. Could this truly be the start of a relationship that will last a lifetime for both of them?
It took some fumbling with her key in the lock before we finally found ourselves safely behind closed doors. Her lack of concentration in fitting the key securely in its slot had everything to do with the fact I was nuzzling the nape of her neck, while she was attempting it. Once inside the look in her eyes mirrored my own and I knew the delay had not dashed either of our desires for one another. I took her in my arms and pressed her back against the closed front door. With that first kiss out of the way we were both far more confident and our lips sought out each other like a pair of heat seeking missiles. Her hands were laced together as they encircled my neck and pulled me down towards hers. I could feel the silken strands from her pony tail brushing against my hands as I ran then up and down her back as we kissed passionately. It would have been so easy for me to scoop her up in my arms and carry her up to her bedroom and really continue this in earnest but the irony of her being dressed like a rather innocent teeny bopper wasn’t entirely lost on me either. Nor was the fact that I knew that I was falling for this woman big time and I wanted to make sure that this was going to be more than a heat of the moment one night stand that had been fueled by the consumption of rather copious amounts of spirits. Breaking the kiss I held her close and planted several soft kisses on the crown of her head, as I began to transition to a softer gentler vein than the one we were both more than willing to mine for its precious treasure of intimacy, instinctively she understood the change in direction. “I’m not supposed to be falling for you, you know. You can annoy the stuffing out of me at times.” She mumbled into my chest.
“Moi? Annoying I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I teased her which only earned me a gentle little poke from her. “Yes you.” She replied trying to sound exasperated at me but she snuggled into me even closer as she said it. “This is insane you know. I don’t have time for this falling in love business. I’ve got a house to renovate, more importantly a book to write and …” “And, and, and.” I gently hushed her by pressing my finger against her lips. “That’s part of the magic of love it can’t be scheduled into your agenda like a business meeting.” “You have to admit all of this has been pretty weird you meet a woman she practically bites your head off on more than one occasion and to top it all off you find out she’s moonlighting as a drag queen impersonator. This is the stuff of really bad fiction books not real life.” She finished as she tilted her head up to better gauge my reaction to her assessment of things. “You’re probably right about that but it’s going to make a heck of a story to tell our family and friends one day,” I grinned at her and tapped her with my index finger on the tip of our nose for emphasis. “You’re hopeless.” She sighed at me. “Yes a hopeless romantic who believes that you and I belong together, despite a somewhat rocky start.” I grinned at her and cuddled her close to me once more. “So where to do we go from here, what’s next?” She asked me softly. “Well for starters I think we decide if I’m going to stay, at least for a while longer or if you want me to go.” I told her as I gazed down into her eyes, which had taken on this gentle tenderness to them. “I’d like you to stay but I don’t want you to think…” Her voice trailed off. “Victoria” I said as I looked down and into her eyes. “I want very much to stay. Nothing has to happen either I just want to spend time being with you and I’ll leave anytime that you ask me too. Okay?” “Perfect.” She responded as she stretched up, so she could place a gentle kiss on my cheek.
“So what do you say we get these jackets off for starters and make ourselves more comfortable in the living room?” She asked. My response was to help her slip out of her jacket, and then slipped my own off and went to hang them in the hall closet. This having mirror image homes was going to work out well for me in helping me feel even more at home here than I already did. She just grinned as she took her saddle shoes off. We had our arms wrapped around each other’s waists as we made our way into the living room together. I’d been in there briefly the first day we’d met and it seemed to be far cozier to me tonight with her by my side. We settled on to the sofa side by side and I wrapped my arm around her and drew her close. She snuggled into me, which was just the reaction I’d been hoping for. She let a small tiny yawn escape as she did. “You’re tired Victoria, I should be a gentleman and leave so you can get some rest.” “No please don’t. I’ll admit I’m tired and that it’s late but I really do want to spend some more time with you unless you have to be up early. I know that you’ve got things to do at your gallery for the opening.” She said offering me the perfect excuse if I chose to use it. “I do have things to check on at the gallery which I meant to do tonight before I got sidetracked with you and your performances. Seeing as how I’m the owner however, it offers me certain advantages as does the fact the grand opening isn’t for several more days yet. I knew with this move I’d need some time to get my personal affairs in order as well as taking care of things for the business side of my life. I hadn’t planned on meeting you but I give you my word here and now that if you and I are going to be a couple you will be a priority for me.” She squirmed in what I perceived to be delight at that pronouncement from me. I based my hypothesis on the flush on her cheeks and the smile on her lips.
“So does that mean you’re staying at least for a while?” she questioned. “Yes it means I’m staying.” I told her as I kissed her forehead and she snuggled into my shoulder. “Tell me, what your schedule is like tomorrow. Perhaps if it works out you’d like to come down and spend some time there with me. A behind the scenes look at things.” I smiled at her. “Nothing too concrete tomorrow, I’m supposed to phone Sush so we can do lunch and she can do her mother hen thing with me and make sure I’m okay after the blow up you and I had earlier at the bar. I don’t have another show until Saturday night, and my next column isn’t due until next Wednesday. So I’d be delighted to spend time with you tomorrow if you’re sure I won’t be intruding on you or get in the way.” She told me and her eyes were shining. “I won’t be disrupting any creative time you want to devote to your writing?” I asked her honestly knowing how important it was to devote time to the craft of your choosing.” “No, in fact I think I’ll more than likely be more inspired to write after spending more time with you.” “You must be writing a romantic piece then.” I said my eyes sparkling at the thought of what a pleasure it would be to help her research it. “Well they do say a writer should draw from personal experience.” She smiled up at me. Dropping my head just enough so that my lips could graze against hers, slowly, gently as we began this union of affection. With one hand she played with the hair at the base off my neck and the other ran lightly over my shoulder. I could hear the quickening beat of her heart and increased the tempo of the kisses. Her lips were full and soft and yielded to me willingly. The tip of my tongue lightly pressed between hers and they parted to receive this more intimate form of a kiss. The feeling of the coolness of that moist pink tongue against my own, the heated friction of our lips was in direct contrast to that coolness. Our tongues danced with each other in exploration of this newly found terrain.
As I pressed against her I was able to feel the swell of her breasts pressing against my chest. Trying to hold back my carnal desires for her I made sure my hands stayed strictly away from her erogenous zones on both her southern and northern hemispheres. I didn’t want her to think I was after only one thing. The temptation not to reach out my hand and feel the swell of those perky breasts of hers was proving to be quite the challenge for me. Not to mention the fact I could feel a certain hardening in my nether regions as we continued to kiss, even though it was with a restrained degree of passion on both our parts. It would have been so easy to blur that line between us forever but once we did there would be no turning back. Neither of us seemed willing to risk it, the stakes were just too high. We had a life time riding on making this relationship work and staying together.
Remembering something from my high school days when such a problem would arise, I whispered into her ear seductively, “How about those Blue Jays?” She suddenly went from purring like a kitten to a rather startled looking deer in headlights. “Pardon me did I just hear you correctly”? She queried, as she sat upright looking totally mystified about my comment. Apparently my old gym teacher’s trick still worked even as an adult as I felt myself starting to calm down, which I was thankful for. I think she must have had a similar teacher as she suddenly burst into laughter and said “I think this was the part where I was supposed to suggest we go and grab a burger to prevent any forbidden use of carnal knowledge.” We both started to laugh heartily over that.
“Not if it’s like the one we had for dinner, that thing was massive.” I chuckled at her. She merely shrugged at me. “Don’t be silly they close at 3 and it’s long past that now.” She deadpanned at me and for a split second I thought she’d been serious until I saw the mischievous twinkle in her eye. “You had me going for a minute there.” “I know, just part of my charm.” And she giggled. “Seriously though, may I offer you something to eat or drink?” She added which I felt was an indication that she was clearly not on the menu and available for sampling despite the fact we’d both more than likely enjoy that immensely. “Glass of water would be great. Need to rehydrate after all that scotch earlier.” I told her. “Be right back.” She said hopping up than disappearing with a swish of her skirt and a bob of her pony tail. She was so darn cute. There were just so many sides to this woman that I was discovering. From the hard nose cynic that had sized me up the first time she’s opened the door, to the girl next door in her bobby socks and poodle skirt, and let us not forget the sex kitten on stage or the heavenly body that had appeared to me just last night under the light of the moon. She bopped back into the room with a frosted glass of ice water in each hand, the ice cubes tinkling against the sides of the glasses as she did. She handed me one and sat down beside me, so with my free hand I reached behind her and drew her to me as we each took a long sip of the icy water. “I suppose I should be going after we’re finished.” I said as I set my half empty glass down on the end table beside me. “I guess so” she didn’t sound overly convinced though. “I should probably grab a shower and scape the layers of makeup off of me anyways. You could stand to clean up a bit yourself.” She smiled as she used her thumb to try to stroke some of the stage makeup she’d left on my face as a result of our little make out session. Inwardly I quaked and could feel that longing stirring just below my belt once more. The thought of taking a long, hot, shower with her was more than the average red blooded male could handle without getting aroused, at least it was more than this one could handle.
