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Missed your two-tongued kisses

Merry Christmas, @petitmonde <3

Minors DNI

Sasha sees Anetra for the first time when she’s travelling, on a mini-tour of Vegas after being invited for some guest spots there. She doesn’t do travel gigs often; they rarely reimburse travel costs, and those can rack up quickly when you’re traveling with two suitcases full of lingerie and wigs. But it’s been a while since she’s had a vacation, and a friend of hers practically begged—how could she refuse?

Of course, said friend hadn’t mentioned that one of the gigs would be emceeing an open stage, but Sasha didn’t really mind. She’d seen a lot of good talent at open stages, sometimes stuff she’d never even seen before. Besides, everyone starts somewhere. If it would take a big name on the flyer to get people to attend, Sasha was more than happy to do that service for those new artists.

Granted, the stage mom in her cringed at all of the performers with choreography that started and ended with pointing at the audience, but that was beside the point. Better she take them aside and give them some quick advice than let some idiot twink in the audience heckle them for it.

“Alright, y’all, give it up one more time for mister Robin Banks!” Sasha steps back onto the stage, passing a five to the king currently exiting it. “And next up on the list, we have…” she squints down at the name, hardly believing her eyes when she reads it out loud. “Anetra Ferrah!”

Anetra’s drag mother is nowhere to be seen, as is typical—India wasn’t exactly known for being particularly interested in queens other than herself. But Sasha’s thoughts clear of the other queen completely when the music comes on, drawing her attention to the front of the room.

Wherever India is, she’s missing something amazing. Sasha almost doesn’t believe her eyes--Anetra’s dancing is so perfect, her choreography so well-planned, and her smile so charming, Sasha has to wonder if she’d gotten it wrong, if Anetra was one of the booked acts and not one of the sign-ups. But at the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter; booked or not, the only thing that matters is that this queen is a star. And with every dip, every spin, every word Anetra enunciates with shining eyes, Sasha is more and more taken.

It’s only after Anetra has finished her number and disappeared into the crowd that Sasha realizes she’d been so busy watching, she’d forgotten to give Anetra a tip.

—

The next time Sasha sees Anetra, she’s dropped the ‘Ferrah’ and added a scar over her left eye. It’s been two, maybe three months, and Sasha is in town again for a friend’s wedding. A short trip, one she’s packed light for, but her clubbing outfits have never taken up much space in her suitcases before. It’s only fair that she gives them a chance to breathe, right?

Plus, it’s two-dollar tequila shots at a hole-in-the-wall club Sasha has never heard of, which makes it perfect for a night of solo fun before Sasha has to spend an entire day acting poised and respectable in front of a crowd of her messiest friend’s most religious relatives.

Sasha has just downed her first shot when the lights on stage surge on, and the music changes from its usual mix to a high-energy pop song that Sasha knows she’s heard before. The memory jumps forward in Sasha’s mind so fast that the emcee doesn’t have to even finish pronouncing Anetra’s name--Sasha is already pushing her way to the front.

Sasha hadn’t thought it was possible, but Anetra has gotten even better since the last time she’d seen her. There’s something tighter, yet more fluid about her movements compared to before, a practiced ease that seems natural now. And she’s learned new tricks, too, ones even Sasha doesn’t do often because of how touch-and-go they can be. Anetra’s whole number must be about four minutes, but it passes by in such a blur that Sasha almost feels cheated when Anetra is making her final pose.

This time, though, Sasha won’t be caught unprepared. Anetra has barely gotten off the stage when Sasha shoulders her way over.

“That was amazing,” Sasha gushes, extending a crisp ten dollar bill towards the new queen.

“Holy shit,” Anetra says, her jaw slack and hands creeping up to cover her mouth. “You’re Sasha Colby.”

Just like that, something breaks, and the smile falls from Sasha’s face.

That’s right. She’s Sasha Colby.

