Way back, when I was still in high school, trying to figure it out, Fred's Place re-invented itself. Now the basement bar in the old downtown is a trendy gay bar. On weekends straights come to mix with us queers.
That's where I met Vicki and Allison. Vicki describes them as a couple of old dykes. Every February when we're all suffering from the winter blahs they have a small dinner party. This is the first year I've been invited.
You Are Cordially Invited
February 17
To the home of Victoria Crawford and Allison Drew
Cocktails at 6, Dinner at 8
Dress: Scandalous Sexy Summer
RSVP
"You understand," said Allison when she handed me the invitation, "that you must wear something absolutely inappropriate and sexy to our party."
I brush my nape of the neck length light brown hair. Instead of the little gold ring earrings I wear at work I hang the long rhinestone pendulums, and the matching three row necklace for jewelry.
No top. Pink satin and lace panties over my very mini wide pleat pink velvet skirt. On my feet are my red leather basket weave four inch spikes.
One last touch up of my slut pink lip gloss. Matching nails. If that doesn't say 'sexy slutty queer' nothing does. Right?
I grab my big white faux fur bag after slipping into my full length mink, go down and hail a cab.
I show my invitation to the doorman, who directs me to the elevator on the right.
"Sweetheart, you made it! Just in time for drinks. Let the maid take your beautiful coat."
It's the old style with vertical pelts and a wide band of horizontal pelts around the collar and cuffs. I found it at a consignment store. I pull my pink faux fur wedding stole from my bag and hand the bag to the maid.
The door bell rings.
"Go on through darling, you know everyone." Vicki opens the door, "Darlings, come in out of the cold!"
There's Jayson and Greg over by the bar. Greg and I have been friends for ages. Friends with privileges before he and Jayson hooked up. They're wearing matching satin bicycle jerseys with wide vertical red and white stripes, snug blue riding shorts with tantalizing bulges at the crotch, and red runners.
Greg sees me first. "Alex! Don't you look yummy. Love the stole!"
"And how are you two hunks tonight?"
"You tell him."
"No, go ahead. You tell him."
They both hold out their hand to show me their diamond engagement rings.
"WOW! This is epic! Congratulations." I open my arms and we hug and kiss.
Carrie and Megs show up and come over. "Hey? Whats all this hugging? Can we get in on it?"
Carrie is wearing a bikini bottom and a diaphanous pink long sleeve top. Megs a yellow polka dot sundress. The boys show off their rings. More hugs and kisses, then we get drinks from the bar.
Vicki comes over wearing a way too small little black dress that's wonderfully inappropriate for her early sixties (?) age. Her plump jiggly boobs are almost falling out. The spaghetti straps the only things preventing their escape. She has a tall blond Nordic looking hunk in tow. He's wearing a very European banana sling style beige swimsuit under an open red shorty silk robe. On his feet are red flip flops.
"Everyone, this is Wolfgang. He just moved here a few months ago." She then introduced us.
"Pleased to meet you. Please call me 'Wolf'."
His short hair has some silver threads in it. The laugh wrinkles around his eyes add to his good looks. He overcomes his shyness as we welcome him into our conversation. His eyes are a startling ice blue.
"Everyone is here now." Allison escorts Derek and Kamal over to the bar.
Derek, on platform sole woven bamboo sandals, a puff sleeve powder blue top and red, red, hot pants is definitely the girlfriend in the relationship.
Kamal is a good half foot taller and way more solid than Derek. He's wearing an unbuttoned white short sleeve shirt, tan knee length cargo shorts, and white sockless tennis shoes. I have it on good authority he lives up to the stereotype of black men all having enormous cocks. Lucky Derek!
Allison's slim red and white, wide vertical striped one piece swim suit suits her athletic body. I'm pretty sure she's at least ten years younger than Vicki.
Well, my Mama didn't raise no dummies. Being as Wolf and I are the only singles here, I suspect this is a setup. Hey, I've been going without for too long, so I'm all in with setup.
Lia, their maid, appears in a very sexy French maid dress and extreme spikes to announce dinner. I don't know what Vicki whispers to her as we pass, but she blushes as red as her hair.
