Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 64 – Come to Me
A/N- Come to Me was released by Bjork on her Debut album in 1993, after leaving the Sugarcubes in 1992. "You know that I adore you. You know that I love you. So don't make me say it. It would burst the bubble. Break the charm."
Plank kisses Rave roughly as he runs the fingers of his right hand through the trusses of his thick blue hair. Their tongues wrestle together in that animalistic expression of affection as they fill their senses with each other's taste. Rave's body twitches and jerks under him, rubbing their chests, stomachs and rock-hard cocks against one another, as Rave moans out between their kisses, "Mmmahh yeah, oh god, fuck me."
Plank joins their lips together more fervently, demanding more of his attention, affectively silencing the boys expression of pleasure. Which allows the rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh that was coming from behind them to take center stage once more. "Oh fuck, you're so tight," a familiar deep masculine voice breathes out lustfully as his pace quickens.
Plank breaks the kiss this time, freeing Rave's mouth to continue his blissful moans as he looks over his left shoulder at Jarrod to admire his body as it sways in time with his hips. "Don't forget about me stud," he teasingly smirks with desire in his eyes as he watches the jock's abs flex with his exertion. His apollo's belt that framed his six-pack shows prominently and was made to look even more erotic by the sheen of sweat upon his tan skin.
Jarrod's hands slides along Rave's hips to Plank's, gliding up to his ass to squeeze the globes roughly, "Oh, I haven't forgotten about you." He smacks Plank's right ass cheek sharply, leaving a bright red mark in his wake, sending a surge of pleasurable pain radiating from its epicenter. Rave groans his disapproval as Jarrod removes himself from the boy and adjusts his footing, so he was better in line with Plank's pucker. The sound of his sharp intake of air was overshadowed by Plank's deep erotic moan as he pushes forward and slides in, smacking against Plank's hips in one fluid motion. He shows no mercy for the blonde twink beneath him as he begins his relentless assault of his almost virgin ass instantly.
Plank's eyes spring open as he is brought out of his fantasy and back into reality by the loud moans coming from the twink being roughly fucked on his T.V. screen. He releases his twitching cock as he leans forward to turn the nob that would lower the volume on his small television. Once he was satisfied that the sound was low enough, he leans back in his seat again and takes hold of his proudly standing member as he scans the scene for more material to add to his erotic dreams. There on the screen where two gorgeous twinks, one laying on top of the other in a passionately erotic embrace while they took turns being plowed from behind by a smooth muscular jock. Stroking his prick at a quick pace, he inserts the middle finger of his left hand back into his ass as mutters to himself, "Yeah, fuck me hard." His mind begins to race wildly when a fourth equally gorgeous and athletic man enters the scene with his massive divining rod sways in time with his hips as it leads the way to the three on the bed. Apparently he has been spying on the trio from the open door as he beat his meat to the action, but Plank hadn't caught on to that as his mind was preoccupied with his own fantasy. Plank's strokes quicken as the jock climbs up onto the bed to straddle the lower boys face while the other twink opens his mouth wide to swallow him as far as he could. His breath is ragged as he whispers, "Oh Chance, no, Ringo, oh yeah, feed me that big cock Ringo."
His eyes flutter shut as his head falls back against the top of the chair, allowing his mind to return to the realm of fantasy. "OH God Damn," Ringo groans as Rave rims his virgin hole for all he was worth, while Plank takes as much of his thick ten-inch prick into his mouth as he can, "You're the best fucking cocksucker I've ever had."
More of Ringo's meat is forced into his mouth with each of Jarrod's relentless thrusts, pushing it further down his throat, making the muscles of his stomach convulse as he gages. "Choke on that big dick, bitch," Jarrod barks as he reaches forward to grab a handful of Plank's hair, forcing him further down on Ringo's unforgiving pole. Plank yanks his shirt up and aims just in time for the first splash of his cream to land on his chest as he moans, and a second blast adds to that puddle a moment later. The third lands on his upper stomach as he twitches while the fourth collects in his belly button and the final shot dribbles down into his pubes. He opens his eyes slightly as he takes a deep breath and watches as his foreskin sheathes and unsheathes his dickhead as he milks the last few drops while the twink on the screen gages and chokes. He reaches down beside his chair to pick up his trusty cum rag so he can start wiping himself clean as the sounds of sex continues to come from his television. He looks back to the screen as he finishes up and notices that the positions have changed, the two twinks were now in a sixty-nine position as the two tops fuck them hard. He mentally bookmarks that scene for later study as he leans forward to hit the eject button on the VCR while he casually throws the cum rag back into its usual corner of the room. He lets out a heavy sigh as he puts the tape back in its case, his hopes were that he would be better behaved tonight now that he has emptied the chamber.
Putting the tap back into his stash, he pushes the box under his bed with his foot as he puts his cock away and zips up before stepping toward his bedroom door. "Pulling the pud little man," Thomas teases from his reclined position on his bed as Plank closes his door.
He flips his brother off as he walks by his open door on his way to the bathroom, "Eat me."
"Sorry, cream of sum yung guey isn't my flavor," Thomas continues his teasing, fucking Wayne's World. He knew he should have been more careful with the volume because he was aware that Thomas was home and that he knew about the movie, since he was the one who bought it for him.