“Tempting, but I’m trying to be a gentleman here and behave myself until we are both in a place to take this further.” There was both honesty, mixed with a certain degree of regret over the fact I was choosing to take the high road here and be a man of character. “I wasn’t trying to imply that you join me. So you needn’t be so presumptuous.” I huffed at him hotly. Once again I was more annoyed at myself than at him because there was a part of me a very big part of me that wanted to take him by the hand and lead him upstairs. To have him undress me as I undressed him, to explore each other as we washed away the past tensions between us under the hot cascades of soothing water. Then afterwards slip hand and hand into my bedroom and make love passionately until the sun rose and we drifted off to sleep in one another’s arms completely sated. “You’re absolutely adorable when you’re annoyed. Though I’m not sure who you’re more annoyed at the present time you or me.” And with that he kissed me on the tip of my nose. “Damn him.” I thought, he’s very perceptive and what’s worse he knows he’s right. “Okay I give up. You’re right I’m annoyed at both of us because I want you to stay and because it would be so easy to take you upstairs and totally lose control of any inhibitions about you. But and this is a big but I am not the sort of woman that just brings a man home and loses complete control and gives into my urges. I don’t have an arsenal of prophylactics on hand, and if you think I’m that sort of woman I’m not and we should end things here and now.” I was being very straightforward with him and feeling miserably wretched at all that the same time.
“Victoria,” he began as he took my hand in his and squeezed it affectionately. “I desire you as well and I know that you are the type of woman that is to be respected. This isn’t meant to be a one night stand with you. I want to get to know you, I want us to become intimate on all levels “not just the sexual ones. So please put that concern to rest once and for all. Now I seem to be getting a bit of second wind despite the late hour and it would be wonderful to sit and talk and get to know each other better. I know you’re anxious to get more comfortable though so why don’t you go up and shower alone.” He said emphasizing the word alone. “You freshen up, I’ll watch a bit of television or check out one of your books to read if that’s okay. Then we can just sit and get to know each other better. Alright?” he asked. “That sounds great to me. I’d like to just spend some more time together and I’m pretty wide awake myself despite the time.” I rose to go then leaned down and kissed his lips softly. “Thanks for being so understanding about all this.” I told him quietly. “It’s not a problem. Some things in life are worth waiting for at least the really good things are and I’ve got a strong hunch your one of the best things life will ever offer me.” He told me with such a tone of sincerity to his voice that I got this feeling deep inside of me that he was in fact the one. The keeper I’d been looking a life time for. It was with a light heart and a smile on my lips that I kissed him once more, slowly and lingeringly before I headed up stairs to shower and change into something more comfortable. The hot water felt good to me as it washed away the residual doubts I’d been harbouring about Philip. I also scrubbed away the layers of heavy makeup I’d had caked on for my stage performance and felt refreshed and knew that my face would be pink and glowing when I stepped out of the shower. By the time I was done I’d feel like an entirely new woman. One that was eager to spend some more time with the man that I was growing even fonder of as we spend more time together.
I played over the events of the day as I shampooed and conditioned my hair quickly as I wanted to not only feel my best but look my best for him as well. There had been a comfortable familiarity about making and sharing breakfast with him. The stroll we’d shared arm and arm on the way to buy groceries had been chummy to say the least. Even the fact we’d helped each other organize our living spaces spoke volumes to me. We’d done it without argument over where this or that should go. We had respected and valued one another’s opinions more so than a great number of long established couples I knew would have done. It seemed we were made for each other. I turned off the water and toweled off before crossing into my room to find something comfortable to wear. I brushed out my hair even though it was still damp with the fruity scent of my shampoo still clinging to it. I slipped into a pair of jogging shorts and slipped one of my favourite t shirts over my head. Not very sexy but it would show my rather toned legs off and not come off as being too suggestive. As for the t shirt it was comfortably soft and would be perfect to do some cuddling and late night or should I say early morning chatting in. I felt pretty comfortable being alone here in the living room, though I will admit it was hard not to think of what was going on upstairs. All in good time though I’d be the one sharing that shower with her, so until then I decided to amuse myself, I considered going into the study and grabbing one of the books that had attracted my attention earlier when I’d been helping her display them. I decided against that though as I didn’t want to get so caught up in something that I might not want to put down. Instead I opted for flipping on the television and channel surfing until I found something of interest. Sydney wandered in gave me a perfunctory sniff, deemed me acceptable and leapt up on the sofa beside me, curled up into a ball and dozed off. It made me smile seemed like I was passing mustard with her four footed roommate. I reached out and gave him a little scratch behind the ears then left my hand resting on his soft little fur body. Stretching out my legs I felt pretty comfortable as I waited for Victoria’s return.
Giving myself a quick look in the mirror I gave my reflection a small satisfied smile. I may not look like a goddess but I did look have a certain attractive earthy quality that I hoped Philip would appreciate. Skipping down the stairs I was eagerly looking forward to spending time with him getting to know him better. I bounced into the room hoping to see a smile spread across his face at my arrival. What I found made me smile instead. There was Philip on the sofa, his head resting against his shoulder and his hand resting on Sydney’s sleeping form. I probably should have woken him and sent him home to his own bed where he could stretch out and really be comfortable and get a good night’s sleep. I just didn’t have the heart to though he looked pretty relaxed and for the most part comfortable. I flicked off the television but he was in such a deep sleep he didn’t even flinch when the sound and brightness of the screen cut out. Gently I placed a throw pillow under his head to make him more comfortable. Then I grabbed a blanket I kept folded over the sofa, it was perfect for snuggling under on cold nights while reading or watching television. It was also great for hiding under when I chickened out during really scary parts of horror movies that I always insisted on watching in the dark and ended up scaring the living daylights out of myself so that I had to sleep with the lights on. I covered Philip up and gave him a soft kiss on his temple and whispered “good night” to him, trying not to disturb him, The knowledge I’d been successful in waking him came in the form of a small smile that crept across his handsome face and remained there but he didn’t stir otherwise. Debating with myself I was torn between simply turning off the light and returning upstairs to my own bed or slipping under the blanket and curling up next to Philip. I flicked off the light and was on my way upstairs when I suddenly turned and crept back into the room and slipped under the blanket next to Philip and snuggled in. As I drifted off I was aware of the fact that the smile on my face matched the one that was still on Philip’s face.
It was somewhat disorientating to me at first as I opened my eyes to the morning light streaming in the window. Taking a quick moment to collect my thoughts I realized I was still seated in Victoria’s living room and best of all I wasn’t alone. Victoria was curled up beside me her feet tucked under her and her head resting on my chest. I took advantage of the fact that she was still slumbering to study the features of her face. Her eyes were crimped shut against the early morning light, her nose was crinkled like a bunny and I had to wonder if I started a pot of coffee would it twitch in eager anticipation of sipping that first brew of the day. Her cheekbones were superb and I tentatively ran my index finger along her jawline. The morning sunlight gave her hair a lustrous sheen. Best of all there was an angelic smile on her lips which I hoped against hope was there because even in her sleep she was aware of the fact that I was there by her side. I drew her close and savoured the innocence and warmth of having her by my side. As much as I would have liked to have had a good stretch and make a dash for the bathroom to relive myself, I was more than happy to stay right where I was. I wanted my face to be the first thing she saw. I had no intentions of having her awaken only to think that I had abandoned her during the night. There was no way I’d have her thinking I had skulked off under the cover of darkness like some sort of cad that had only been trying to shall we say get lucky with her. I had totally meant what I’d said to her last night about wanting to get to know her before we took this to a more physical level. Sydney appeared out of nowhere and hopped up onto her lap and began to nuzzle her under the chin. “Oh Syd.” Her sleep drenched voice mumbled “Can’t ever let me sleep in after a late night out?” Despite her protests her hand traveled to begin stroking his soft fur. “You know I love you Sydney, now just give me another minute okay?”