Sasha has never been above using her name as a way to get laid. Sure, she doesn’t love it, but a face full of pussy or a nice ass to fuck is hard to argue with. It’s rare enough, anyway, that Sasha doesn’t take it as too much of an insult, doesn’t feel like her reputation is the only reason she gets any. It’s just a simple fact that the ends justify the means sometimes, and groupies can have some pretty good game.

Right now, though, it feels different. As if Sasha’s reputation hinders, rather than helps the situation. Anetra’s eyes are shining with something close to reverence, yet they’ve slid away from Sasha’s own, almost like she’s afraid to look at Sasha too closely. And though Sasha hopes it’s just makeup and lighting, a sinking feeling in her stomach tells her that the timid blush rising on Anetra’s cheeks is completely real. Because Sasha is a legend, and legends aren’t supposed to be completely spellbound by girls who are just starting out, right?

“Oh, uh… Yeah.” It’s all Sasha can muster, and she flinches internally at how cocky and brusque it sounds. “I, um, I just wanted to say that you were really good,” she hurries to save the moment, barely breathing as words start to tumble out of her mouth.

Anetra’s blush gets deeper, but a little smile breaks onto her face as she mumbles a shy thank you.

“Do you have an Instagram for your drag, by the way?” Sasha asks, because of course she does, of course she can’t leave well enough alone.

“Oh! Um, no…” Anetra seems genuinely surprised by the question, and it honestly confuses Sasha more than anything else. This kid is an absolute star, after all--how is it that she had never thought to get on social media? Didn’t she know how good it would be for her career?

That’s what this is about, after all. Anetra’s career, nothing else. Definitely nothing to do with Sasha wanting to keep track of Anetra, maybe see her out of drag. Nothing to do with that at all.

“You should get one,” Sasha smiles, “You’re too good to keep yourself off the map.”

It sounds like such a cheesy line. Sasha hates herself for saying it. So she turns and walks away before Anetra can reply, letting the crowd envelope her to hide her embarrassment.

“I can’t believe it. The Sasha Colby, a starfucker. Unbelievable.”

“I’m not a starfucker.” Sasha frowns from her place splayed out on Salina’s couch, rolling her eyes as her friend laughs. It’s been almost a month since the last time Sasha had seen Anetra in Vegas, and she hasn’t stopped stalking Anetra’s socials since. Anetra had followed Sasha’s advice pretty fast—within a week of their conversation, she had set up an Instagram, Twitter, and even a Facebook, all of which Sasha had followed instantly.

That doesn’t make her a starfucker though, just a supportive colleague. That’s it. Nothing else.

“Gimme your phone, c’mon, I wanna see what you’ve been looking at.”

Sasha doesn’t have much of a choice—before she can close Instagram, Salina has snatched her phone right out of her hand.

“Just as I thought,” Salina grins triumphantly as she turns Sasha’s screen back to her, revealing a feed full of pictures of Anetra, all of which have a red heart underneath them.

“Hey!” Sasha lunges for her phone, but Salina simply holds the phone above her head, giggling wickedly as Sasha struggles to balance on the plush cushions under her knees.

“ You look so good! Amazing performance!” Salina reads dramatically, hand on her chest as she mimics Sasha’s comments on Anetra’s latest post. “Did you comment on all of these? Oh my God, girl, you did! Look at this one, it’s just some fire emojis and… oh my God, a tongue? Bitch, tell me again how you ain’t—“

“Give me that!” Sasha finally regains her footing and snatches the phone from Salina’s hand. Clutching it protectively to her chest, she sits back down and turns away from her friend, heart pounding.

Sasha’s not a starfucker. She’s not. Hell, Anetra isn’t even a star, not yet at least. Maybe in terms of talent, and sure, her career trajectory has rocketed her towards local fame way faster than most. But it’s not like she’s a rugirl or anything. Hell, outside of Vegas, no one even knows who Anetra is. So that’s it, that’s all there is to it. Sasha can’t be a starfucker if the person she wants to fuck isn’t—

“Oh my gosh,” Sasha’s eyes widen as the realization hits her, and she doesn’t care if Salina hears her or not. “I’m a starfucker.”

“See, isn’t it nice to just admit it?” Salina smiles smugly.