After washing his hands and drying them off, he calls out, "I'll catch ya later bro," and heads out the door before his brother could ask any questions. It was only a short drive to Rave's family vineyard on the outskirts of town where he finds the young man leaning casually against a tree near the side of the main road that ran along their property. He rolls down his window and turns off his stereo as he pulls his car to the side of the road to holler out as his friends starts to cross the road, "Need a lift sweet thing?"
Rave responds to his little joke by flipping him the bird as he walks around the front of the car. "God damn you took your sweet time, it's fucking freezing out here," he bitches to his friend as he slams the door closed.
"Sorry about that," he apologies sincerely, "Had to take care of a few things before I came and got you."
Rave was rubbing his arms to generate warmth as Plank pulls the car back on the road, "Thank fucking Christ whatever it was you were doing didn't take any longer. Because I was starting to wonder how the fuck I was going to sneak back in." Oh, that's right, Plank totally forgot that Rave is grounded for skipping work last night to go to that piece of shit party of Chance's. No doubt he was going to be in even deeper shit once his mother discovers he isn't in his room where he is supposed to be.
"Yeah that would have sucked getting caught trying to get back in." In an attempt at levity, as well as to end the subject, he asks, "Anyway, so why did the drag queen cross the road?"
"To get in the car and out of the fucking cold," Rave instantly replies with no humor in his tone.
"Geeze, touchy," Plank crassly replies as he turns on the radio to fill the slight silent tension in the air, allowing White Zombie's Grease Paint and Monkey Brains to continue where it had left off. Rave wasn't paying attention to the music as he stares out at the hillside that bordered the road as they climbed Lemon Brook Hill out of the valley. His attention was drawn from the window and the trees bathed in evening light when he feels Plank's hand brush up against his left leg. Looking down at the middle console, he sees his friends hand pulling out a cigarette from his pack, which is always kept in the drink holder for convenience. Noticing Rave's gaze, Plank asks, "You want one?" Offering him the one he had just pulled from the pack.
"Sure," he responds and reaches for the cigarette, allowing his fingers to brush up against his friends for longer than was absolutely necessary. Plank reaches down again to retrieve another one from the pack, which causes the side of his hand to brush up against Rave's leg once more. After lighting his own cigarette, Plank blindly passes the lighter over, causing their hands to bump against each other as he fumbles to hand it off.
It only took the pair another twenty minutes to get to Derek and Tim's place, which included a few more jokes and jabs as well as a few more cases of "accidental" touching. Plank asks as they park next to Derek's grey '85 Cavalier, "I wonder whose car that is?" The two of them simultaneously look over at the deeply faded baby blue Gremlin next to them.
Rave looks back over at him and unbuckles his belt as he shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know, but I'm certain we're about to find out." Getting out of the car, he notices that Jonny and Kevin were not here yet and silently thanks god that they weren't the last to arrive.
Derek opens the door as they approach and motions for them to keep quiet, "No Plank hasn't been here either," Tim was saying in the background as they step in. He pauses for a moment to listen to the person on the phone as he steps into the room, "Sure, I'll let them both know to call you if they drop by. Uh-huh, I totally agree, but what can we say," he looks the two of them directly in the eye, "Kids these days."
The pair took in the stranger sitting in the recliner as Tim walks back down the hall in irritation towards their bedroom. The young man was probably seventeen or eighteen from what they could guess, his neatly combed straight black hair rested upon his shoulders. The sleaves of his black Fields of the Nephilim band T-shirt were torn off, exposing his slightly toned pale arms. His left wrist was covered in store bought leather and homemade bracelets in varying degrees of wear and tear, while his fingernails were painted in a fresh coat of polish in the color of oxblood. "Hey, I'm Plank," he holds out his hand to the young man, "And this is Rave."
"Roach," he says plainly as he shakes their hands, then adds, "Love the shirt," he motions to Rave's Type O Negative band shirt then leans back in his seat.
"I see the three of you have met," a familiar voice says from behind them and the two boys turn to look at their friend with smiles on their faces.
"It's been forever," Rave says as he hugs Marie.
"I've been busy," she replies then hugs Plank before pulling back to ask them both, "What do y'all think about my new wheels?" She sees the hesitation in both their eyes and adds, "Rockin huh?"
"Absolutely," Plank replies.
"Fucking sweet ride," Rave adds.
She edges her way around them to sit on the couch close to Roach, "Well the heater works for shit, but it gets me where I need to go."
"Honey," Tim calls out as he comes back in the room, "Remind me again why we gave the kids parents our number."
"Because it's the polite thing to do," he replies as he answer the knock at the door.
"You are soooo dead when you get home," Tim says to Rave and shakes his finger at him as he walks by.
Derek steps aside and lets Jonny in, and as the teen sees Marie, he quickly makes his way to her as she stands to give him a hug, "I haven't heard from you in forever."
Jonny blushes slightly and looks down, as he wasn't sure what to say to her after he told her he was dating Kevin, "Sorry, I've been busy."
"I can imagine," she teases him as she looks over his shoulder at Kevin causing Jonny to follower her gaze, bringing forth a deep blush of embarrassment at her insinuation. "Is he treating you good?" Jonny nods slightly but doesn't speak, "Good, but let me know if he ever hurts you so I can have a little chat with our dear Kevin." Her face was playfully stern to let him know she was kidding but that she will also stick up for him if the need arises. In a way, she understood Jonny's hesitance at maintaining their former degree of contact as she turns to introduce the late arrivals to her new boyfriend.