One day Sydney wasn’t going to be the only person she woke up to and whispered those magic words “You know I love you.” to. One day I felt pretty confident that we’d be saying that to each other as we started our day. “Good morning, my shining star.” I said softly and grazed my lips against her cheek. Her eyes immediately flew open. As she focused on my face looking into hers she smiled then giggled “Good morning to you too. For a split second I thought Sydney had actually learned to speak and I was starting to freak out just a little about that.” Smiling into her eyes I told her “I’m just glad I wasn’t the one to wake you.” And I leaned in and kissed her once more only this time on the lips. I was rewarded with a warm smile and a pair of very alert and twinkling eyes. “Sydney is the master of waking me up no matter what but I think I like the way you wake me up just a little more.” “Just, a little more?” I questioned her with a note of mock dismay in my voice. “We’ll discuss that more in depth a bit later.” She smiled and stretched up her neck to kiss me. “Now unless you want me to scratch your tummy too, I’d better take care of feeding Sydney.” She said slipping out from under the blanket we’d been sharing. I caught her hand as she did. “Well I wouldn’t say no that.” I informed her. “Men, you guys always stick together don’t you?” she returned. “But of course.” And with a laugh and another stolen kiss she departed with Sydney in hot pursuit of her, his tail proudly pointed straight in the air as he hustled along after her. I took the opportunity to have a leisurely stretch and then made a dash for the bathroom. After taking care of business I took a look in the mirror as I washed my hands. All things considered I didn’t look to horrific for such a late night out and several drinks of scotch not to mention sleeping in an upright position.
Even if I was a little sore later in the day I didn’t care, it had been worth it to spend the night laying the ground work with Victoria that I wanted to truly be with her and get to know her and not just physically. I ambled downstairs to discover Victoria still in the kitchen. She’d put on a pot of coffee while I’d been upstairs and it was definitely perking up my senses. The coffee might have been working its magic on me but the sight of Victoria stretching up to grab a couple of mugs out of the cupboard was putting an even more powerful spell on me. She had a dynamite pair of legs I observed as my eyes travelled from her bare feet up to the hem of her shorts. Smooth legs that still retained the tan from the summer that had so recently ended. They were perfection in my eye but then again all of her was perfection in my eyes. One day I hoped to be permitted to sketch her and more than just her legs. I really was quite the smitten kitten when it came to this woman. Striding up behind her I wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled her neck affectionately. “You smell wonderful.” I murmured into her ear. “That’s just the coffee.” She teased me back. “No, it’s definitely you.” She spun around in my arms to face me and I leaned down and kissed her ardently before she could utter another word. My arms were wrapped around her and with her back pressed against the edge of the kitchen counter we embraced and said a proper yet completely wordless good morning to each other. It was a wonderful way to greet the day and one I planned on making a part of my daily routine. When we were finally satisfied that our lips had said a proper good morning to each other, she looked up and me and asked. “I suppose we should have some breakfast, you know keep our strength up?” “Oh, most definitely we need to keep our strength up.” I responded my eyes twinkling at her.
“Since you got the coffee going I’ll do the cooking this morning.” I told her. “That would be really nice of you, but only if it not out of self-preservation because my cooking is that horrible. No you’ve been doing fine. I assure you I have not suffered any ill effects from your cooking. I think it’s great that you’re learning to cook and your certainly nailing the basics down after that the more complicated things will come easily to you.” I said to her reassuringly. “I just want to be sure I handle my fair share of domestic duties as well in this relationship.” “A relationship is that what we’re in?” she asked me looking up into my eyes. “I’d like to think we are at the start of one that will last a life time.” I answered her quite truthfully as I picked up my coffee and took a fortifying sip of the black stuff. “Well then, here’s to being in a relationship.” She said as she clinked her mug against mine in a toast our new adventure in life together.
ACT VII
Now that Victoria has begun to initiate Philip into the world of drag queen impersonation, it his turn to draw her into his world of creative artistry. It’s a world that Victoria is enchanted by so much so that Philip makes a spur of the moment decision to gift her with one of his most recent creations. The painting which was once only a labour of love for him is now a gift of love for the woman that he’s falling deeply in love with.
As I sat sipping my mug of coffee as Philip made breakfast for the two of us I couldn’t help but think that this relationship was getting off on a great start. Sure we’d hit a few bumps along the way already but even those we’d been able to talk out. If we could continue to keep the lines of communication open than I figured we had a really good shot at making this one last. The view wasn’t too shabby either, as I grinned appreciatively at the way his jeans were molded to his perfect well-toned butt. I had to mentally remind myself that there was a great deal more to this man than just a great set of buns. For starters he was intelligent and had this amazing sense of humour. He was also proving himself to be an open minded and tolerant individual as he had begun to demonstrate to me last night. I had to give him a great deal of credit for the way he was handling the fact I was a drag queen impersonator. Not to mention the fact, the way that despite his preconceived stereotypes about the gay community he seemed to be developing some new insights in to the matter.
It was also pretty impressive to me that he wasn’t into pigeon holing us into traditional relationship roles either. Things like that were important to me, knowing that we’d be considered equals in this relationship. My previous experience had been that men either expected me to be some sort of domestic goddess that waited on them hand and foot. Coupled with when would I come to my senses and give up this nonsense that I should be out in the work force, insisting on competing in a man’s world. The rest of them seemed to think that a relationship was something that was more of a business arrangement, where…” “Voila.” Philip pronounced as he placed a steaming plate in front of me breaking my thoughts for the time being. “Wow! This looks and smells delicious.” I complimented and I truly meant it. I feared he may have more domestic talent in the kitchen than I did at the present time but I could live with that. “French toast, you’ll spoil me.” I smiled at him. It looked to be cooked to perfection and topped with the sliced fresh fruits and maple syrup. There was a side of crisp bacon on the plate as well. I was in heaven with this culinary treat but better still was the way he leaned down and kissed me softly. It was endearing sweet and the kiss lingered on my lips as he retrieved the coffee pot and filled up each of our mugs with the hot steaming java.
He sat down at the table with me and we dug into the scrumptious breakfast before us. We were both ravenous and it truly was delicious so I was thankful he already knew I had a healthy appetite and had no qualms whatsoever about digging into and doing full justice to it. I was definitely not the type of woman that was shy about eating in front of a man. “That was so totally yummy and I’m completely stuffed now. Thank you Philip.” I told him as I drained the last drops of coffee from my cup. “That’s the best you can do to thank a fellow for this culinary delight?” he teased me. I merely shrugged my shoulders at him, before I leaned over and took his hand in mine. “Well I’ll have to work on this gratitude thing more I suppose.” I said as I caressed his hand and gave it a warm squeeze. Our eyes met and locked on one another intently and I felt a certain warm stirring and growing inside of me.
“I’m more than willing to offer a few suggestions.” He grinned at me. “I’ll just bet you are.” I quipped back at him trying to keep things casual but I still felt the colour rising and beginning to stain my cheeks, which I knew would only strengthen his case that I was indeed attracted to him on a physical level. If he wasn’t such a great kisser and it didn’t feel so darn right in his arms this would all be so much easier. The truth of the manner was he was the sort of man that could make a woman completely lose control. Even though I was flustered I managed to get a fairly audible “So after I get the kitchen squared away what’s on the agenda?” I was trying madly to appear calm and rational while secretly I was thinking let’s do one of those dramatic movie scenes, swipe the dishes off the table with a single stroke of your arm and we’ll make love on the table top and I’ll show you I’ve got a few ideas on just how I’d like to thank you properly.
“Well I suppose I should saunter back to my place and have a shower, Get ready to head to the gallery to check on things. Will you be able to accompany me?” he asked casually as if he were totally oblivious to me teetering on the pinnacle of wanting to forever blur that line and show him even a small fraction of how he made me feel inside. “Uh, earth to Victoria. Do you think you’ll be able to come with me?” he asked once more. “Oh sorry, I guess I got a little lost in my thoughts for a bit. I’ll have to freshen up myself and ring Hinesh and see if we’re still on for lunch or not.” I was about to continue but Philip interrupted me. “Hinesh?” He asked looking rather puzzled with his brows knit together in consternation. “You’ve meant him before Philip.” I teased him. “You just know him under a different name is all, you met Sush last night.” “Ah yes the woman that looked like she’d cheerfully mop the floor with me face first?
