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Tamsin moved the brush across her mascara. A light flick of her hand and that was that.
She smiled. Juliet had finished applying her lippy as she scrunched her lips together and replaced the cap on the lipstick, shoving it into her bag.
“Over twenty of us there tonight for that charity do.” Is Goldilocks going?”
Juliet started laughing. “Bumped into Bridge earlier. Muttered something about them turning up.
Luckily minus the three bears lol! “
“I hear she had problems with one of the seven dwarfs taking a liking to her.
His favorite line was. ‘What’s a few inches between friends., she told him if he carried on, he’d be losing a few!”
“Bloody postman Bridge! I mean, what the uck is with them that they can’t wait for a few minutes, whilst I turn my toy off, put it down, get off the bed, get dressed, put some make up on and go answer the door?’”
“Given the time it takes for YOU to get dressed, he could have delivered to the whole neighborhood and some more! Left the package on the doorstep to be stolen bu thieves
Course, YOU putting your makeup on only takes you a few seconds so I suppose that doesn’t really enter the equation.”
“Bitch! ” “True. Julia was carping on about it the other evening. ‘Looks like she trowels it on. Never takes her time to get it right, just slaps it on and it’ll do. Bit like her dance tracks.’”
“Uck her, she’s never liked me.
Not that I, am the least bit concerned re an opinion from her anyways.”
“Oh another bites the dust re friends on her social media..
Spec the next time you are on there you will be hitting the ‘unfriend’ button, with the same enthusiasm you hit the block button on ’t’ when someone doesn’t say what you want to hear.
So long as its S about S and how wonderful you are, kiss your ass time its OK.”
Sarah poured herself a cold drink. Orange juice. Some of it spilled onto the table.
She could feel her hand shaking. Rage? She hated when Bridge spoke her mind.
Seldom reserved in her criticism of her.
“I am not surprised that you have lost so many friends over the last couple of years.
They’re fed up with you being at parties getting pissed and off your head. Kebab followed by a good spew eh Sars?
Another memorable night cept more and more of those who started out with you on that journey have died away into the shadows.” Bridget took the carton off her and put it back in the refrigerator.
“Liam called earlier. Said he would phone again later. He’s a real soul mate eh Sars?
Off his head most times I’ve seen him. You two make a perfect pair. How the hell you came to marry him?! ”
“Marry who?” “What time do you call this Dees? I expected to see you almost an hour ago.”
“Traffic. Bloody horrendous this morning. They’re installing new traffic lights, one of those vehicles with a hydraulic lift on it.
The guy on it I’d have blown a few of his bulbs.” Dees started laughing. “Want a coffee?” “Would murder for one Bridge, thanks.” “No probs, kettle has just boiled.”
Dees sat down opposite Sarah, who was cleaning up, the juice she had spilled earlier.
“Cass is doing tribute tonight at the 3 Feathers.
Two drag queens. Eric and Plump D. Made me laugh telling me what Torens had said about the last do. ‘Sarah is playing tribute with three drag queens. They’re recording a track a radio track so we can listen to it on our own tranny later..
Ah well, if Sarah insists I suppose Eric might agree. To fall about laughing.”
“B’stard!” “Funniest though was what he said about them giving YOU make-up tips.
‘IT’ he said, shows, to fall about laughing again.
Aunty Milly sure knows her thang. Apparently when Eric told him he was coming out of the closet, he could not understand why he looked so shocked?
‘You knew, I liked dressing up in womens clothes, wearing heels, lippy and wigs so why the surprise, when I said I was coming out of the closet. To which Torens replies.
‘It had nothing to do with that, just puzzled is all, given your size Eric. I never knew your closet was that big! ‘ Even I had to grin at that! “ Putting the mug of coffee in front of Dees,
Bridget sat down, sipped on her tea. “You seen anything of Torens?” “Not since the birthday party.” “Oh.” Dees said nothing for a few seconds. Mulling over events.
“I think he was furious when Liam showed up. The fact you gave him so much of your time and almost ignored Torens.” “Well, what did he expect, turning up, no letting me know he was going to.”
“Like you ever take any notice if he does try to phone you or contact you.
You’ve ignored him to the point on occasion, the poor guy must think he’s bloody invisible.”
“I wish he bloody well was.” Sarah hissed it low. Barely discernible. “Eh?” “Nothing.”
“Aunt Milly is on for the next twenty minutes. You follow for yours and Eric will follow that.
You can relax girl. Good crowd tonight.” “What is it?” “Britney Spears tribute Jo.”
Jo shifted his wig. “Who are you?” Milly stared at the drag queen? “Jo, Jo.
Helping Eric with his act tonight.” “Oh right. When you see him, tell him I would like a word.”
“The next time you take on someone else to act with you, let me know? I looked such an idiot, supposedly in charge of the event and haven’t a bloody clue who the hell Jo Jo is! “
Eric took a leaflet and passed it to Milly.
She glanced at it, looked back at him. “Didn’t recognize him with the gear on.
Bloody hell, you would not believe it was the same guy. Was quite big in his day back in the clubs down south.”
Ronald Burns. Dees stared at the magazine. “Hell he was top billed back then.
Five years ago. Major clubs. Singer and dancer, now a drag queen. Pretty fit Sars.