With all the greetings finished, everyone picks a spot on the sofa or on the floor surrounding the T.V. as Tim microwaves a couple of bags of popcorn while Derek asks, "So which do you guys want to see first?"
He turns around and holds up two VHS cases for the group to see, the one in his left hand was Sleepaway Camp while the one in his right was Curse of the Queerwolf. "Holy shit," Plank says as he stands from the floor and takes the pink box from Derek's right hand and looks the cover over, "Where the hell did you find this?"
"You remember the big guy with the huge appetite you met a few weeks ago at the movies," Tim asks from the kitchen.
"Yeah, the son of Wimpy," Rave fills in the gap.
"Yeah, that's the guy," Tim confirms, "He has a knack for finding these kinds of things."
"Well, we're definitely watching this one," Plank states as he hands the box back to Derek while Tim passes out the bags then sets down a couple of two litters and plastic cups on the coffee table.
"Good choice," Derek replies and turns to put the movie in, "But please give it a few minutes before you blow a gasket, ok. Because trust me, it's not making fun of you, its making fun of them."
(Warning: a ton of spoilers for the movie, skip to safe if you don't want to know before you watch it yourself.)
Turning down the lights as the movie starts to play, they all settle in as the music starts, which turns out to be a parody of the opening music of the 1976 classic Omen. But instead of the ominous Latin chanting, it is an energetic flurry of homophobic slurs being chanted, "Faggytous, pantyhose, shirt lifter, limp wristed fudge packer."
"Oh my god," Plank moans with a laugh as he drops his head on Rave's shoulder to hide his giggles. As the credits fade away the first scene comes into view, a young lady in sexy lingerie and high heels was running down an ally in Burbank from a group of four men carrying torches. When they finally catch up to her in what looks like a junkyard, they wrestler her down to the ground as a priest prays while they stake her in the butt with something silver.
"Wait, isn't she's supposed to be a werewolf or something, so why are they using a stake," Roach asks.
"Silver dildo," Tim explains quietly.
The scene changes with the lady's final feminine screams of pain and we meet Larry Smallbutt and his girlfriend. Larry answers a phone call from his best friend and coworker, Dick Cheese, while simultaneously getting a BJ from his girlfriend in the shower. And since Larry is orgasming when Dick asks him to go to the bar with him that night, his only possible response was, "I'm Cumming," inadvertently agreeing. We get a small glimpse into their work at the clinic where they help people get over their bad habits as Dick tries to help a lady lose her interest in sweets. He inadvertently kills her when she reaches for a donut and he zaps her with the electroshock, since he was on the phone with Larry, who was trying to get out his promise of going tonight.
The bar scene was an all-night bitch fest from Larry about how he should be home with his girlfriend while Dick picks up two chicks by asking, "Either of you ladies want to get laid tonight?"
Which somehow works as they take them back to Dick's house for some fun, where Larry gets bit on the ass and discovers the lady isn't what she appears to be and screams, "He bit me." Dick and his lady friend come back into the living room in time to find the other girl has run off while the mob of four men show up looking for the dickinthroat.
"I'm going to have to remember that one," Plank laughs as Dick asks on the T.V. "The what in throat?"
"A dickinthroat," the leader of the mob clarifies, "He was my son until he was bitten by the Queerwolf."
"You've got to be shitting me," Larry groans in mild hysterical laughter.
They spend a few minutes making sure that Larry wasn't bitten then start to leave, but the leader turns and says one last thing. "Even a wrist that is strong and firm and holds up straight by day, may become limp when the moon is full and the Queerwolf comes your way." The rest of the scenes up to the transformation was filled with Larry's freak out moments and utter denials of the possibility that he would turn queer in the light of the moon. Even thinking the old gypsy woman who saw the pansygram in his hand was hired by someone unknown to fuck with him as though it was some elaborate trick. I won't even get into the laughing fit the group had over the queerbilly deliverance spoof dream scene and the theme song that accompanied it. But just so you know, Plank and Rave were in stiches.
Or the word Homocide, "Why would homicide want to speak to Larry," Dick asks.
"Not homicide, homocide," the detective investigating Larry explains, "I investigate the deaths of homos." Larry was apparently the prime suspect in the last queerwolfs murder, since he was the last one seen with her.
Plank and Rave's hysterical laughter was renewed once more when the moon shone full and bright that night and Larry begins to panic as his firm straight wrists go limp. Falling back on the bed, the socks on his feet turn into fishnet stockings and his lips become full and red with lipstick. His butt firms up as a red handkerchief comes out of his right pocket while a hoop earring appears on his left ear. His fingernails grow and are now paint whore red as a little purple flower tucks itself behind his right ear to finish the transformation. "Oh god, I can't," Rave tries to catch his breath as the scene shifts to the Roman Holiday bathhouse. Where Larry is currently waking in the steam room with nothing on but a washcloth that covers his butt while eight guys all give him the thumbs up from across the room.
"I know right," Plank adds while trying to control his laughter, "His ass has got to be sore."
Now in a panic Larry rushes to the old gypsy woman for help, getting the medallion of the duke, which has a picture of John Wayne on it, which she promises will stop him from transforming. It's that or he can take the alternative of a silver dildo up the ass, "And trust me, if you get one of these in your ass, you'll wish you were dead."