I grinned. “Yep she’d be the very one I’m referring to. I know that you’re new to this world of drag queens’ but you’ve have to remember that drag mothers’ are fiercely protective of their drag daughters.” I noticed the somewhat befuddled look on his face so I offered an explanation before he inquired. “A drag mother is the one that takes you under their wing and teaches you the tricks of the trade so to speak about being a good drag queen.” “Sort of the grand dames of drag queen protocol who educate the up and coming ones in drag queens society if I understand you correctly.” He said mulling it over. “Exactly they are your sponsors and introduce as you put it to society as you put it.” I answered him. “Well it puts a whole new spin on the debutant balls I’ve ever attended, probably a lot more fun as well if last night’s show was any indication. You looked like you were having a great time up there until I threw you off your game. You really were doing a wonderful job of entertaining your audience.”
“No I was ‘fabulous darling”, you’re going to have to learn the lingo.” She chuckled at me. “Okay you were fabulous than is that better?” I asked her. “Yes, much better.” And she lifted my hand that she’d been holding and grazed it with a kiss. It was a simple gesture but it meant something to me and touched my heart. She was such a sweet and gentle woman. She stood up and started clearing the table. “You know you and Hinesh actually have some common ground. You’re both artists in your own right.” She said. “That’s true his is more performance art but it’s still a form of art. I’m actually a bit envious of both of you to tell you the truth. I’ve always secretly dreamed of performing on stage, even doing a bit of stand-up comedy myself.” I told her surprised at how easy it was to open up to her about long harboured dreams I’d had. Victoria just had this way of making you feel like she was some one that was…what was the word I was searching for here? Familiar that was it. Victoria made me feel like I’d always known her and that it was perfectly okay for me to open up to her and share everything with her.
“Have you ever tried acting or comedy at all before?” she asked as she began to run the water in the sink. “Not unless you count my third grade play. I had the lead in our play on dental hygiene. I played the part of Tommy Toothpaste. The toothpaste tube costume I had was so tight I couldn’t walk in it and had to hop across the stage to Tessie Toothbrush.” I had to smile at the memory of it all. “I bet you were very good at it too an academy worthy performance.” She said as she began washing dishes and placing them in the drain rack. “My parents applauded if that counts for anything and they took me and my sister out for ice cream when it was over to celebrate my debut into the world of acting.” I reminisced. “Do you have any pictures of you in the play?” She asked me. “No, but I think my Mom does, she was always big on taking pictures of anything we did as kids. My sister and I spent half our lives with black dots dancing before our eyes from all those flashbulbs going off constantly.” I told her.
“I think it’s a very sweet story and I appreciate it you sharing it with me. Maybe someday you’ll get the pictures from your Mom and show them to me. What I meant though when I said your both artists is that Hinesh is a fashion designer he custom designs all of his costumes.” She said as she got out a tea towel and began wiping dishes. “Are you sure you don’t want me to give you a hand?” I asked her before I continued. “No thanks, but I do appreciate you offering.” She responded as she quickly wiped dishes and whisked them back into their appropriate spots in the cupboard. “I had no idea that he was the creator of those outfits he had on last night. They really were art with their use of colours, fabrics and not mention some of those beaded designs. All hand done I’m guessing?” I said. “Indeed they were. He’s got talent as well as infinite patience.” She said hanging up the tea towel to dry.
As she came towards me all I could think was how much I wished I could simply take her in my arms and hold her close. Given half a chance I wanted to hold her for the rest of my life, as I was pretty certain that I was falling madly in love with this woman. I was being a bit of a coward of course because if I were completely honest with myself I’d be willing to admit that I was already in love with her and becoming more so with each moment we spent together. It was wonderful and incredibly terrifying to me all at the same time. It reminded me of the time I’d gone bungee jumping. I stood poised on the edge of the jump platform for what seemed like an eternity before I was able to take the plunge. When I did take it I felt my heart racing as it leapt into my throat. There was this all-consuming terror of plummeting towards the ground and certain death and then this exhilarating feeling of springing back upwards and soaring through the air once more. I was completely freaked out in one way but in another I was totally ready to take that leap.
She slipped into my lap and snuggled in and I welcomed her with open arms. I nuzzled her hair and inhaled her natural scent. I gently turned her face towards mine and softly kissed her lips. Her lips were soft and warm against mine and I revelled in the way they fit together so perfectly. There was a pureness and a degree of gentleness to the kisses we were exchanging and for now it was enough to fulfill and sustain me. “So,” I said gazing into those beautiful eyes of hers. “Do you want me to go while you give your friend a call and work out the details or shall I stay and wait for the verdict so we can better plan our day?” “Please stay.” She said it won’t take me all that long. She stood up and held out her hand which I took to mean I was going to be privy to at least her end of the conversation. I slipped my arm around her waist and we walked down the hall to the living room as hip to hip as we could manage despite the differences in our heights.
I settled onto the sofa and she slipped down beside me as she reached for the cordless phone on the end table. She punched in the digits and snuggled next to me as she waited for the call to be answered. “Hey Hinesh…Everything’s great..actually he’s still here…NO, I did not sleep with him.” Her voice rose empathically. “You of all people know me better than that.” She chastised him. “Look do you still want to do lunch today or not?...Okay, give me a sec and I’ll ask him.” “Would you like to have lunch with the two of us?” she asked me cradling the phone against her shoulder. To be honest I wasn’t quite sure I was ready for this but she gave me such a beseeching look that I didn’t have the heart to decline. “Sure.” I said casually. Hoping I came off sounding confident about it which I wasn’t at all. “Okay, back…He’s up for it…Okay we’ll meet you at Hemingway’s at noon…Great we’ll see you then, looking forward to it. Later, honey.” And with that she disconnected and placed the phone back on the end table.
“I’m really glad you’re coming, it means a lot to me, thank you Philip.” And with that she placed on hand on the back of my neck and drew my head down for one of those wonderfully warm kisses of hers. She smiled at me when it was over. “Now I suppose we should get dressed and ready to head off to the gallery if that’s okay with you.” “You mean I should go home and shower and get dressed. I’m sure you’ve got some lovely outfits but I fear they may be a little on the small side for me.” I grinned at her. “Goof.” She fired back at me and kissed me again but this time it was longer and with more depth to it. “Wow, now that’s what I call a kiss.” I muttered under my breath. “Glad you liked it. I don’t want you forgetting about me while you’re gone.” She purred seductively into my ear. “Somehow I don’t think forgetting about you is going to be an issue for me.” I assured her as I stroked her hair and gazed into her eyes. “If you’re worried about it though you could always come with me. I’ll even be a sport and let you be in charge of the soap.” She mulled it over for a minute. “It’s an extremely tempting offer but probably best for now if I don’t but I’ll meet you at your place in an hour, is that going to be enough time for you?”
“Some days I just can’t seem to catch a break.” I moaned in a mock protest of her decision but knew she really did have both our best interests at stake. “An hour’s ample. I’ll see you in an hour then.” I said rising to go. She got up as well and I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her towards me. “I’m getting pretty fond of you.” I intoned softly as I gazed into her eyes. “Ditto.” She responded and with that our lips met confirming that fondness we were both feeling.She walked me out to the front porch and neither of us could resist one last kiss before we parted company for the next short while, which I knew was going to feel like it was in reality an eternity to be apart from her. Bounding off down the front steps I had a decided spring in my step. I turned to wave good bye to her and she was there smiling waiting for me. She blew me a kiss and I felt a wide smile enveloping my face. I was busy grinning like a fool and waving back at her when I bumped into one of my neighbours, quite literally. I of course apologized profusely as I imagined they thought me a bit of a lunatic with the look I had etched across my face. I received a “Not a problem, no harm done.” And a look with a smile that seemed to say “Yep clearly a fool in love.”