“Shut up,” Sasha huffs. “It doesn’t really matter anyway, does it? I’m here, and he’s in Vegas.”

“Not for long,” Salina says, leaning over to point at Sasha’s phone screen. “Look.”

Sasha follows Salina’s direction to see a new post from Anetra that’s just popped up on her feed: A poster from a club in Huntington Beach with Anetra’s face front and centre.

SPECIAL GUEST: ANETRA 8 PM

“Oh my gosh,” Sasha can’t help but laugh at her luck. “I can’t believe it.”

“If we left in the next ten minutes, we’d get there right before Anetra goes on and would still be back for you to get your shit together for your eleven o’clock at Gloss,” Salina offers. “And if we get a chance to talk to her, then maybe I can see if she—“

“Yes,” Sasha hops up from the couch, renewed energy coursing through her veins as she starts towards her room, already thinking of what she’s going to wear. “Let’s go.”

They make it to the bar just as Anetra is being called to the stage. As per usual, Anetra looks brilliant, captivating even before she’s made a single move. She’s wearing a new bodysuit, a sparkly red garment that matches her hair and lipstick to a T. And when the music starts pumping, it’s a song Sasha’s done before, one she knows by heart.

Almost as if Anetra knows Sasha’s there.

Sasha reaches out a hand to grab Salina, stopping her friend from pushing through the crowd to the front.

“What’s wrong?” Salina frowns, but Sasha just shakes her head.

“Let’s hang back,” she suggests, “Grab a drink while we watch. She’ll see us, don’t worry. She can come to us for once.”

It works like a charm. About halfway through the number, Anetra’s eyes fall directly on Sasha, and they stay there until Anetra’s final pose. Granted, it’s not as if Sasha doesn’t give Anetra plenty to stare at--this isn’t her first time at the rodeo, after all. Sasha makes sure to give as much face as possible, to look up at Anetra through hooded lids and expertly-laid lashes with just enough boredom in her eyes. She licks tequila from her lips slowly, letting her gaze wander away every once in a while as if to taunt Anetra. Keep giving me attention, keep watching, or I’ll find something else to look at .

It’s only when the song is on its last phrase that Sasha starts to move. Weaving through the crowd, Sasha makes sure Anetra is watching before she whips a fifty from her bra, extending it towards Anetra just a few beats before Sasha knows Anetra has to hit her final pose.

Ball’s in Anetra’s court now--ruin the number’s ending and let Sasha win, or wait until the number is finished and potentially lose out on a chance for Sasha’s direct attention.

Anetra chooses the former, just like Sasha had planned.

Biting her lip through a satisfied smile, Sasha cocks her head back towards the bar before stalking away, knowing without a doubt that Anetra will follow her.

Sasha has barely settled back into her seat when she hears Anetra’s voice, then sees the queen moving towards her.

“Hey!” Anetra’s voice is buoyed with excitement, her smile wide and eyes sparkling. But just like before, when she actually comes to stand in front of Sasha, that confidence wavers--the light in Anetra eyes dims to uncertainty, and while she’s still smiling, there’s an element of shyness behind her excitement now.

And just when Sasha had thought she’d finally broken through that. Goddamnit.

“Hey yourself,” Sasha keeps up the act regardless, hoping a casual tone plus a warm smile will put the other queen at ease. “I’m surprised to see you here tonight.”

“My first travel gig,” Anetra shrugs, blushing a little. “I didn’t think you would actually--”

“He commented I’d be coming, didn’t he?” Sasha jabs a thumb towards Salina, rolling her eyes. Sure enough, Salina breaks into giggles, hands flying to her mouth.

“I’m sorry!” she laughs. “Girl, you know I had to, I couldn’t--”

“You were really good,” Sasha interrupts her friend before she can give anything else away.

“Oh,” Anetra blushes, eyes gliding to the floor. “Thanks, that--that means a lot coming from you…”

Sasha’s heart sinks as she watches the queen in front of her continue to flounder. Jesus Christ. What the hell is it going to take?

