Page 8 of This Time Around

“Peach! Peach! Peach!”

“Quit teasing and give them what they want,” Tony told me.

I blew Tony one last kiss and stepped onto the stage. The regulars went wild, and the newcomers seemed to be wowed too. “Hello, my darlings,” I said, sauntering to the middle of the stage to take my place. “Have you missed me, lovers?” I turned to the side and ran my hand over the curve of my ass. “Or did you miss my perfect peach?”

“Yes!” they roared.

“I missed you too, lovers,” I told the crowd. My nervousness was replaced by excitement and something else, an awareness that I only got when a certain someone was near.Andy.With the way the lights hit the stage, it was impossible for me to see into the crowd. I only saw dark silhouettes. I had every intention of going down and working the audience when I came out from behind the curtain, but I was having second thoughts.

I shook it off because it was highly unlikely that Andy Mason was sitting amongst my admirers. Of course, I didn’t know jack shit about Andy, other than how good his dick still made me feel. I had no clue what he was into after so many years apart. These fellas wanted to celebrate their big event with a dedicated performance from a queen, so I’d give them a night to remember.

The big band, jazzy music began to play, and I forgot to even think about Andy. I sashayed off the stage singing my revised version of the song, playing to my audience. I stopped at the table for the bachelor party and waved coyly to the grooms.

“Hellooooo, Daddy,” I said after the first verse, running my gloved fingers under his chin. I looked to the much younger groom sitting beside him. “You’re such a lucky boy.”

“That I am, Madame Peach.”

I went on to the second verse singing my heart out, making the lyrics as tawdry and dirty as I could. I knew I did well when the audience was laughing and cheering me on. One particular groomsman looked like he wanted to get to know me really well. He brazenly put his hand against my calf and ran his hand up to just above the back of my knee. It had been a month since I’d last had someone else’s hands on my body, and I couldn’t help getting a little excited. The man was gorgeous and big, just how I liked them. His warm brown eyes promised me a night I’d never forget, but regrettably, I had to keep it moving.

“Unless you’re going to stuff a ten spot in my stocking, you might want to remove your hand, darling,” I purred.

The hot guy licked his lips playfully and held up a ten-dollar bill. Some men couldn’t get past the feminine clothing and were uncomfortable while others easily dismissed the clothing in favor of the fine legs and tight ass beneath it. My brown-eyed admirer had no problem looking beyond the sequined gown. I knew what he was thinking when his eyes drifted down and lingered on my ass.

“Well, okay then,” I said sassily, straddling his thigh so he could have access to the lacy, band of my stocking. As I sang the chorus, he boldly traced the smooth skin of my inner thigh, and I allowed the insanity for a few seconds. Loyalty to Andy wasn’t on my mind right then but getting an erection when my dick was taped against my taint and ass crack would be painful. I playfully slapped his hand and sauntered away to spend time with the rest of the party.

When I rounded the grooms’ table a second time, I glanced over at the group next to them and locked gazes with familiar light-blue eyes. My heart stuttered for a second as Andy checked me out from my stilettos to my blonde wig. Did he recognize me in drag? I was sure no one had told him about this part of my life. I recognized the heat lighting his eyes from within. Andy might not have recognized me, but his body sure as hell did.

I forced my attention away from him and back to the happy couple who grinned and ate up the attention that I and their friends showered upon them. It was obvious to see how much they loved one another when they stared into each other’s eyes. It was hard not to get jealous that they’d found their other half while I would most likely become an old, loveless queen.

When the song ended, I kissed both grooms on their cheeks and said breathily, “I wish you many, many years of happiness, gentlemen. May you cling to one another duringhardtimes and may all yourups and downsbe in the bedroom, bathroom, living room, or wherever your hearts desire. Best of luck!” I blew them air kisses then moved to stand beside their table, careful not to look in Andy’s direction. I usually liked to flirt with as many guys as possible to maximize my tips, but I wanted to avoid his small gathering as best I could.

“I’ll be back a little later for another special performance, lovers,” I said to the crowd. “Be sure to stick around.”