The rest of the movie goes by pretty quickly, only consisting of a scuffle with the torch wielding mob as they break into Larry's house that night. The apology dinner they give him after they decide he isn't a queerwolf, while still carrying their torches. This dinner is, of course, where Larry loses his medallion and transforms in front of every, biting most of the mob who transform instantly, which includes their priest who turns into a nun. And finally, the fagorcist scene where a new priest was finally able to help Larry by, in The Exorcist style, demands the spirit to, "Cum in me, cum in me." The priest leaving the room, and a now straight Larry, in full frock ready for a night on the town.
And when his girlfriend shows up a moment later with tearstained cheeks, Larry declares, "I'm cured."
To which Dick replies, "So what, I've been cured plenty of times," fade to black.
(Sort of safe of spoilers from here on.)
"Cum in me, cum in me," Plank dramatically says while softly shaking Rave.
"Sorry," he brushes Plank's hands off his shirt, "But I'm already cured, thanks."
"Don't you guys find that movie a little offensive," Roach asks, "I mean it was so totally stereotyping queer people."
Kevin answers for them, "It's like Derek said, it was making fun of those stereotypes by over emphasizing them to show their absurdity."
"Like how being bitten by the queerwolf shows how some straight guys think you can become gay by hanging out with gay men," Plank adds and hopes Jonny didn't become upset with that remark.
"Or how Larry dresses in women's clothing when he transforms is the absurd belief that drag queens and transgendered women do what they do to trick straight men into having sex with them." Rave continues, "Showcasing their inability to separate gender identity from sexuality. Believing that all gay men want to become girls or are feminine while all transgendered women must be attracted to guys."
"While the fagorcist," Kevin interrupts Rave, "Pokes fun at how ridiculous the belief that religion will cure you of your attraction to guys. As if a few prayers a day will ever make me stop wanting my man," he brushes his hand along Jonny's for emphasis.
"I see we've poked the hornets' nest with this one," Tim says to his husband.
Who hums his agreement but adds, "Also, the way that Larry and Dick help people with their addictions are all examples of aversion therapy. Which is one of the main types of therapies conversion therapist use on their patients."
"I mean really, lets electrocute someone so they'll stop liking something," Tim adds.
"If I had to guess," Jonny pipes in with his opinion, but pauses for a second to form his thoughts properly, "The fact that the mob was carrying around torches, instead of flashlights. As well as carrying them on well-lit streets or in the middle of the day, had to be a symbolic way of showing how outdated homophobia and these stereotypes are."
"That's a really good observation," Marie praises her friend, "I was beginning to think that myself," she smiles at him. Jonny returns her smile with a slight tint of blush to his cheeks then turns his attention back to his boyfriend. Now that he was feeling a little more confident that she was really alright with him dating Kevin, he intertwines their hands together and smiles at Kevin when he looks him in the eyes.
"Ok, that's enough debate for one evening," Derek declares as he stands up from the other recliner to shuffle around his husband to eject the tape. "And now for your viewing pleasure," he says dramatically in late night horror T.V. show host fashion, "Sleepaway Camp," laughing evilly as he inserts the tape. All those in attendance get comfortable once more to enjoy the low budget horror delight they were about to see. Kevin switches the hand he was holding Jonny's with to wrap his arm around his shoulders, while Rave and Plank cuddle up close on the floor were they sat in front of the coffee table. Tim and Plank jump when the chair is yanked out from under the first victim and he grabs onto the fucking huge pot of boiling water on the stove as he falls. Jonny hides his eyes in Kevin's shoulder when that pot comes crashing down upon the man and he screams in pain as all his skin starts to blisters and peel away.
Alice, Jasmine and Trixie rush out the door behind their mother and wave goodbye to her as she pulls out to head to Scores for her fundraiser. "Hello lady's," Nat greets them as they slide into the backseat of his car, "You three ready for a night of birthday fun?"
Double D turns around to face them and smiles, "Happy birthday Alice."
"Thanks, Double Dashing," she replies using Nat's play on his nickname, but had to admit the young man was looking hot tonight, "Is Leslie not coming tonight?"
"No, she had to take care of her Grandmother tonight," he says then looks down in the seat as she hears a bag ruff, "But she wanted me to make sure you got this." He passes her a bag that was decorated to look like confetti had exploded all over it with the words Happy Birthday in alternating colors, "From the both of us."
"You two didn't have to," she says as she takes the bag and pulls the colorful tissue paper out as Nat pulls the car onto the street and finds a bottle of CK One in the bag.
"I hope you like it," he says.
"It's wonderful," she replies and leans forward to kiss his cheek before she places the bottle in her purse, "Make sure to tell Leslie thank you for me."
"Here you go lady's," Nat says as he passes three small single shot bottles of tequila to them, "Something to get the party started."
"Thank you Nat," Trixie says before downing her shot quickly then tossing the empty bottle into the bag Alice's present came in.
Alice and Jasmine both laugh at their sisters eager energy but quickly follow her lead, Jasmine letting out a heavy breath to relieve the burn the alcohol had caused going down, "Damn that's smooth."
"Let me know when you want another," Nat replies to her exclamation, "Because I've got several more bottles up here when you're ready."
"I'm always ready sexy," Trixie flirtatiously teases. It was obvious that Nat was probably their designated driver tonight, since Alice knew Double D would be throwing a fit and driving instead if Nat had so much as sniffed an open bottle.