Her phone buzzes, and she grabs it instantly, thanking God for the break.

EsTitties: bitch, stop acting!!! just be urself!!!

Sasha tries to hide a smile through pursed lips, but looks up at her friend and nods gratefully.

“I’m not gonna lie, when I saw you were near me, I pretty much rushed to see you,” Sasha confesses, a weight lifting from her shoulders. That’s right--Anetra doesn’t need to see confident Sasha, nor does she need to see professional Sasha. She just needs to see Sasha. Regular, goofy, stupid, nerdy Sasha.

“Really?” Anetra frowns, but the excitement picks up in her voice again, the timidity in her smile fading.

“Bitch, of course!” Sasha throws her hands up in mock exasperation. “You’re really talented. I haven’t seen someone so new to the scene come up so fast since… Well, since me, I guess,” she adds with a wry laugh. And much to her delight, Anetra laughs too.

“Say, Sasha, we should probably get going,” Salina, ever the wingman, cuts in. “Your show is soon, and you still have to find someone to fill the last guest spot…”

Sasha is just about to ask Anetra if she’ll be that last spot, but the look in the other queen’s eyes stops her.

“I have to go on for a second set at ten,” she sighs remorsefully. “Damn, I really would have liked to see you up close…”

Something crumples in Sasha’s chest, a lump forming in her throat. It’s not a rejection, technically. But it’s close enough to one that it stings, and Sasha just hopes it doesn’t show on her face.

“Well take a rain check, then,” Sasha forces herself to smile, “Next time you’re in town, message me.”

Anetra’s face lights up, and she nods.

“I will,” she nods, “Promise.”

—

Anetra fulfills her promise a few months later, accompanied by a text from Salina.

EsTitties: ur welcome bitch ;)

Sasha’s heart quickens as she reads over Salina’s message, and she nearly drops her phone in the rush to open Anetra’s message.

iamanetra: hey! hope you’re doing good :) are you gonna be in LA around Christmas? Like the 23rd?

Sasha pauses, trying to recall her schedule for the next month. The twenty-third does stick out to her, although she’s not quite sure—

Wait. That’s right. That’s the date of Salina’s big Christmas show, the one Sasha gets booked for almost every year. But does that mean…

iamanetra: i’m coming to Mickeys for the christmas dinner show, if you’re gonna be in town i’d love to see you there!

Sasha smiles to herself, her heart skipping a beat as she quickly types her reply.

sashacolby: omg bootzzz

sashacolby: im performing that show too

sashacolby: ill see u there❤️

Sasha will definitely have to thank Salina later. For now, though, she’s got a number to rehearse.

—

The time up to Salina’s show passes way more quickly than Sasha had expected. Part of it is just by virtue of how busy Sasha is; holidays mean extra brunches, corporate events, themed pageants, and commercial campaigns. But it’s also the fact that Sasha has something to look forward to. Something tall, beautiful in drag, handsome out of drag, and so close to winding up in Sasha’s arms that she can taste it.

That last part might just be wishful thinking, of course, but hey. ‘Tis the season, right?

Either way, when Sasha gets out of bed on the morning of the twenty-third, sh’s practically vibrating with excitement.

EsTitties: u ready to get some trade tonight bitch 👀

Sasha groans, but laughs despite herself as she reads the text waiting for her. Sasha is usually the morning person in her and Salina’s friendship, but Salina’s text is timestamped from an hour ago—she must have woken up just to tease Sasha. Typical. She texts back a quick winky face, then crawls out of her bed to stretch and get going.

“Okay, morning routine, morning routine…”

Honestly, it’s a little embarrassing how scatterbrained Sasha suddenly feels. She’d love to blame it on not having coffee yet, but she knows it goes deeper than that. Honestly, it’s more than a little embarrassing. Here she is, thirty-eight years old and reduced to a nervous schoolgirl over a silly crush. Not even a crush—this is purely about lust, if she’s being honest. So the fact that her heart is beating so quickly is completely uncalled for, really.

Still, Sasha might as well lean into it. At the very least, she’s motivated to get ready quickly today. And whoever said that butterflies didn’t count as cardio, anyway?