I sauntered my ass back up the steps with the spotlight following my every move. “Peach! Peach! Peach!” the audience chanted as I made my way to the red velvet curtain.

I felt the intensity of Andy’s gaze on me too. Did he know it was me? Was our brief glance long enough for him to recognize my eyes? He wouldn’t show up at Queen City Divas expecting to see me, so it wasn’t likely. I was nervous as fuck while waiting for my next performance. Maybe he’d be gone. Maybe he’d jump out of his seat and confront me. Maybe he’d bend me over his table and… Nope! Andy Mason wasn’t the guy for me.

And what about the guys he was with? I didn’t recognize any of them, so how did he meet them? Which one of them did he bury his dick inside every Wednesday? It was the last thought that sent me running for the toilet. I hadn’t eaten much, but whatever I had consumed was rejected when I thought about Andy with someone else. I knew that neither of us were abstinent during our twelve years of separation, but I wasn’t prepared to come face-to-face with his lover yet.

I brushed my teeth, reapplied my lipstick, and put on my second Marilyn dress of the night. My pulse hammered in my throat while I stood beside Tony, once more waiting for my name to be announced. The second time around, the crowd was even more eager for me. When I walked out from behind the curtain, a guy was sitting in a chair at center stage. I figured he must be the birthday boy.

“Well, well, well,” I said, sauntering up behind him. “What do we have here? A delectable treat for Peach?” I rounded the chair and looked into the eyes of the man who’d sat so close to Andy. Was this him? Wednesday Fuck Guy? Was he the one Andy turned to now? Yeah, I was insanely jealous, and I vowed not to be the only one. He was a sexy guy for sure, and it wouldn’t be a hardship to grind up against him for the length of a song. “Are you ready for your one-of-a-kind birthday song, sexy?”

The man squirmed a little in his chair, but he smiled and nodded his head. I stood in front of him blocking his view of the crowd, which might’ve seemed odd until the small fan hidden in the stage floor blew my skirt up. I struck the iconic Marilyn pose, hiding my crotch from the audience while the birthday boy got an eyeful of my tight ass in silky, white panties. He must’ve liked what he saw because he literally howled his approval to the delight of the audience. Jim had changed up the stage lighting, which made it possible for me to see the faces in the crowd. I only allowed myself a brief look into Andy’s eyes. He wore a crooked grin on his face but didn’t look jealous.Yet.

I rocked my hips from side to side, allowing the birthday boy to see the play of muscle in my ass and legs. That’s right, get your eyeful. I looked over my shoulder at him and bit my lower lip seductively. “Ready, big boy?”

Like the first song, I modified the words because I obviously wasn’t singing to the president. I sang it as breathily as I could while straddling his parted thighs. Toward the end, I spun around and pressed my ass to his crotch, grinning when I felt his arousal. Yeah, the birthday boy wanted to split my peach all right, but I was a lady.

When I finished, he looked dazed and a little confused about where he was or even the current year. I kissed his cheek and whispered happy birthday in his ear before I strutted my stuff off the stage. I hung around backstage until the rest of the show was over. We all went out for a bite to eat while reliving some of our fondest performances for the newest queens.

It was well past two in the morning when I stopped for gas as soon as I pulled off the interstate. I was too pissed at myself for not thinking to get gas earlier to notice the truck that pulled in behind me. A flamboyantly gay man couldn’t afford to get lost in his thoughts when he was all alone at a truck stop in the middle of nowhere.

“What are you doing out so late?” asked a familiar voice.

I stiffened in shock before I whipped my head around to look at Andy, who leaned against the side of his truck. “Probably the same thing you’re doing,” I said suggestively. Andy scowled as he thought it over. Score one for the home team. I was so happy when the gas pump clicked off. I replaced the nozzle and took my receipt. “See you around, Andy.” I didn’t wait for him to respond. I got in my car and drove off.

That night, I dreamed that Andy was the one sitting in the chair getting a special song and dance from me. He wanted to ravish me on the stage in front of everyone, but I led him to the dressing room that was miraculously empty. Instead of rough and physical, Andy loved me slow and tender. Whispering words of love. Unfortunately, it wasn’t my name he called out when he spilled inside me.