"Here you go beautiful," Nat hands her another bottle then hands Double D a shot as well, "You two want another?" He peeks over his shoulder and could already guess Jasmine's reply from her eager smile and hands her one as he turns his attention back to the road.
"Fuck it," Alice says with a big smile, "Bring it on stud," and takes the bottle he hands over his shoulder. She was rather surprised that Double D didn't utter a single word of disapproval but instead threw back his shot like a pro after their toast. She could also see that Nat was pacing the young dorks drinking, since her and her sisters have all had two shot to his one.
Double D asks Nat as they climb the on ramp to the interstate, "Mind if I put on some music?"
"Sure man, go ahead," he replies as he pushes in the cassette adapter into his stereo and turns on his portable CD player before opening the lid for him without looking at what he was doing. Edd riffles through his bag in the floorboard of the front seat and pulls out a CD to put in then quickly hits play.
Whitney Houston only gets out two words, "If I," before Nat rolls down his window and opens the player as D whines, "No Nat please don't." Which fell on death ears as Nat chucks the CD out the window, "Why'd you do that?"
"That was a good song," Jasmine defends Double D's taste in music, as she was also a big fan of love ballads.
"You know why," he says to him plainly then hands him another shot, before putting one of his own CD's into the player, "Now this is what you should be listening to man."
The whine of an electric guitar comes from the speakers just before Harry Nilsson starts to sing, "You're breaking my heart, you're tearing it apart, so fuck you."
"It'll help set you free from the bullshit D," Nat continues.
And so does Mr. Nilsson, "All I want to do is have a good time, now I'm blue."
"This is so the rock anthem we didn't know we needed," Trixie says enthusiastically over the music, as it fits how she felt when Dino ended things the way he did before, well, you know.
"Fuck ya it is," Alice agrees as she snatches three more bottles from the bag in the front seat for her and her sisters and throws all her cares concerning the past to the wind.
"I've had enough of you, ooh." Harry belts out over the speakers, "I'm goin' insane, there's no one to blame so fuck you." All those in the car, including Double D, were now yelling out fuck you with the singer at whoever or whatever hurt them in the past. It was kind of liberating in a way to let all that pent up emotion go and express your frustrations alongside the ones you love.
When they walked into the bar ten minutes later, the four who were drinking in the car were already mildly tipsy when they met up with Tina, Patty, and a young man who was standing with them. "Happy birthday sweety," Tina exclaims when she catches sight of them walking through the door.
"Thanks," she replies as she hugs both women, "And who is this," she asks as she looks over and notices the young jocks nervous look as he watches a group of twinks walk by. But she really didn't need any introductions, as she recognizes him from her former school and knew him mostly by reputation.
"Oh, I forgot you haven't met my brother yet," Patty says as she places her hand on his shoulder which brings his attention back to the group, "This is Chance."
"Nice to meet you," he says as he holds out his hand.
She doesn't take his hand, "Well damn, and here I thought you got me a stripper gram," she teases to gnaw at the nervousness she saw in him a moment ago. Tina stifles a laugh when she sees Chance's eyes bug out, "I'm only teasing Chance," Alice assures him, "You're really not my type. Are we ready to go in," she walks by him and asks the rest of the group.
"It's nice to see you again," Chance says to Trixie as she walks by him, but she only shakes her head and contains her laughter at the expression she just saw on his face. But honestly she felt kind of sorry for the straight boy, for he was about to walk into a place where he was going to be the minority for once.
After all the underage people in their group along with their sponsors had turned in their ID's and everyone who need one had a bracelet on, they step into the main dance bar. Making their way past the sparsely populated dance floor, they headed to the show bar to catch the first performance of the evening, which seems to be a tradition among all the patrons of The Dock. As it was standing room only in the show bar once they walk in and see that the show has already started, and Anita's first act was already halfway done. As they make their way up to the balcony, Anita continues to roll around the stage in time with the words of the 1960's theme song to flipper. Anita really didn't let it bother her that everyone in the audience was actually laughing at a fat girl rolling around on stage. I mean why should she feel belittled or degraded for their amusement if it meant her tip jar was filled to the top. The things we'll do for money. After all, she couldn't compete with the younger generation coming in to fill the empty spaces her friends once held. All she had was her sense of humor keeping her on that stage, and she would use every ounce of it she had to keep herself there.
Anita gets herself back up on her feet as the music ends and picks up the mic from the stool she used to stand to announce the next performer with winded breath. "Please welcome to the stage Dominique Belamour."
The music starts immediately as Anita quickly makes her exit from the stage as the beautiful Dominique steps out while Salt-N-Pepa ask, "And where is the body?" The floodlights focus on her as she begins to lip sync with the words, "Oh yeah, don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful. And where is the body? Move over mother, 'cause I'm going faster (faster), than you (than you), can drive (can drive). The body's beautiful baby. That's right, I just can't help it, yeah. It's not my fault, I was born this way."
"God I can't believe she's not a girl," Chance says with a smile on his face and a hint of excitement in his voice, like a child being entertained by the circus freakshow.
This had to be the most heterosexual thing Trixie has witnessed come out of this boys mouth so far, "I know Dominique Belamour personally. And she's more women than you've ever had little boy," she let the tone of her voice clearly convey her annoyance with him.
"Oh shit, no, what I meant was that she's so beautiful that I can't," he stumbles and stops himself, "Ah, ah, I'll shut up now."
"That's probably the smartest thing you've ever said in your whole life," Trixie turns away from him and takes a step towards his sister to ask, "Why'd you bring him?"