She pushes her reservations aside and heads to the bathroom, determined to look her best.

The call time for Salina’s show is early compared to usual. It’s the curse of being so close to Christmas—every bar in the city has shows tonight, and every queer who doesn’t need to catch a red-eye to get to family reunions is always determined to ignore their baggage by hitting as many as possible. The best way to get asses in the seats is to offer the only slot no other bar thinks to; a nice early-evening seating so that all the people stumbling out of brunch can grab dinner before going out to catch an 8 PM show. Sasha doesn’t really mind it much; at the very least, it means she gets to have a rare night in.

Today, though, the tight timeline feels less like a blessing and more like a curse. Because no matter what Sasha does, which way she re-parts her hair or how many times she re-draws her brows, she can’t seem to get anything quite right. And that’s before she even thinks about her look for tonight. A wave of sudden nausea hits Sasha as she thinks of the garment she’d altered for tonight and the pony she’d stayed up all night styling. Because normally, both of those things would be good enough. Hell, half an hour ago they were good enough. But right now, for some reason, the mere thought of wearing them makes heat rise in Sasha’s cheeks. As if everything she’d planned, designed, and rehearsed has suddenly gone from performance gold to absolute, utter shit.

“Fuck this,” she groans, rubbing her temples. This is ridiculous. It’s just dick, that’s all there is to this. Absolutely no reason to get so twisted and in her head.

Heaving a frustrated sigh, Sasha leaves the bathroom and heads straight to grab her vape.

—

Sasha always hated the stereotype that drag queens are chronically late. Growing up, Sasha lived by the rule that if you’re early you’re on time, if you’re on time you’re late, and if you’re late you’re fired. She still believed in that saying to this day, in fact. Which means that she’s usually the first or second person to arrive at every gig, whether she means to be or not.

Okay, so maybe the stereotype did have some truth to it.

Still, being able to get ready in the quiet is calming, and Sasha appreciates the extra alone time. When she’s this early, she can relax, put on some smooth jazz, sing along with it while she paints. Sip a cup of coffee without quickly downing it to make room for other performers at the mirror stations. Enjoy the prolonged silence and really think deeply, recede into herself for a while and enjoy the meditative feeling of tracing brushes over the curves of her face. The only real downside is that the dressing room lock is currently broken, limiting her ability to control in and outs, but but hey. Small potatoes when the trade off is an hour or more of near complete peace.

“Oh, hey!”

Sasha curses under her breath as she jumps, almost dropping her brush and completely smudging her foundation in the process. When she looks up in the mirror, she sees Anetra behind her, and she almost blushes.

Thanks to Instagram, Sasha has already seen what Anetra looks like out of drag. He’s a whole man, for sure, but in person?

God damn . If Sasha hadn’t had it bad before, she certainly doesn’t have a chance now.

“So… this seat taken?” Anetra asks sheepishly, forcing Sasha to remember herself.

“No, no, come sit!”

Anetra does with a grateful smile, and Sasha’s heartbeat picks up a little too fast. Sitting this close to him, Sasha can see all the features of Anetra’s face that are lost on camera. Sharp angles, acne scars, and the faintest hint of stubble grab Sasha’s attention, holding her for longer than it should. She can only imagine how much better Anetra would look up against her, how his face would feel cupped in her hands, her thumb tracing over the clean line of his jaw—

“You okay?”

Sasha snaps out of her trance all at once, her mind spinning from the whiplash of being pulled out of her thoughts. Thank God she’s half-painted, or she’s sure Anetra would see her blush. He’s looking at her with confusion and concern, and it almost makes the situation more embarrassing.

That is, until Sasha looks a little closer, and sees something that makes everything change.

A sparkle in Anetra’s eyes, a slight smirk in his smile. Bemusement so subtle it’s almost as if he thinks he’ll get away without Sasha knowing it’s there. Or maybe he wants her to catch him. Wants her to react. Wants her to come crawling, to let him win.

As much as it turns Sasha on, it also wakes something in her she’d been trying to suppress.

