“Jasmine already took care of that. They know she’s friends with Sloan and Michael, and that’s how I knew them. They offered to let me stay here for a few days until my leg’s better because of the elevator.”
“Good.” Sandy hooked an arm around his leg, absently stroking the inside of his thigh, still watching Phil talking to Jasmine. The young drag king’s bright eyes were fixed on Jasmine’s face, and although Sandy couldn’t hear the conversation, the tone of Phil’s voice telegraphed his excitement. He had it bad, that was plain to see. “Does Jasmine turn you on?”
“What?”
“You heard.”
“No,” Mitch said quickly.
Sandy gave him a look. “Something wrong with your hormones?”
He leaned down, pulling her close against his side as he bent his head to hers. “She’s gorgeous. And sexy. And the only woman who gets me hot, even a little, is you.”
“You know,” Sandy whispered, rubbing her mouth on the edge of his jaw, “you really learn fast.”
“Honey, it’s the truth.” Mitch smoothed a hand down her bare arm. She wore red satin slacks that nearly matched Jasmine’s and a lacy white bit of nothing on top that showed off her small, firm breasts to mouth-watering advantage. “Besides, you think I have energy for anyone else after what you do to me?”
Before Sandy could reply, a voice from across the room caught their attention.
“Can anybody come to this party?” Sloan asked, her hand in Michael’s.
Immediately, the three drag kings who made up the core of the Front Street Kings Drag Troupe jumped to their feet, their eyes fixed on Michael. With her hair down, in a faded gray workout T-shirt of Sloan’s and loose cotton pants, she was as naturally beautiful as a woman could be. Despite the lingering hints of trauma that shadowed her face, her eyes were clear and warm as she smiled at her unexpected guests.
“Hello, I’m Michael.” She held out her hand to the nearest king, Ken Dewar, who took her hand.
“Ma’am,” Ken murmured, and brushed his lips over her knuckles with courtly grace. “I’ve seen you at the club with Sloan, but she’s never introduced us.” He lifted bedroom eyes to hers, the corner of his mouth raised in a rakish smile. “Probably wise.”
Michael laughed, delighted at his charm. “So very nice to meet you. And I shall certainly take Sloan to task for not introducing us sooner.”
Ken tossed a grin to Sloan, who merely growled good-naturedly, before indicating his companions with a sweep of his arm. “These two outstanding fellows are Phil E. Pride and Dino.”
“Gentlemen,” Michael replied, offering her hand to each in turn. “I take it you all have everything you need? Food? Something to drink?”
“We’re great,” Dino said with just a hint of South Philly in his voice, hoisting his bottle of Black & Tan. “Jasmine took care of us.”
“Thank you,” Michael said as she leaned down to kiss Jasmine’s cheek. “Hello, Sarah.”
“Hi.” Sarah stood, sliding an arm around Michael’s waist. “You look terrific.”
“You’re a true friend to lie about that. Thanks.” Michael’s gaze went to Sloan, who stood talking to Ken with an arm draped over his shoulder in friendly companionship. “I feel wonderful, though.”
Sarah laughed. “Can’t imagine why. Sloan looks pretty contented too.”
Michael blushed and shushed her. “Quiet. We have guests.”
“I don’t think the boys would be shocked.”
“Maybe not. But I’d prefer not to make an announcement.”
“Fair enough.” Sarah cast an eye toward the sofa where Phil had taken her place next to Jasmine. “I see my girlfriend has another admirer. Sometimes I wonder why I let her out of the house alone.”
Michael followed her gaze and smiled. “You’re not really worried, are you? I mean, it all gets a bit confusing to me still, but Phil does know that Jasmine is, well, more than Jasmine.”
“Oh, sure. Phil knows Jasmine is a transvestite, just
“Good.” Sandy hooked an arm around his leg, absently stroking the inside of his thigh, still watching Phil talking to Jasmine. The young drag king’s bright eyes were fixed on Jasmine’s face, and although Sandy couldn’t hear the conversation, the tone of Phil’s voice telegraphed his excitement. He had it bad, that was plain to see. “Does Jasmine turn you on?”
“What?”
“You heard.”
“No,” Mitch said quickly.
Sandy gave him a look. “Something wrong with your hormones?”
He leaned down, pulling her close against his side as he bent his head to hers. “She’s gorgeous. And sexy. And the only woman who gets me hot, even a little, is you.”
“You know,” Sandy whispered, rubbing her mouth on the edge of his jaw, “you really learn fast.”
“Honey, it’s the truth.” Mitch smoothed a hand down her bare arm. She wore red satin slacks that nearly matched Jasmine’s and a lacy white bit of nothing on top that showed off her small, firm breasts to mouth-watering advantage. “Besides, you think I have energy for anyone else after what you do to me?”
Before Sandy could reply, a voice from across the room caught their attention.
“Can anybody come to this party?” Sloan asked, her hand in Michael’s.
Immediately, the three drag kings who made up the core of the Front Street Kings Drag Troupe jumped to their feet, their eyes fixed on Michael. With her hair down, in a faded gray workout T-shirt of Sloan’s and loose cotton pants, she was as naturally beautiful as a woman could be. Despite the lingering hints of trauma that shadowed her face, her eyes were clear and warm as she smiled at her unexpected guests.
“Hello, I’m Michael.” She held out her hand to the nearest king, Ken Dewar, who took her hand.
“Ma’am,” Ken murmured, and brushed his lips over her knuckles with courtly grace. “I’ve seen you at the club with Sloan, but she’s never introduced us.” He lifted bedroom eyes to hers, the corner of his mouth raised in a rakish smile. “Probably wise.”
Michael laughed, delighted at his charm. “So very nice to meet you. And I shall certainly take Sloan to task for not introducing us sooner.”
Ken tossed a grin to Sloan, who merely growled good-naturedly, before indicating his companions with a sweep of his arm. “These two outstanding fellows are Phil E. Pride and Dino.”
“Gentlemen,” Michael replied, offering her hand to each in turn. “I take it you all have everything you need? Food? Something to drink?”
“We’re great,” Dino said with just a hint of South Philly in his voice, hoisting his bottle of Black & Tan. “Jasmine took care of us.”
“Thank you,” Michael said as she leaned down to kiss Jasmine’s cheek. “Hello, Sarah.”
“Hi.” Sarah stood, sliding an arm around Michael’s waist. “You look terrific.”
“You’re a true friend to lie about that. Thanks.” Michael’s gaze went to Sloan, who stood talking to Ken with an arm draped over his shoulder in friendly companionship. “I feel wonderful, though.”
Sarah laughed. “Can’t imagine why. Sloan looks pretty contented too.”
Michael blushed and shushed her. “Quiet. We have guests.”
“I don’t think the boys would be shocked.”
“Maybe not. But I’d prefer not to make an announcement.”
“Fair enough.” Sarah cast an eye toward the sofa where Phil had taken her place next to Jasmine. “I see my girlfriend has another admirer. Sometimes I wonder why I let her out of the house alone.”
Michael followed her gaze and smiled. “You’re not really worried, are you? I mean, it all gets a bit confusing to me still, but Phil does know that Jasmine is, well, more than Jasmine.”
“Oh, sure. Phil knows Jasmine is a transvestite, just
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