"He asked to come," truthfully, Patty was at a loss as to why her brother insisted on coming. He seemed indifferent towards their plans that evening until she mentioned to Tina in passing that Nat would be picking up Trixie and Alice to meet them at the bar. After that, he practically begged them to take him with them, only becoming more insistent once he discovered that an eighteen-year-old could in fact get in with a sponsor.
"I get it," Tina takes over explaining for her wife, "He's a dumb little shit whose never been exposed to anything like this in his life. But believe me, he's finally trying, which is more than we can say for most straight people in this world."
Trixie had to remind herself, through her justifiable annoyance, that he was an ignorant straight boy, but was willing to learn. That Anita was right, she needed to be patient with him because the stereotypes he has been taught by straight society is all he has had to go by his whole life. "Just remind him he needs to think before he speaks."
Chance glances over his shoulder with a sad look in his eyes as he watches her put the two girls she came with between herself and him. "Your so fucking stupid Chance," he says under his breath to admonish himself, his posture clearly telling everyone how defeated he feels right now.
"Are you alright," Patty asks as she comes to stand beside him and notices his demeanor.
"I'm fine," he replies to her sisterly concern.
"Don't beat yourself up, ok," Tina comforts him, "She might be upset, but we let her know that this is all still new to you."
"Yeah? Well, when am I going to stop saying the wrong things then," he asks as he looks down at his hands that were resting on the railing.
"You're not doing it on purpose Chance," Tina tries again to comfort him as she brushes his bangs out of his face.
But he pushes her hand away, "Yes I did, I hurt my sister because I was an idiot who was listening to everyone, except her." He looks from Tina to Patty, "And I can't forgive myself for it."
"I forgive you though," Patty cups his face in her hands, "Because I know how hard it is to unlearn all the things you were taught growing up. Because, well, I had to go through it myself when I started discovering who I am." All the sleepless nights she spent praying to god, practically begging him to take it away, flashes through her mind. "So, trust me, I'm going to understand every time you stumble, and I will always be there to help you stand up again."
His lip quivers and a quick hiccupping sob escapes him as the weight of his guilt is lift with his sisters forgiveness. He wraps his arms around her as he tries to contain his tears and whispers, "I love you."
"I love you too," she says comfortingly as she rubs his back, giving him a few moments to compose himself before asking, "You feeling better now?"
He pulls back from the hug and sniffles as he nods, "Yeah."
"So why don't you do yourself a favor and go over there and apologize to her," she wipes a stray tear from his cheek, "I promise, it'll make you feel a lot better." His reaction to how he might have hurt Trixie as well as the hopeful look in his eye as he glance over her shoulder to Trixie, has Patty feeling like there is more to this than meets the eye.
Trixie takes her eyes away from the siblings as she sees Chance looking in her direction and starts a conversation with Alice to pretend that that's what she's been doing all this time. "What do you think girl," Alice looks up at her with her sudden words, "You ready for me to sneak you a shot?"
Alice wasn't that naïve, and inconspicuously looks out of the corner of her eye at the jock who was now making his way over to them. "Sure, I could use a little something to wet my tongue. How about you," she teasingly replies but wasn't referring to a drink for her sister. Trixie is definitely annoyed with Chance's ignorant words right now, Alice isn't denying that. But it was still apparent, even to Jasmine who nudges Alice when she notices the jocks approach, that Trixie is somewhat attracted to him even if it's only on a subconscious level. Or was it just the emotionally touching moment between the siblings that had drawn Trixie's eye?
"Cool, I'll be right back," she turns and walks away in the opposite direction that Chance was coming from as the crowd cheers Dominique Belamour as she leaves the stage.
"Hey, meet us in the new section of the bar," Alice calls after her with the hope that she hears her over the music and cheers. She was getting bored watching the show and the Piano Bar would at least promise something new.
"Hey, do you girls know where Trixie is," the sisters hear the masculine voice ask from behind them.
"Why?" Alice turns to face him with a displeased look in her eye, "Do you want to find her so you can insult her again?" Chance could tell from the start that Alice really doesn't like him, but he doesn't know why. Could he have somehow inadvertently insulted her some other time that he just doesn't recall right now? Because he's getting this strange feeling like he should know her somehow, but he just can't seem to put his finger on it.
"No," he sniffles, which adds to his remorseful look that the puffiness of his eyes only makes more dramatic, "I just need to talk to her, so I can tell her I'm sorry."
Well, this was totally in contrast to the reputation he had in school. Alice had to wonder if it was because he wasn't around the other jocks that he could now act like a decent human being. Allowing himself to feel contrite over a situation he has caused, leading him to seek absolution from the person he has offended. Or has he changed in the year that she has been away? "She's went to the bar to get us drinks," Jasmine says with a hopeful smile and a look of excitement in her eyes. Alice rolls her eyes as she knows her sisters love of romance and her belief that love conquers all is going to get her hurt one of these days.
"Thanks," Chance looks to Jasmine with genuine gratitude then turns to make his way to the stairs closest to them.
But Alice stops him with a gentle touch to his arm, "You'll never find her down there in that crowd. Why don't you come with us, she's supposed to meet us somewhere."
"Ok, thanks," Chance's face lights up with a weak smile and Alice sudden had this suspicion that there was more to this than his need to make amends. Maybe Jasmine's outlook on life concerning romance wasn't as naive as Alice had originally thought.