“Yeah, baby,” she smiles, staring straight into Anetra’s eyes. “I’m all good. You just focus on getting all pretty, don’t worry about me.”

Sasha can play the long game if she has to. She can play an easy game, or she can go hard and competitive. The ball’s in Anetra’s court, but one thing is for certain.

Sasha’s going to come out on top here, she just knows it.

They get ready in relative silence after that. A little small talk here and there, comments about how good the other looks, but nothing of much substance. Which is fine by Sasha; it gives her time to focus. Time to concentrate on how to pose her body while examining herself in the mirror, to tilt her head in the best angle to keep an eye on whether Anetra is watching without actually looking at him. Time to plan her next move, how she’ll gain even more control. By the time other girls start trickling in, she can tell she’s finally caught Anetra’s attention in the exact way she wants to. He’s not desperate, not completely entrapped—not yet. But he’s invested, and that’s what counts.

“C’mon, let’s go grab a drink, yeah?” she invites Anetra with an extended hand as the room continues to get more crowded, filling the space with loud conversation, cackling, and bickering. Anetra had started to shrink back in the face of the growing chaos, and it’s cute, really—Sasha can’t help but want to take care of him, and if it means stealing him away for a little more one-on-one time, well. That’s really just a bonus, isn’t it?

“Okay,” Anetra smiles, grabbing Sasha’s hand to pull him up.

His grip is tight, warm, and feels exactly how Sasha thought it would in her hand.

—

“... And yeah. Long story short, she’s a liar and that’s why Derek don’t like her.”

Sasha giggles as Anetra’s story comes to a close, shaking her head at the admittedly strange tale that’s just been laid before her. They’re two rounds of tequila shots in, and both Sasha and Anetra are feeling a little looser. Maybe it’s because of the alcohol, or maybe it’s just because Anetra’s drag persona has taken over, but Anetra definitely more of himself now. Just like when they were alone together, there’s a twinkle in his eye and a lopsided ease to his smile as he talks. It’s a collection of mannerisms Sasha is familiar with, because she’s employed them plenty of times herself. Part of her wonders if he knows that, to be honest. Whether watching the coy expressions in her performances and the deliberate yet easy way she occupies her hands during conversations have inspired his style of flirting now. Probably wishful thinking, she knows; very few people are that calculating in their flirtation, and she gets the sense that Anetra is a little too genuine to be one of them.

Good thing Sasha isn’t, then. It’ll make winning Anetra over that much more satisfying.

The music cuts suddenly, drawing their attention to the front of the room as a spotlight switches on.

“That’s our cue,” Sasha stands up, grabbing Anetra’s hand again and helping him up off his own stool. “Might as well make our way backstage.”

Sasha’s first number is third on the lineup, but the wait to go on feels so long that she might as well be sixth. Every moment is spent with Anetra by her side, his presence both calming and nerve-wracking at once. Might as well use the time she has; Sasha keeps an eye on Anetra as they wait, deliberately making a show of fixing and flipping her hair and adjusting her outfit every time he’s looking. And just like Sasha knew he would, Anetra spends a lot of time looking.

Perfect.

“Alright now, I know all of you have been waiting for this one. Please give it up for Sasha Colby!”

The opening bars of Santa Baby start playing, and any trace of anxiety she’d had before slips away, real-life Sasha taking a back seat as Sasha Colby settles in.

She doesn’t look back as she walks onto the stage to the beat of her music, because she doesn’t have to. She knows Anetra is watching.

Santa baby,

Slip a sable under the tree for me…

Sasha traces her hands up her body, twists her hips from side to side.

Been an awful good girl…

She flutters her eyelashes as she steps out of the move, dragging a pointed foot behind her as she moves slowly across the stage.

Santa baby…

She looks up at the audience, careful not to break character as she scans for her target. And then she sees him.

So hurry down the chimney tonight.

Anetra is standing right in the middle of the crowd, staring without moving and watching without blinking. It’s the perfect position for Sasha to mess with him a little more, and even though she wasn’t planning on getting off-stage for crowd work this number, she supposes she can make an exception.