Few pics of him minus his top, nice pecs and quite the beefcake Sars.
Just your type or so you keep telling Torens.” She started to grin. Sarah stared at the pics or was it the pecs? Dees was right. Watching Eric, some minutes after she had finished her performance, from the wings. Sarah could see how fit Ron was,
Or Jo Jo as he was now known. Tight fitting pants leaving nothing to the imagination.
Not short in that department. As their act came to an end, she stepped back, to head off to the changing room.
Stripping out of her costume she was now wearing just a g’string and light top.
Opening the locker to remove her bag of clothes, letting it slip to the floor she felt hands on her.
Turning to come face to face with Jo Jo still in drag?
“I hear you like the ladies. Bit of the other eh?” He had moved in close to kiss her.
The parfum and the feel of the silk against her skin?
Laid across the bench he shifted to lash his tongue across her. Fingers dancing across her thighs, the image in her eyes of a woman. NOT a male, a woman. His makeup was perfect.
The parfum overpowering. The sliding sensation as they shifted past her ankles to be discarded on the floor next to the bench.
Nothing spared. Relentless. Hot, bothered and demanding. She wanted, it all.
Ron was greedy. Knew from what he had heard she was a real ‘Pillow Princess’ laid back bit of the alternative on offer, this time more than she could ever have expected.
The moment he had gotten her to a high he knew, she was completely at his mercy.
Not that she would do what he was doing for him. Nope. It was all one sided.
All the work on his part. Take, take take and S about S, full on. His hands shifted to unbuckle, his fingers hurried, impatient to be rid of the obstruction to his full on sating, where she was concerned.
Time for him to have some pleasure. Suddenly she started to respond, to try and stop him, as he shoved her legs apart. A shock realization that he, HE; was going to take her.
NOT a female, female connection. Full on rampaging and merciless taking of her.
It only lasted a few minutes. For him it was that. For her? It seemed to go on forever.
Finally he staggered back, grabbed at her g’strings, to wipe the surplus, cursed at how thin and useless they were. The covers.. wiping cursing,, before throwing them at her.
Pulling his pants up to fasten the belt, he moves away from her and exits the room.
In the other changing room, Eric saw him enter. “Good show tonight Eric.”
Taking hold of his bag he opened it to remove a bottle of water.
A small container with some pills. He swigged some of the water, swallowed the pills.
“Could never understand why they let you go Ron. Still their loss eh?” Ron looked the pills as he slipped them back into his bag.
He showered and washed off the remains of her. The Pillow Princess had lived up to her name. Conned by the illusion of a female female encounter, when it was anything but.
He grinned, oh yes, a female trapped in a mans body, uck them, having to ponce around to make a living. Gotta have some perks of the job eh? A man, a real man and something she had just had in full. From what he had heard, she hadn’t had that in a while. The drinking earlier had helped.
Plying with drinks. He had not cared whether she was half cut when he had driven home the last drops of his loins. Use a rubber? All that extra expense and loss of sensation?
He wanted to show that he had feelings for her.
Love? What had love to do with it. Lust, total lust. Tell em he had HIV, reveal to em before? Be honest? Screw you. Yeah you got that right! Jamie one of the guys at the club, down south, where he had gotten the girl infected, had shoved him up against the wall.
“I have erection difficulties but I don’t go round acting like some irresponsible jerk off and I never have a sex, without being honest with em first. Safe and making them aware, you can still have sex.
Why I’m now married. You b’stards give us all a rep, that most of us, don’t deserve.
Now uck off, cos if I see you round here again, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
Some time later, Sarah had started to feel tired. Wasted. Night sweats. Losing weight though she was not complaining. She needed to lose weight. Sore throat and that constant tiredness? Liam had been forcing himself on her, luckily all too often he fell asleep on top of her as she shoved him off to turn away from him.
Months passed. Liam had started to feel tired. Night sweats, sore throat, lethargic.
His temper had not lost its sting. Any little thing that upset him and he slapped at her.
The day he had cut her, her bleeding.
Remorse afterwards kicking in as he kissed the bleeding wound, lapped at it with his tongue.
“I am so, so sorry.” How often had she heard him apologize only to hit her again a few days later?
Finally she had had enough. Leaving him? A court order to stop him coming anywhere near her. Three arrests later and he was no longer harassing her. Divorce? Yes.
When Liam received the letter? Rage? Fury? The one where she had the house, the funds in the bank? What remained, little as it was not pissed away by him. No it was NOT that letter that had had him so enraged. The one from the clinic.
The one he had to report back to immediately. Where he was informed. He had an STD
Why did he had no illusions about WHO had infected him?
The occupant dead. Ronald Burns deceased.The car had been a write off.
Five miles from the club. Eric had seen the horrific smash and called for help.
They could do nothing.
The driver of the lorry had fallen asleep at the wheel. Slid across the road and crushed the approaching car. “Not seen you in six months.” Eric smiled at Sarah.
“So where is your side kick?” Dees put her drink onto the table.
“Oh my! Of course you didn’t know.” He went onto describe what had happened.
“Complicated because they discovered he had a nasty STD.
They’ve been trying to contact everyone who had known him, you know, had sex with him.”
Liam stared at him, as Shia, stood for a few seconds, a look of horror on her face, before she collapsed to the floor.
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