"Let's go Casanova," she teases him softly then takes hold of the wrist of his letterman jacket to lead the way down the stairs. She did this for two reason, the first was to ensure that he didn't get separated from them in the crowd, and thus force the two sisters to look for his dumbass. And the second reason was to help keep the chicken hawks at bay, as she has already seen a couple of the regular trolls lustfully checking out the dimwitted jock. Reaching the main floor of the showroom, Alice skillfully guides them through the crowd at such a pace that Chance reaches back to take Jasmine's hand to make sure they wouldn't lose her to the crowd. Neither Alice nor Chance release the person they are holding onto as they reach the edge of the crowd in the showroom. Instead, they continue their quick pace through the now filling dance bar, taking a right near the main entrance to head towards the piano bar.
The new wing the piano bar was in is a recent addition to the complex, as the owners had bought out the Italian restaurant that was attached to the building and renovated it. Knocking out the separating wall to install a few decorative glass doors, one leading to the old dining area of the restaurant while the other lead to what was once the kitchen. The only thing that remained of the old dining area from before the renovation was the long bar and the metal spiral staircase that leads to the second-floor indoor outdoor balcony that overlooks the bar and the street. The kitchen, however, has been completely gutted and renovated to become The Docks new gentlemen only strip bar, which is also where the clubs new backroom is.
Opening the frosted glass and metal door to the piano bar, they step inside to find that not only is Trixie not here yet, but that the place was practically empty. The only occupants of the new bar was a small group of older gay men and woman sitting around the stage at the far end from them, how boring. The room itself has been exceptionally sound proofed, as the music from the dance floor was now nothing more than a muffled noise to them, even though they stood right by the entryway. The old troll standing upon the stage with a microphone in his hand, was giving a very tone deaf, off beat rendition of Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me, as they each take a seat at the bar. Only giving Alice one more reason why this part of the bar was so dead, even though it was brand new. As everyone knows how much queens like their shiny new toys.
Alice pulls out a cigarette from her pack and lights it, pulling a nearby ashtray in front of her as she looks over at Chance as he glances around the room. "Don't worry, she'll be here," she blows her smoke in his face when he turns to look at her, "She's probably still stuck waiting the bar." But as she finishes her sentence she could see Chance's eyes light up as he looks over her shoulder towards the door. Turning around on the stool to face the direction he was looking, she sees Trixie making her way towards them empty handed. "No drinks," she asks with a huff, so much for taking care of the birthday girl tonight.
"The lines are crazy girl," Alice knew that these bartenders were way more attentive towards their male patrons, since they were all mostly gay men. Which meant the pecking order was, hot shirtless dudes, hot dudes with shirts, average dudes, older dudes who tip well, drag queens, trolls, transgendered girls, lesbians, then last and certainly least, the fruit flies.
Alice looks down the bar and sees the shirtless beefcake in his skintight jeans taking care of one of the older patrons. She swivels back towards Chance, and without asking his permission, begins to tug his letterman jacket off his shoulders, "What are you doing."
"Just go with it," Alice replies, as she was looking to kill two birds with one stone. With his compliance, she was finally able to get that jacket off of him and tosses it into Trixie's arms, then reaches for the bottom of his shirt. "Raise your arms," she orders and yanks it up over his head when he does what he is told only to add it to the pile in her sisters arms. "Now flex your muscles and lean against the bar," she continues to instruct him.
"Why," he turns to her with a confused look, giving Trixie a full view of his naked upper body.
"Don't argue with me and just do what I say," she demands. Chance was feeling like a lab specimen under a microscope but starts to loosen up a little when he notices Trixie checking him out. He flexes all the muscles in his upper body, bring his somewhat defined six pack to the surface, before standing to lean over the bar.
"Now look down towards the bartender," Trixie takes over his tutelage, "And give him a whistle if you can. And when he looks your way, wave to him with your left arm while keeping your muscles flexed so he can get a good look at your chest." God, how many times did Dino have to do this so they could get decent service around here. She was brought out of her nostalgic thoughts when Chance blows a sharp handsfree whistle that draws everyone's attention to him as he lifts his left arm up in a casual wave, displaying his defined taut muscles.
The bartender quickly finishes with the customer he was taking care of by passing him his change while never taking his eyes off Chance. Ignoring the next customer in line, he moves with a purpose down the length of the bar to stand in front of him while leaning against the bar on the palms of his hands. "What can I get you," his smile was flirtatious, as his eyes took in the morsel that was put on display before him.
Chance returns his flirtatious smile when the bartender's eyes finally meet his own, he was doing his best to hide the fact he was nervous. As it was a whole new experience being the object of another man's sexual desire, but he telling himself to just say fuck it, flaunt it if you've got it right. He made sure his taut arms framed the flexing muscles of his chest as he leans against the bar to flirtatiously say, "Well, I was hoping you could get me and my friends something to wet our lips." Ok, so yeah, his statement was a little disarming for the horny bartender, but let's admit it, it was still a bit superfluous.
"I'll take a coke," Jasmine calls out, ripping the bartenders attention from Chance.
"Sprite for me," Alice adds.
"A coke for me as well," Chance says with an alluring tone.
"And I need a bourbon and coke, a shot of triple sec," for Jasmine, "A shot of tequila," for Alice, "And," she pauses for affect as though she was thinking, then turns to Chance, "What did Tina say she wanted?"