Think of all the fun I’ve missed…

Sasha locks eyes with Anetra as she drops down to her hands and knees, arching her back as she crawls to the edge of the stage.

Think of all the fellas that I haven’t kissed.

Sasha straightens up onto her knees, sits back on her heels before putting one foot in front of the other and sliding off of the stage. It’s not a particularly high one, making it easy for Sasha to land on her feet so that she doesn’t break her stride.

Next year I could be just as good…

The closer Sasha gets, the hungrier Anetra looks. And by the time she’s come face to face with him, he looks completely taken, primed for Sasha to go in for the kill.

If you check off my Christmas list.

Sasha grabs Anetra around the waist, pulls him hips-first against her body before leaning in to completely close the distance between them. It’s a chaste kiss, just a tease, but Anetra chases it nonetheless when Sasha pulls away.

Too bad the music is still going--part of Sasha really would have loved to stay in Anetra’s arms. But she’d better get back on stage; she’s got plenty of other strangers to seduce.

The rest of Sasha’s number is a blur, but she tries to keep her same energy going, shaking her ass a little bit extra and biting her lip when she sends a smile the audience’s way. By the time the music ends, she’s almost sure Anetra will be wanting the more the minute she steps off stage. She just needs to…

Wait.

Sasha rushes off to stop the impending frown from taking over her face when she stares into the crowd, only to see that Anetra is gone. She looks around frantically the minute she’s safely backstage, hoping to catch the other queen lining up and getting ready to perform, for that to be the reason he'd left. But to Sasha’s dread, he’s nowhere to be found.

A pit opens in Sasha’s stomach, her mind racing as fast as her heartbeat. Had the kiss been overkill? Had she pushed Anetra away, taken it too far and offended him without meaning to?

No, that couldn’t be. He’d leaned into the kiss, been just as active a participant. But still, the fact that he’s gone…

“She’s in the dressing room. Probably touching up that lipstick, honey.”

Sasha almost jumps out of her skin at the sound of Salina’s voice. Salina has a shit-eating grin on her face, and she looks Sasha up and down with a bemused sort of scrutiny. Sasha isn’t surprised, really; she and Salina are so close that at this point, Salina can read Sasha like the morning paper. Which makes it all the more mortifying when Salina opens her mouth again, already giggling before she’s gotten her sentence out.

“She’s on in two numbers, so don’t take too long.”

Sasha’s off like a shot.

There’s no one buzzing around the dressing room, every queen and staff member too busy with the show going on. But the door is closed nonetheless, and it makes Sasha hesitate when she lays her hand on the door handle. If Anetra is alone, he might not be expecting anyone to come in, and if he really is adjusting his lipstick, then it’s kind of a dick move to surprise him. Then again, even a knock might--

Oh no.

Sasha’s eyes widen as her body pitches forward, the door’s broken lock giving way and bringing Sasha with it as it swings open. Shit; she must have been putting weight down on the door without meaning to.

What she finds when she finally regains her footing, though, certainly isn’t Anetra redoing her lipstick. No, it’s much, much more interesting than that.

“Occupied?” Anetra squeaks, turning beet red, but it’s too late. Even though he’s taken his hand away from himself, hidden it behind his back, Sasha knows what she saw. And even though Anetra could try to deny it if she were to call him out, it wouldn’t be believable--not while his erection is still maintaining itself right in front of Sasha’s eyes.

Well. Certainly not the timeline Sasha had been planning, but who was she to reject such a pleasant turn of events?

“Looks like you got a little problem there,” Sasha closes the door behind her without looking, her eyes on Anetra the whole time. “Did our kiss get you that hot, baby?”

Anetra’s breath shudders as Sasha stalks towards him, all his bravado suddenly gone. “I didn’t--I wouldn’t’ve--it’s just really uncomfortable to tuck--”

“It’s okay,” Sasha smirks as she gets closer still, “I’m pretty happy about it, honestly.”

“You are?”