Once I was back in my own place I bounded up the stairs ready for a shower and a shave and to get spruced up for my best girl. The hot water felt wonderful on my limbs that still felt somewhat compromised by my sleeping position of the previous evening. Even though I was a bit out of sorts physically I still wouldn’t have traded last night and having Victoria in my arms for anything in the world. As I lathered up I couldn’t help but think of the way she’d seemed torn earlier when I’d asked if she’d like to join me. It had been more in jest that I had asked her but there was also an underlying truth to me wanting her to join me. In my mind’s eye I could easily picture the water beading on her naked flesh and flowing off the natural shelf of her breasts in a most provocative waterfall. Her long hair wet and slicked against her shoulders and back, making her look incredibly sexy. If I inhaled I was sure I’d be able to catch the slightest hint f the scent that always seemed to cling hauntingly to her, causing me to draw nearer to her to investigate its source. To be able to actually feel her warm wet flesh beneath my fingers as I glided my hands over her as I committed the curves and swells of her body to memory. Brushing my lips over her slowly and sensually as I savoured the entire experience which I was sure would lead to a circuit overload of sensory bliss on my part.
Even with my eyes closed and being alone in the shower I was acutely aware of how readily my body was reacting to even the thought of it all. The throbbing stiffness between my thighs was aching for the day I’d be able to consummate my desires for her. Quickly finishing my shower before I drove myself crazy with thoughts of an amorous nature for Victoria, I rinsed off, and grabbed a towel to dry off. After a brisk toweling off I wrapped the towel around my waist. While the aching in my loins may be subsiding for the time being my heart was still yearning to be with her once more. Whistling a happy little tune of my own creation I shaved and brushed my teeth, taking a final look in the mirror to make sure not a trace of shaving cream or some unsightly glob of toothpaste remained. I was also pretty happy that I hadn’t nicked myself in the process of shaving as I didn’t want to risk showing up for my date with Victoria looking like I’d been maimed or worse yet have some stay bit of toilet tissue sticking to my face making me look like the revenge of the mummy. Satisfied everything was in order I gave myself a little shot of cologne and headed across the hall to my bedroom to get dressed.
I wanted to look sharp for her and also appear suave and confident as I was being scrutinized by our dining companion. It could be nerve wracking enough meeting the friends of your newly acquired girlfriend but this was a special case. First off we hadn’t exactly hit it off last night and secondly this whole element of the drag queen factor was freaking me out just a little. Sure I had a couple of acquaintances that were openly gay, that I had connected with through my business dealings but I wasn’t overly close friends with any of them. I was also well aware of the fact that Victoria had a fierce loyalty to her friends, whom she loved dearly and whom she had history with. She wasn’t the type person that would dump a friend solely so she could be in a relationship with me or anybody else for that matter, and I totally respected that about her. As far as I was concerned lunch could be chalked up to being a success if I didn’t end up putting my foot in my mouth.
Dressing with those things in mind I think I’d come up with something that would meet all the criteria I’d set out for myself, confident, professional and yet comfortable should I have to roll up my sleeves and do some manual labour at the gallery. Ready to face this next challenge in building on my relationship with Victoria I was finally ready to go. Filled with the exuberance of a teenager I even went so far as to slide down the banister, leaping off expertly and landing fleet footedly. After my dismount I realized I’d had an audience for my performance. There was Victoria peering at me through the window of the front door her hand poised to wrap on it and announce her arrival. She was grinning hugely at me now and I couldn’t help but grin back after having been caught in the act. I opened the door to her and bowed. “It was merely an attempt to entertain and amuse you my dear lady.” I informed her.
“A very impressive performance it was.” She congratulated me as she applauded. “The last time I tried that I was admonished by my mother to conduct myself like more of a lady and to grow up.” She told me. “What were you five at the time?” I asked. “No. I was considerably older than five. It was just last week and she’d come over to see how things were coming along with the renovations.” She confessed and we both had a hearty chuckle. I didn’t realize how intently I was looking at her until she spoke. “Is something wrong, is my lip gloss smudged or something.” “No, not at all I was merely thinking how beautiful your face is when you laugh. Your eyes sparkle and you just radiate this warm glow. It’s truly a most beautiful image and one I hope to capture one day.” I told her as I reached up and stroked her face and ran my finger along her jawline. “You are a rare beauty Victoria.” And with that I leaned down and kissed her softly.
A most delicate shade of pink coloured her cheeks now at the compliment and whether or not she believed it to be true in her own heart I could tell she was pleased that I at least thought of her in that manner. “Shall we go? I’m anxious to see some of your work.” I knew it was her way of deflecting further compliments from me and I didn’t wish to make her uncomfortable so I offered her my arm. “Indeed madam we shall. Would you prefer to walk or shall we take the car?” I inquired. “If have the time it would be a lovely day to walk.” She responded. “Well then, ladies choice and we’ll walk.” We exited the house and I locked up. I offered her my arm and we strolled off together. I was in my element with her next to me and I had to hold myself back from breaking into a dance of glee as we walked. Every time I was with her and even when I was apart from her I was more and more convinced that this was the woman for me and I would be endlessly happy if she would one day agree to be my constant companion.
As we walked we talked about everything and anything and laughed as if we had been cherished friends for years. The comfort level and familiar manner we shared so readily with each other just reaffirmed my belief she was perfect for me. Not one to be overly religiously inclined I still found myself silently praying that it would one day be a reality for the two of us. She pointed out places along the way that she thought I’d find of interest or be able to utilize perhaps. Her cheerful banter and wanting to be of help to me was endearing to me. Having set a fairly brisk pace for ourselves we were soon in the heart of Yorkville. “Welcome to what at one time was the equivalent to the Haight-Asbury District during the summer of love.” Grinning inwardly I had to wonder if we’d experience our own summer of love here in the months to come.
“Really and were you a part of that summer?” I asked her as I squeezed her arm in mine. “No.” She laughed. “It was a bit before my time to embrace that experience, but I’ve always felt a certain affinity towards that era.” And with that she reached up and released the clip that held her up swept hair and shook out her long mane of hair. “See hippie girl chic in the blink of an eye. Peace.” And she flashed me a hand gesture widely recognized as the representation of that sentiment. Not caring about what anyone else may have thought of a public display of affection on the bustling street in the centre of such a posh neighbourhood I embraced her and gave her a long slow deeply soulful kiss. When it was over I held her close and whispered in her ear. “Thought I’d share your enthusiasm and stage a love in for two.” She giggled and responded with “Groovy.” Despite the fact we were on the receiving end of some rather disgruntled stares and pointed comments from passersby.
“Come on, we’re almost there.” As I picked up her hand and continued navigating the way to the gallery. We soon found ourselves standing in front of the doors and I removed the key from my pocket and unlocked it. Holding the door open, “Apres vous, mademoiselle.” And she swept into the darkened room. The darkness was cool after being out in the sunshine, and the scent of the freshly painted walls greeted our nostrils. I flipped on the switch. “Voila.” I announced grandly, as the lights filled the room. I watched her face hoping to catch a heartfelt and honest reaction to my work. Standing momentarily frozen as though she herself was a statue carved in stone, I feared she thought I was nothing more than a talentless hack who only posed as an artist. “I’m in awe.” She said softly as her eyes began to take in the works. She began to move about the main room stopping to take in each and every piece of my work. From those mounted on the walls to the sculptures, arranged on pedestals, and tables draped artfully in cloth. “These are amazing.” Her voice soft but clear rang in my ears.
“So you like my work then?” I asked her just to ensure I wasn’t misreading her words or her body language. “Yes, I do very much. The vibrancy of the colours, the themes, the wide variety of techniques you’ve used, the various mediums. It’s… I don’t know how to describe it but the best I can come up with is that I feel I can experience the same energy and passions you put into their creation.” I strode up to her and slipped my arm around her waist. “Thank you. I’m humbled by your appraisal of my creations.” I told her. My heart soared secure in the knowledge that she actually appreciated the fruits of my labour and that she understood what I was trying to convey to those that saw them. “I’ll show you my studio area in the back.” I said as I guided her towards my inner sanctum. It was a bit of mess as I was still unpacking boxes of my art supplies, but it still had that feel of creativity flowing through it. “So this is where the magic happens is it?” she asked, as she walked gingerly about the room taking great care not to brush up against easels that had partially finished paintings on them or disturb any of my sketches that were strewn across my drawing boards.