"Bourbon," he replies with a smile but never turns his gaze from the bartender.
"Coming right up," he says and gives Chance a wink. It only took him a few minutes to place all the drinks in front of their owners as Jasmine casually flirts with him, earning only a polite smile in return for her efforts. "That'll be thirty-two dollars," he announces when he returns from the cash register.
"Remind me that those bitches owe me a of couple shots," Trixie says with agitation in her voice as she pulls her wallet out of her purse.
"There you guys are," Anita's voice pulls there attention towards the doors, "We've been looking everywhere for you." The rest of their group was tagging along behind her as she quickly makes her way to Alice, "Happy birthday darling," she says warmly with a hug. Then looks up to see Trixie handing her money over to the bartender, "It's on me Ronnie," the man shrugs his shoulders before handing the money back and clearing out the register.
"You didn't have to do that," Trixie was mildly annoyed with her friends attempt to save her money but was also grateful for it since she didn't have a car at the moment to go make her own.
"But I wanted to, for our girls birthday," she replies with a pout.
"Come on Edd," they hear Tina call out from a few feet away, "You're singing something with me," she continues as she pulls the boy by the hand past them towards the stage.
"Why do you have your shirt off," Patty chides her brother.
"I was getting hot," he explains as she takes notice that Trixie his holding his clothes.
"Hello, Chance" Anita says with a smile as she address him, "it's good to see you again," she holds out her hand as she looks over the boys upper body, "How have you been?"
"He's been doing fine," Trixie makes short work of the introductions as she hands his clothes over to his sister. Now free of the encumbrance, she pushes the boy by the shoulders to make him move towards the stage before picking up the shots from the bar.
"All you had to do was let me know he was spoken for," Anita whispers as Trixie walks by her.
"Find your husband chicken hawk," Trixie replies with a slight tease in her voice, that was mostly filled with truth in her undertone, even though she knows that Anita and Jake have an open relationship.
"You see how she treats me," she playfully whines to Patty, "Disrespectful I tell you."
Chance pauses a short distance away from the table that Jasmine and Alice have taken a seat at and turns to face Trixie, "I want to tell you I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it," she waves it off, "I know your still figuring things out."
"But I know it doesn't make it any less hurtful when I say stupid shit," she could tell from the look in his eyes that he was really concerned with how she felt.
"Really, it's alright, because I know you weren't trying to be mean, you just didn't know any better." She sighs as she looks over at Tina and Double D as they pick out a song while Nat leans over Double D's shoulder to make suggestions. Well I might as well educate him, she told herself, "But since you want to learn, I'm going to let you know why what you said was hurtful. You see girls like us have to always hear things like that. Like 'fuck I didn't know you weren't a chick' or 'honey if you were real, I'd take you home to meet my momma'. And every word of it makes me feel like," she pauses to take a sip of her drink as it was getting a little too real right now.
"They try to make you feel like your less human," he says as he tries to put himself in her shoes to understand how something like that would make him feel.
"Yeah," she confirms his assumptions but doesn't continue.
"Well," he ruffles the back of his hair as he thinks, "I'm not really good at saying the right thing, if you haven't figured that out already. But if it were up to me, I'd make sure the only words you heard for the rest of your life were the ones that tell you how gorgeous you are." He blushes fiercely as he looks away feeling deeply embarrassed with his attempted flirtation, as he wasn't really sure if it made a whole hell of a lot of sense.
She smiles with a soft laugh as she looks away from him as well and breathes out, "Shit," then turns back to catch his gaze, "You're too sweet."
"I try," he says with a smile.
"Hey love birds," Anita yells at them from the table, "Hurry up and bring the drinks, we're dying over here."
"Guess our presence is being demanded," Trixie softly jokes.
'Guess so," he confirms then takes her by the arm to lead her to the table just to stir the pot a little, as well as to fulfill his secret desire of having her arm brush up against his skin.
Queer terms that were used:
Chicken - playful term - A young queer person who is eighteen years of age or younger.
Chicken Hawk - derogatory term - An older queer person, in their thirties or above, who has a penchant for chicken. Could also be used to describe the older person in a relationship that has an age gap.
Fruit Fly – Playful or derogatory – Interchangeable with fag hag, a queer man's straight friend who is a girl.
Troll - derogatory term – Used to describe an older queer person by younger queer people, usually used against people fifty and older, but can be used against anyone older than yourself, playfully or not. i.e., "happy 21st birthday bitch, you're such a troll."
Backroom - place – For those too young to know, the backroom was a dark or dimly lit room in the bar and was intentionally done this way so queer men could have anonymous sex. 1-on-1, threeways, fourgies, and orgies were commonplace in these rooms, and they were also a good place to get your wallet stolen if you weren't careful.
The B-grade horror comedy Curse of the Queerwolf was a straight to video release by Pirromount Pictures back in 1988. The film was shot over the course of what was supposed to be six weeks, which turned into six months due to setbacks, on a budget of less than six thousand dollars. Other notable Pirromount films include, A Polish Vampire in Burbank, Nudist Colony of the Dead and Deathrow Gameshow. Oh, and BTW, if you're now interested in seeing the movie, you can find it on Amazon Prime for $20 and that's about the only way you can get it legally. The other option available to you is going to one of those mirror sites that everyone claims are riddled with viruses as physical copies are nonexistent, except for in the hands of collectors.