It was Friday evening, and Paul strutted into his favorite gay bar, The Purple Knight, moving easily in his red high-heeled pumps. He had no trouble walking in them, because he had gotten used to those shoes or others like them over the last few years. During week days, he wore what was called "office casual" at his job on the order desk of a high-tech manufacturer. On weekends he let his true nature take over, carefully applying makeup and attiring his slender body in provocative women's outer clothing and sleazy lingerie from Frederick's of Hollywood, including a well-padded bra.
He expected to find some sexual companionship at The Knight, either a gay man or a straight one, who would appreciate the virtues of his mouth or his smooth, round ass. He had never had much body hair anyhow, and that Friday night before going out, he had carefully shaved himself there. Paul actually preferred horny straight men, which is why he liked going out in drag and being as feminine as he could. He knew this could be dangerous, which is one reason for choosing The Purple Knight. The owners knew what their patrons wanted, and they helped them get it as safely as possible.
As was usual on Friday nights, the tavern was busy, and Paul greeted friends and previous sex partners as he approached the bar. They all responded to him, greeting him as "Pauletta," a name he preferred using while in drag. After taking one of the few bar stools available, he ordered a small glass of white wine, as was his wont, because he liked the taste of the drink and he knew drinking lightly would help him enjoy the sexual adventure he expected to have that night.
He looked first at the man to his right, a tall, young black man in a blue and white plaid sports coat. To Pauletta, he seemed to be a suitable partner, so he "accidently" brushed against his arm while raising his drink. The young man glanced at his neighbor, turned away and moved slightly to the right, tacitly expressing his lack of interest, at least at that time. The silent rejection did not bother Paul; he was used to it, and turned his thoughts to the man on his other side, making an initial contact the same way.
He had better luck there. The man on his left was white and about thirty years old, and he turned to face the newcomer, who happened to be exactly what he was looking for that evening. "Hi," he greeted him while offering his hand to shake. "My name's Brendan."
"Hi, Brendan. My name is Pauletta. What are you drinking?"
"Beer." Brendan held up his bottle of imported beer.
"Oooo, I like guys who drink beer. It's such a manly thing." Paul signaled to the bartender for another glass of wine for himself and a bottle of beer for his new friend. He paid for them when they arrived and turned back to Brendan, who was patting him on his shapely ass.
"Oh, you're so fresh," he giggled with a big smile on his lipsticked mouth. Paul leaned against the bar and raised himself so he could pull his mini-skirt out from under himself, giving the other man's hand better access to his ass. "I like guys who are fresh and know what they want."
Brendan knew what he wanted alright, and he slipped his right hand under Pauletta's skirt to fondle his curvy ass in the silky panties, even running a finger down the cleft. He was fully aware his companion was a gay man in drag, and that was exactly his reason for coming into the bar that evening. Brendan, although that was not his real name, was horny and preferred a quick and sure fuck of a gay man to trying to pick up and seduce a woman and very likely being shot down. He moved his bar stool closer to his intended sex partner and his hand boldly continued its exploration of what he thought of as a very sexy ass, even if the owner was not a woman.
"Sweetie, I have to go to the little boys' room. Would you like to join me there?" Pauletta affectionately brushed the hand away from his ass and stood up. After draining the last of his glass of wine, he picked up his purse. He hoped and expected to be gone quite a while.
"Sure." Brendan also finished off his drink, left the empty bottle and glass on the bar and stood up.