“Mhm,” Sasha reaches out a hand to finally close the distance between herself and Anetra, gently stroking his warm, still-flushed cheek. “It’s what I wanted, after all. And I think you wanted it too, didn’t you?”

“I’m--I’m not usually into women…” Anetra stutters, and it’s adorable, it really is, so much so that Sasha can’t help but let out a little laugh.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, sweetheart,” she consoles, allowing her hand to trace down from his cheek along the strong line of his jaw. “You wouldn’t be the first little gay boy I turned, trust me.”

Sasha suppresses a shiver as she strokes her thumb over his neck just in time to feel his muscles squeeze as he swallows hard. She can feel his pulse hard and fast under her touch, and it only serves to make her impatient, make her desire--no, her need --to absolutely wreck him grow.

“You’re on in two numbers, you know,” Sasha leans in to murmur in Anetra’s ear, savouring the way his breath hitches. “Not a lot of time to make that problem go away, huh? Unless…”

Anetra doesn’t fight Sasha’s hand as she brings it down from his neck to his body, stroking and scratching its way over his chest, his abdomen, the crest of his hip.

“What d’you say, sweetie? Should I help you out, make you feel all nice so you can focus onstage?”

Anetra has barely nodded before Sasha has dropped to her knees.

It’s honestly unfortunate that time is of the essence, because Anetra’s thighs are a wonder to behold in front of Sasha’s face. Muscular and defined, all Sasha wants is to worship every inch of them. And if it were any other night, Sasha probably would, might take her time biting and scratching them, leaving enough marks that Anetra would have to wear tights onstage for weeks. But she settles for licking up their surface, her tongue travelling slowly up every smooth ridge she can feel under it. Anetra squirms in response, so Sasha reaches around to grab his ass, squeezing hard and pulling him closer. He heeds the warning, and despite the whimpers that start to escape his lips, he stays frozen to the spot to allow Sasha to work.

Sasha pumps Anetra’s cock a few times first and takes stock of his reactions to every movement. Whether he likes the faster strokes, likes greater pressure or a looser grip. It’s a shame she doesn’t have too much time for experimenting; even with just a touch, Anetra is whining and his hips are stuttering, and Sasha can tell that he’s the kind of lover who she could reduce to a submissive puddle with enough time.

Well, maybe in the future. For now, she knows exactly what she’s going to do.

Sasha teases Anetra’s tip with her tongue at the same time that she brings her hand to his scrotum, palming it gently to get him worked up. Sasha plays with Anetra’s balls with a goal in mind, finding her target right at the moment that she takes a little more of his length in her mouth.

“ Fuck ,” Anetra lets out a shaken, wounded whimper as Sasha gently pushes two fingers upward into his sack, teasing at the entrances of his inguinal canals. His fist tangles into her hair, and he pushes her farther down onto his shaft as she thrusts her fingers further up. She pumps in the same rhythm that she sucks, smiling through her ministrations when Anetra’s pushing gets more aggressive, his whimpers turning to moans that finally turn to growls.

Guess the poor little puddle-in-the-making had more fight in him than Sasha thought.

“Behave, or I’ll leave you pent up,” Sasha comes off of Anetra’s dick long enough to threaten, not breaking the rhythm of her fingers.

“Sorry,” he gasps. “Keep going, I’m almost-- shit, I’m almost there…”

Sasha doesn’t need to be told twice. She takes Anetra’s length in her mouth again, sucking lightly but picking up speed quickly. Before long, Anetra is finally spilling over. He comes with a string of swear words chanted like prayers, mixed in with reverent chants of Sasha’s name. It’s intoxicating to hear, mesmerizing to see, and Sasha has to force herself to pull away when he’s finally come down.

“Holy shit ,” Anetra mutters, collapsing against the makeup stations as he tries to catch his breath. “Sasha, that was…”

“I know,” Sasha winks as she stands, dusts off her knees and adjusts the hem of her costume.

“Now quick, get tucked again—you’re on after this number, and I’m pretty sure it’s almost over.”

#screaming crying this is so good i missed them sm #sashnetra

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