She seemed particularly taken by one painting in particular. Her eyes were drawn back to it again and again as she tentatively explored the room. “It’s finished and dry now it just needs to be framed. Would you like to help me choose the frame and matting it for it? It’s one of the things I have to get done today. Things are pretty much in order for the grand opening that’s coming up thanks to my very talented staff. Two have moved here from Montreal with me and a couple others I’ve hired based on recommendations of a trusted friend and fellow artist. They usually take care of the matting and framing, but I still like to be hands on for some of the works I am especially attached to. This painting being one of the ones that I have a special affinity towards, so I should very much like to share the completion of it with you.” I told her. I took her to make a selection from the various mattings and frames I had available.
She had a natural talent of her own for making such decisions I soon learned. It turned out she had a critical eye and an innate feel for what worked and what didn’t to truly bring out the art and make it take on even more of a life of its own. I had taken off my jacket and rolled up my sleeves as I worked. Carefully cutting the mattes to the correct sizes, along with what would soon compose the frame to surround it. When it was finished I propped in on an empty easel and the two of us stood back to admire the completed work. “It’s magnificent.” The genuine awe in her voice and I knew she loved it as much as I did. “I’m glad you feel that way about it because it’s yours now.” Her mouth formed a perfect “O” and she began to protest. “Oh but I can’t accept it’s far too generous…”
“Oh, but you can and you shall accept it Victoria, I wouldn’t give it to you if I didn’t want to and I very much want you to have it, it’s clear to me that you are quite taken with it. Please, all I ask is that since I too am quite attached to it that you allow me visitation rights to it.” Her answer, to my requests was to fly into my arms and wrap her arms around my waist tightly. “Consider it done.” She told me as she snuggled against me. If this was the way she thanked a man I wanted to spend the rest of my life being thanked by her. Her soft warmth in my arms was more of a thank you than any man could ask for.
Apprehensive about spending time with Victoria’s dear friend who is fiercely protective of her, Philip still feels up to the task and joins them for their lunch date. Things go surprisingly well after the previous evenings confrontation between the two of them and an unspoken peace treaty is signed between the two men. After lunch Philip is immersed further into Victoria’s alternative world, with a trip to a chic erotica shop. Then its home to do some research for her advice column where Phillip even kicks up his heels learning some of her dance routines to the next nights show. It turns out to be a lot of fun and besides she’s just kidding about him about ever joining her on stage for a guest appearance in drag. She is just kidding...Right?
ACT VIII
It was astounding to me that Philip had decided to gift me with such a treasure as one of his beloved works of art. My mind was reeling with romantic thoughts that one day I might become his muse and inspiration for other pieces of art and I felt giddy at the prospect of that. Having him hold me so close in his arms I was also having some rather idealistic though perhaps cliché ideas about making love to my artist lover in some garret in Paris where we had gone to seek inspiration for his work. Other visions flashed through my head like working on a potter’s wheel shaping a lump of cold, grey clay which would lead to a scene between us that would put the one in the movie Ghost to shame, as it would pale in comparison to what would unfold between us. My thoughts were surging with creative ways to be intimate with Philip. Somehow I knew in my heart of hearts that we were indeed destined to become lovers, just as I knew it would be as idealistic as any of the scenarios I was creating in my mind. The energy from those thoughts was sweeping though my body and making me acutely aware of how much I desired this man that held me in his arms raining gentle kisses on the top of my head. My body was inflamed with passionate desires and I was dangerously close to becoming very unladylike.
My hands were caressing his back and one had strayed and was beginning to knead the firm flesh of his well-toned buttocks through his trousers. He responded by raising my head and lowering his own so that he could kiss me. It was the kiss of a man that knew exactly what he wanted and this woman wanted to give it to him without question or reserve. His hand traveled up my waist and cupped one of my breasts which he began to manipulate through the fabric of my blouse. I moaned softly as he did and our tongues danced together in unison. An unmistakable hardness was now beginning to press against me and I longed to explore it in every imaginable manner known and perhaps even a few that would be a new experience for both of us. Clinging tightly to Philip, kissing him deeply, wanting to make lo….
The strains of one of the ringtones on my mobile emitted from depths of my purse and I silently cursed it as our lips ceased their friendly frolicking. “I have a feeling you’d better answer that.” Philip mumbled at me between short staccato kisses which indicated he didn’t want me to answer it any more than I did. With great reluctance I found my purse and rummaged through it, found my phone and connected. “Victoria? Thank God is everything okay? I’ve been waiting nearly twenty minutes for you two.” The concerned voice of Hinesh sounded earnestly in my ears. “You’re not ill or anything, are you? It’s just that you’re always so punctual is all and if you are running a little behind you always ring up and let me know. It’s part of why I’m starting to freak out just a little over you being late. Did you and Mr. Wonderful get into some sort of a tiff?” He continued to gush on, the genuine level of concern he felt for me clearly evident.
“I’m sorry hon, everything is just fine. Philip and I just lost track of time while he was showing me his art gallery. I’ll explain later. Philip just has to lock up and we’ll be there in a jiff. See you soon, love you.” And I disconnected before he could manage to get another word in edgewise. I was touched by his motherly concern for me of course but this wasn’t the best of times for me to start spieling off exactly what Philip and I were potentially on the verge of either. “I take it we’re late. We’re late for a most important date?” Philip asked me as he stroked my hair and looked into my eyes.“Indeed we are and we mustn’t keep her majesty the Queen of Hearts waiting or I fear heads will roll.” I volleyed back my eyes shining with mirth as I watched Philip cringe ever so slightly. He clearly remembered his first encounter with Hinesh’s alter ego. “It’ll be fine. I promise.” I told him as I looked into his eyes. “We’re just doing lunch with an old friend of mine, nothing more nothing less.”
Philip gave me a final sweet lingering kiss. “I believe you.” He told me softly but his kiss spoke far louder than his words did about his belief in me. Philip set about turning off lights and getting ready to lock up the gallery while I gave myself a quick grooming so that nothing would appear amiss to Hinesh’s eagle like vision. He’d be quick to notice a strand of hair out of place or worse a coating of lipstick that had been smudged. After ensuring everything was in order, then locking the door firmly behind us Philip slipped his hand into mine, it felt as warm and comforting to me as those solar rays that were beaming down on us as we entered the street. As we swiftly navigated the crowded streets of Yorkville on our way to the restaurant, I felt as if I were on the ultimate natural high. The bombardment of energy I was experiencing was in no doubt due to the pheromones that were surging throughout every square inch of my being. The more time I spent with Philip, the more I reconciled myself to just who the victor was going to be in the battle between my head and my heart.
“So what are you smiling about?” I heard Philip ask me as I glanced up at him to see him smiling down at me in return. “Just, thinking.” I responded softly, suddenly feeling rather shy. He seemed to know what was on my mind as he squeezed my hand firmly in his “I like you too Victoria and in case you had any doubts it’s quite a lot as a matter of fact.” He told me as his eyes gazed down at me. My face flushed and I squirmed in delight. I squeezed his hand back just as tightly “That’s good to know.” I grinned back at him. It was on the tip of my tongue to want to say more to him but for now, it was enough for me to know that he too was definitely developing the same kind of feelings that I was. Philip ushered us into the foyer where we were greeted by the hostess on duty. After being pleasantly greeted and informing her that the rest of our party was waiting inside for us she guided us into the crowded dining room and over to an anxiously waiting Hinesh.
He rose to greet us and gave an appraising look and a hug. He took the opportunity to whisper in my ear “Girl I so know you were up to something and you are so going to tell me about it.” I flushed as he released his bear hug grip on me and he offered his hand to Philip in a gesture of courteousness. “Philip it’s nice to see you again.” He said as they shook hands. “Nice to see you as well, Hinesh.” Philip responded. Philip was a total gentleman as we took our seats, holding out my chair for me as I took my place at the table seated between the two of them. I have to admit I was a little apprehensive about all of this, after last night as I knew how fiercely protective Hinesh is with towards the people that he cares about. My fears turned out to be totally unfounded as both of them were both sensitive to how I might be feeling about all of this and were on their best behaviour as a result. The conversation was a bit stiff and formal on all of our parts initially but as food and drinks were ordered we all began to relax and enjoy ourselves. Philip very tactfully and skillfully engaged Hinesh in a conversation about the fact that they were both artists. The only differences being that they choose to use different mediums and outlets for the expression of their creativity. I was grateful to Philip for choosing a common ground we could all enjoy discussing. Hinesh warmed to the subject of art and design and by the time we had finished our desserts the two of them were bantering away like old chums. It warmed the cockles of my heart to see one of my dearest friends getting along so well with the man that I hoped to have in my life on a permanent basis.
