Never Giving Up (Never #3)(22)
“Are we really going to wear a penis necklace?”
Kalli smiled at me. “Come on, big sis. She’s only going to get married once. Don’t be a stick in the mud.”
“You’re right,” I said, placing the necklace over my head. I looked at my sister, talking with her friends, seemingly having the time of her life, and decided not to act like I felt: completely out of place and uncomfortable. I would do anything to make sure she had the best time.
A few minutes later a woman came out of the theatre and looked up and down the line of us. “Is there a Megan here? A Megan Sinclair? Celebrating her last night of freedom?” This woman, she had a very, very deep voice. I looked closer and realized that the woman was actually a man. I leaned over to Kalli very slowly.
“Kalli . . .” I whispered.
“Yes?”
“Are we here to see a drag show?”
“It would appear that way, wouldn’t it?”
“I’m right here!” Megan’s hand shot up into the air, waving around.
“Well come on, Momma!” The queen said loudly while waving her towards the door. “We’ve got your table all set up for you.” Megan squealed and rushed in the door as we all followed.
The next two hours we spent watching very talented drag queens perform some of my very favorite songs from the eighties. I stayed in my seat, but many of the women in the audience made their way to the front to slip dollar bills in the queen’s bras or panties. Megan got progressively drunker as the night wore on, and the drag queens loved her. They also loved all the money she shoved in their dresses. She was having a blast so none of us tried to reign her in.
When the lights came on, I stood up and grabbed my purse, ready to head to the door.
“Sit down, Sister!” Megan yelled from her chair.
I looked around, confused. “Aren’t we leaving? The show’s over.”
“The first show is over. There’s another one,” she said with a grin. I looked at Kalli and she just shrugged her shoulders. I sat down again, still confused, but willing to do whatever Megan wanted.
The head queen came over to our table and Megan stood up and hugged her. The queen laughed and told her that our table had a round of drinks on the house in celebration of her bachelorette party. Shouts came from Megan and all her friends, and Kalli and I just laughed at them. A waiter came and took all of their drink orders and I ordered a cranberry juice.
When the waiter returned he was accompanied by one of the queens from the show. She was a small little thing with skin the color of caramel. She had on a long blonde wig and wore a short, black miniskirt with a matching halter top. The waiter delivered all our drinks and the blonde bombshell started addressing the audience, holding on to a microphone so all could hear her.
“Ladies,” she said in a high feminine pitch, “and gentlemen.” Gentlemen was said in a very burly, low, gravely tone, making the audience laugh. “Tonight is this woman’s last hurrah as a single woman. She decided to come here to celebrate with a bunch of drag queens.” She stopped talking for a moment and had a confused look on her face. “What the hell are you doing here with a bunch of drag queens?” The audience laughed again and Megan giggled in her chair.
“In any case, she’s here to celebrate, and we are here to show her a good time.” She snapped her fingers and the lights went out at the same time a spotlight appeared on her and Megan. Loud music rang throughout the auditorium and I instantly recognized Beyonce’s “Single Ladies.” The queen started grinding all over Megan’s lap and Megan was laughing hysterically. My mouth gaped open watching the whole scene, and about thirty seconds into the song I came to my senses and pulled out my cell phone to take a video.
Halfway through the song more spotlights appeared behind Megan and four more queens showed up and executed the signature dance perfectly. We all laughed so hard, my phone was shaking and I knew the video wasn’t going to be great, but I wanted to capture the moment. Megan’s smile was so big and she was enjoying herself so much, I knew she’d like to watch the video some other time to remember how much fun she’d had.
The song ended, the lights came back on, and all the queens took turns kissing Megan on the cheek and wishing her good luck at the altar. The whole party giggled and sipped their drinks when a few minutes later the lights dimmed again. I prepped myself for another drag show, wondering if they did different numbers the second time around.
When the spotlight lit up the stage this time though, my mouth popped open again, but this time I was gawking at the half-naked, fully tanned, one hundred percent ripped, man on the stage. I looked over to Megan and she winked at me. The little slut had known all along.
For the next hour we watched a dozen men strip down to tiny little banana hammocks, bumping and grinding all over the stage, sometimes coming into the audience to tease the women. At one point, they pulled Megan on stage and gave her the lap dance of her life. Three very handsome male dancers took their turn rubbing up on her, shaking their barely clad asses in her face. She loved every minute of it too.
I’d be a liar if I said it wasn’t entertaining and, ok, a little sexy. There were more than a few moments that I felt like fanning my face, but I contained myself and tried to seem like I wasn’t affected. I was married after all. At one point I looked over at Kalli and she could have been watching a presentation on stock options and IRAs. I nudged her with my elbow and she looked over at me. I leaned towards her and put my hand up, cupping my mouth, aiming it towards her.