Backstage, Lola rushed into the single dressing room and started taking off her stage makeup and applying street stuff. She was stunning. A diaphanous, see-through white floaty top plunged from shoestring straps to just skim the top of her nipples. On her lower half she pulled on a pair of torn jeans about 2 sizes too small. They barley covered her pubic bone in front.
A knock at the door. A poofy, effeminate queen stood there, all thick lips and eye makeup, wearing high heels. He asked for Lola, and she came over, brushed past me and gave him a huge tongue lungeing kiss, right on the mouth!
"My god! Don't tell me she's a faghag!". The thought skittered across my brain, then she actually touched me for the first time, placing her hand on my arm.
"My cousin Jethro" she introduced him.
Aaaaaaaaah, so the little flirty lemon comes from a family of queerist tendencies!
"Hey, Jethro! Great to see you – come along to the party!" I greeted him.
Which he did, mincing his way along the street in his heels like some high school prom queen. He was gorgeous, and fit right in with the Little Theatre crowd.
Party. Party. Party. A couple of speeches, congratulations all round, raving success. Lola stuck to champagne, I had a few beers. I saw Jethro disappear into one of the booths with the Big Bear Stage Manager. Another match made in heaven.
Party noise. Clinking glasses, happy chat, music, dancing, oh, now sloooooow dancing, couples making out everywhere, Lola chat chat chat with everyone else, me making superficial talk with the other embers of the theatre, conscious all the while of her every move.
Eventually Reggie said "I have a special announcement. There's been a request for Sammie and Lola to perform the final scene, and improvise an ending that would-take-place after the curtain has dropped!"
Ah, so this is it. I've always liked impro, and had been entertaining fantasies of what I'd do with Lola as my final thought before falling asleep and at first consciousness. Reggie knows I'm great at impro – after all I'd played many a scene with some of the babes she had brought for me to play with!
Well, long story short, and I don't want to keep you in suspense much longer.
"I want that great big strap-on girlcock banging me in my CUNT!"
Lola got to the final line, and performed it with more passion, more commitment than even on stage tonight.
And right then, from right in front of us appeared Jethro, pushing forward this great big pit-bull dyke, one of the meanest looking butches I had EVER seen….a trucker type, all tattoos and piercings and swinging tits down round her belly, clearly visible through her blue singlet vest, with the gaping armholes exposing the bushy underarms. A fucking stereotypical bad butch that shock-jocks like to portray all lesbians as.
She scoops up luscious Lola, plants one on her and whispers in the most seductive, honey-toned voice I've ever heard:"Babe, they've just passed the law in Canada. C'mon, into the rig, we're going to the chapel, and we're gonna get married!"