Both men were obviously prepared to put last night behind them and start a fresh chapter on getting to know and respect each other. I was as pleased as punch over the fact, as the blending of old friends with new love interests can be a dauntingly nerve racking experience. The only quibbling that occurred the entire time we were together was over which one of us was going to pick up the tab for lunch. Each of us felt we should be the ones to do the honours and the victor was Hinesh who gave me a playful swat across my hand as I was reaching for it and so that Philip wouldn’t feel left out gave him one as well, which only served to leave the three of us laughing. Philip and I thanked him profoundly for his kindness and generosity of course, but he merely waved it off and reminded there would be other times where we could return the favour. As we walked out of the restaurant together we exchanged hugs just before we parted company. I was surprised when Philip accepted the hug from Hinesh, even though I noticed he tensed up noticeably. It was going to take time for him to get totally relaxed and accepting of everything he’d so recently been thrust into the heart of, and I understood that. Still it was touching how much effort he was putting into this and I knew it was genuine on his part.
Being a bit rushed for time Hinesh ducked into a cab waiting in front of the restaurant, rolled down the back window and was waving madly as the cab pulled away from the curb with a light hearted “ Bye bye you two lovebirds. I’ll see you two tomorrow night at the club.” It was meant as an innocent comment on his part, but I found myself turning beet red as a result of it. Philip however didn’t seem to the least bit flustered by it and perhaps the remark hadn’t even reached his ears due to passing traffic on the busy street. “So what’s next? Is there anything pressing that you needed to do today?” He inquired. “I was going to stop at Lovecraft and pick up a copy of a book that they special ordered for me. I need it for research for…”and my voice suddenly trailed off as I imagine how this was all going to sound to Philip. If my face hadn’t already been flushed from Hinesh’s comment just moments earlier it most certainly would have turned crimson now.
“Lovecraft?” Philip inquired a twinkle in his eye. “Sounds like a rather interesting place. So why don’t you enlighten me as we head over there. That is if you want company.” Part of me very much wanted him to accompany me as I didn’t want to be parted from him any more than I had to be but at the same token I was flustered about having to explain why I was ordering books from one of the oldest and best known erotica shops in the city. What on earth was Philip going to think of me now, I brooded silently. Philip took my arm and we wended our way to our destination. I felt a bit sheepish about our intended stop and was far less animated with him than I normally would have been. Would he be thinking I was trying to push for some kind of more intense physical intimacy with him and thus having Philip brand me as some sort of immoral fast sort of woman? How do I manage to constantly get myself into all these scrapes with him? I fretted. Well as we like to say in the entertainment industry, “It’s show time.” I told myself as we arrived. Somehow I must have managed to say it out loud. “It’s show time?” Philip parroted back to me only now he formed it as a question rather than a statement of fact.
“Thinking about tomorrow night’s routines was all.” I mumbled at him. “Okay.” He responded sounding just a tad dubious of my answer but still willing to accept it for the time being. Squaring my shoulders I grabbed Philips hand firmly as we mounted the step to the front door. He pulled it open and I glided in as he did so with him entering directly behind me. The shop was bright and clean as it always was and there were several customers milling about some clearly more comfortable than others were in their current surroundings. Normally I would have felt comfortable here as it was warm and friendly and not the least bit seedy as so many of these sorts of shops tended to be. The ones that I would pass while walking along certain streets of the city would positively make me cringe and I’d never dream of darkening their doors. I had no intentions of looking around today. This was going to be a strictly in and out transaction if you’ll pardon the pun, considering my surroundings. One of the sales clerks approached us and unfortunately for me it was one that I dealt with several times in the past and who was one of those wretched creatures that possessed an amazing memory recall.
“Hi Victoria, how nice to see you, I’ve got that book for you in the back room. Just give me a moment while I pop back and get it for you.” “Thanks Melanie.” I responded. “Not a problem I’ll be back in a jiff, feel free to look around while you wait. We’ve got a great sale on bustiers, brassieres, and boas on if you need some new pieces to wear for your shows.” With that she spun on her heel and took off on her appointed task. “On a first name basis with the staff here are you?” Philip teased me softly seeing I was clearly flustered being in these surroundings with him. “Yes.” I responded to him evenly. “I’ve shopped here on several occasions buying things to wear for my performances as well as picking up books for research on the column that I write.” “Well shall we take a quick look about seeing as how we’re here and have to wait?” He inquired politely. “Sure, why not I shrugged.” Was the answer I gave him but I was secretly thinking I’d rather run with the bulls in Pamplona, it’s probably far safer than browsing at lingerie with a man that you’re majorly attracted to and very much want to be intimate with.
Outwardly I may have appeared as cool as a cucumber about being in an establishment such as this, not to mention being with a woman that I was incredibly attracted to and would do anything necessary to be intimate with her even making the commitment of marriage if that’s what it was going to take to be with her. Inwardly however I was nothing but a massive bundle of nerves which I felt positive that at least fifty percent of them were in a liquid state. “What do you think of these?” I heard Victoria inquire as she turned to me with a pair of gloves in her hand. “Gloves,” I thought to myself. “We’re in a shop like this and she’s checking out gloves, bless her heart.” I thought. She must know I’m on edge and trying to give me an easy out here. “They’re very nice silk, I believe?” was my audible response to her as I fingered the fabric. “Yes I thought these would be a nice addition to my wardrobe when I do some of my cabaret numbers. She rolled up the sleeves of her blouse and slipped her hands into them and pulled them up to her elbows. She did a little jazz hands motion with her hands and did a little “Ta da.”
“You’re always the consummate performer, under any conditions.” I grinned at her and applauded her little mini performance. She just grinned back, did a few little dance steps grabbed a boa from a display caught me around the neck with it did a little shimmy before she broke into uncontrollable fits of giggles. “Now that’s entertainment.” I heard someone behind us say and realized our antics had caused us to become the centre of attention. We were saved from further reviews and requests for encore performances by other customers in the shop by the arrival of Melanie. “Here it is Victoria. We don’t get a lot of requests for this one, but I hope it’s going to be helpful to you.” “Thanks I’m sure that it will be.” Victoria answered her. “Shall I ring that up for you or did you want to look around a bit more?” Melanie inquired politely.
Glancing down at the gloves still on her hands and the boa around my neck she answered rather meekly. “I guess we’ll browse for a bit.” It struck me how easily we could both get caught up in a moment and feel the chemistry that continued to grow between us and still have that innocence of two teenagers on a first date which left us bashful and blushing. It only caused her to endear herself even further to me. She was as confident and free as a bird in flight one minute and in the next instant would show me her vulnerabilities and wasn’t ashamed to show me either side of her. It was the confident strong woman that I desired to make love to with a ferocious passion that would leave her sated but still wanting more to come back for more, time and time again. The innocent and vulnerable side of her made me want to protect her, to cradle her in my arms and kiss her tenderly as we made love slowly and gently. To me she represented the best of both worlds. She was the ideal woman.
“You know that pink boa suits you, maybe you should consider joining me on stage sometime.” She smiled up at me. “Not on your life.” I protested. “What happened to Tommy Toothpaste and his career on stage?” She teased me. “I gave Tommy the brush off.” I joked back. She rolled her eyes and groaned at me, “Very cute.” “Would you be referring to me or to my response?” I asked her quickly in return. “Both” she responded as she stretched up on her tiptoes and gave me a peck on the cheek. The kiss left me with a warm feeling wafting throughout and a smile spreading across my lips. “So is that a yea or nay on the boa?” She asked as casually as if we were shopping for groceries together and had asked if I wanted to purchase smooth or chunky peanut butter. “Are you asking about buying it for you or for me is my first concern?” I teased her.
“Hmmmm” she murmured with her index finger poised on her lips, with a questioning little pout on them, as she mulled her response over. “Both.” She answered with a cheeky little twinkle in her eyes. “In that case I vote yes.” As I took the boa off my own neck and placed it around her and pulled her close, before leaning down and kissing her gently. “Now I think we’d better take these things to the register and carry on with our day.” It was the only response that I got from her, which was fine as I really wasn’t expecting a declaration of her love for me, though I grew closer all the time to professing mine for her. “So what’s the title of the book and what’s so special about it?” I asked as we headed towards the register with your purchases in hand. She handed it over to me and I scanned the title Plants of Love: Aphrodisiacs in Myth, History, and the Present. “That’s a rather interesting title.” I observed.
“It’s an exploration of the science and symbolism of aphrodisiacs throughout history. I’ve gotten several questions in the column that I write asking about natural substances that will potentially enhance intimacy with their partners. So after some research on the internet I came across this title and was in here one day, happened to be browsing in the book section and decided to see if they happened to have a copy in stock. They didn’t but graciously ordered it for me.” She said as she signed the receipt from her credit card purchase with a flourish. “Thanks again Melanie.” She said to the salesclerk as she picked up her little black bag of purchases with a distinctive logo featuring a bright red apple with an equally red lipstick print for its leaves emblazoned on the bag.
We soon exited shop and were back on the street where we had decided to start making our way towards home. It was a relief to me actually as I had gotten an eyeful of some of the other items that were on display and I have to admit that it got my blood racing to think of her modelling those outfits for me. Modelling them for me was as far as I’d allow myself to go or I figured I’d become completely unglued at the thought of removing them from her. A healthy red blooded man like me could only take so much before I’d find myself yearning to help her out of them and unwarp her like the gift I considered her to be and who could blame me for that?
As her bag filled with her purchases swung jauntily in one hand, the other one was firmly planted on my forearm where she had placed it after linking her arm through my arm I was one happy fellow to be escorting a lady such as Victoria. We talked as we walked of course and it was wonderful to learn more about her. It was more and more evident to me that she was the right woman for me. She was bright and inquisitive, had a love for life that equalled my own zeal for it, not to mention the fact that I was beginning to worship her heart body and soul. Victoria was perfect in my eyes. Neither of us seemed to question the fact we’d be spending the rest of the day together when we arrived on our street. We just naturally gravitated towards Victoria’s home. We slipped our shoes off in the entry way and proceeded to the kitchen to grab some cold drinks before we retired to the living room together. “So now that we’re home, what’s next?” I asked as I nuzzled her neck gently as we sat snuggled together on the sofa. “I suppose I should be a responsible adult and do some reading and start working on my column for next week, that or do some rehearsal for tomorrows night show.” She answered me not sounding overly keen on either of those options.
“Would it make it any better or worse for you if I offered to help with either of those in any way that I could or should I just leave you alone so you can get on with it?” I asked her. She brightened up considerably at my offer and got a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Well, you could help with the research for the column by skimming over some of the reputed aphrodisiacs and we could sample them at dinner over the next couple nights and see what the result…” Her voice dropped off as she seemed to realize the implications of them truly being actual enhancers of love might have on the two of us. “In the name of research I’d be delighted to.” I said and kissed the tip of her nose, once again trying to save her feeling the least bit pressured for us to take things between us to another level. “That would be amazing. Thank you so much.” She enthused throwing her arms around me and hugging me tight. “Are you sure you don’t mind? I’m not going to be keeping you from anything pressing that you should be doing am I?” she asked me anxiously. “No, its fine I assure you I want to help. We’re a team right? People in relationships are there for each other and support one another no matter what it is.” I assured her as I hugged her back with equal fervor. “Will it bother you if I practice my dance routines while you’re reading and making a list of things for us to experiment with?”
“The music won’t bother me at one little bit, however my desire to keep my eyes on you and not the book will be an issue for me.” I smiled at her. “Oh” was all she said as she smiled over that fact. “In that case would you like to read in the study or perhaps stretch out on the bed in my room if you’d prefer. I just want you to be comfortable.” Ideally I would have loved to have stretched out on her bed and get relaxed with the book as I so often did in my own bed. Realistically though I knew being in her room and lying in her bed, would only lead me to thinking thoughts of what would happen if she were lying next to me in that bed. “I think I’d better read in the study. The light in there is fantastic for it and I won’t run the risk of dozing off as I might if I stretch out on the bed. Besides there’s notepads and what not in there for me to write things down on.” I told her. I was trying to sound logical and practical about all of this. My heart however was screaming “Tell her you love her, tell her you want to be as close as humanly possible with her and have your souls unite as one. Then show her that you mean it as well and keep showing her.” “I suppose you’re right about that.” She answered me almost sounding disappointed about my choice of reading venue.
“Now let’s get on with things because I’ll be starving again before you know it.” I grinned at her. I gave her a gentle lingering kiss on the lips before I rose and picked the book up where it lay on the coffee table. “Okay I’m off.” “Have fun with your dance practice.” I called over my shoulder on my way out door to the study. The study really was perfect for reading in as we’d done a great job of setting it up. Making myself comfortable at her desk, I settled down with the book propped up on the top of it. With a notepad and pen close at hand to jot down any points of interest that I came across, I was ready to get to work. I immersed myself in my project reading the introduction fully and then skimming over the chapters that seemed they’d be of the most benefit to her. Some of the information I’d read wasn’t really anything new to me while others I found truly astonishing. I rapidly scribbled down notations and hoped she’d be able to read my penmanship. It was easy to lose myself in the book and I was barely aware of the music playing in the next room. As the light began to fade in the room I finally closed the book and stretched my arms over my head. Now it was time to go take a peak on Victoria and see how she was coming along with her rehearsal.
Lounging against the door with my arms folded across my chest I watched as she animatedly went through her routines. Her back was too me, so she was oblivious to my presence. I loved watching her, as she danced, the way her hand gestures and body flowed together in unison as she moved. She spun around quickly and finally caught site of me which brought a radiant smile to her face. “Hi.” She gasped her face pink with the exertions of her efforts as she whisked a stray stand of her hair off her face. Applauding her efforts I walked towards her calling “Encore, encore.” and whistling appreciatively. “Only if you dance with me, then you can have your encore routine.” She replied with a sly little smile.
“If we’re talking a slow romantic dance I’m totally game otherwise, my dancing skills leave something to be desired I’m sorry to inform you.” “Oh give me a break, if I can do it you can as well.” She said as she rescued the CD in the player and grabbed me by the hand. The next thing I knew she was indeed coaching me through the moves of her routines. “That’s it one, two, three and hip thrust, back one two and side, step, side step…” By the time she was through putting me through my paces I was ready to collapse. She made it seem so effortless but there clearly was a great deal of work that went into perfecting her craft, and it was exhausting me. I finally dropped on to the sofa, protesting. “Enough, sweetheart, I can’t take any more.” She merely laughed and stuck her tongue out at me. I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her into my lap. “I can barely keep up to you in my sock feet, how on earth do you manage to do this on those spiked heels or yours?” “Practice, practice, and more practice.” She laughed before she kissed me.
To me this was the perfect day and it just kept getting better. I’d had the pleasure of waking up with the woman of my dreams nestled by my side and she was fast becoming a permanent part of my reality. As far as I was concerned things were going to just keep getting better, even if it meant I was going to have to learn to dance. I’d draw the line at ever getting up on stage with her and doing it but here in the privacy of the house just the two of us I was fine with it. Besides I was pretty confident me performing publicly was never going to become an issue between us. Right now I was looking forward to sharing an evening sampling some of those aphrodisiacs I’d been researching for her and finding out just how much of an effect they would have on our libidos. No matter if they did enhance our desire for each other there was still not going to be any pressure to go any further than we were comfortable with. There was a level of trust and respect being built between us and I wasn’t going to do anything to ruin that, even if it meant going home to a cold shower and an endless night of tossing and turning. This was a woman of distinction and she was timeless to me. She brought out something in me that made me want to be a better person, one that was going to be worthy of her.
“So going to do a special guest number with me at tomorrow night’s show?” I heard her asking me. I snorted at the very thought of me up on stage performing beside her side. “Absolutely not, I fully plan on leaving the performing up to you my dear. Besides I’d feel positively naked in a place like that without my tiara and unfortunately it’s in my safety deposit box at the bank.” I joked. “Pity, about that as I’m sure that the sparkle of it really brings out your eyes. Also I bet that your Mom would love some new photos of you on stage.” She shot back at me before joining me in a hearty laugh.
To be continued...