Summer With Em - Chapter 13

By Julie D Cole

Once we were back at the table I was quizzed to ask if everything was alright and fortunately a simple yes was accepted. Frankie asked if I was OK to carry on and offered to take me back to Em’s in a taxi if I preferred. I managed to convince them all that I was perfectly fine and that I just needed some water. I had to lay it on a bit as if I was still a little uncomfortable and Em whispered that I was a good actress.

George had ordered another bottle of wine and Bec’s had ordered 3 ‘puddings’ and 6 long handled spoons so we could all dive in and sample each one. The boys I’d grown up with at school would never have shared puddings like this and they’d have held a fork in the other hand in case of any encroachment on their plates. As a girl I was learning to share a lot and it was much better to sample three dishes.

I noticed that Frankie had moved her chair a little closer to mine on the pretext that she needed to reach the Tiramisu plate that was her favorite desert. She placed one arm around my waist as she reached and then offered her spoon to my mouth as Becs did to Em and George had done to Amy. I couldn’t really refuse since the others were doing the same and I smiled in appreciation. She looked deeply into my eyes and whispered that I should lick the spoon clean as Em and Amy were doing. She was beautiful and I felt that her eyes were hypnotic. If she knew who I really was would she have looked twice at me never mind offer to spoon me as Amy called it.

We all carried on chatting as the table was cleared by an over attentive waiter who had hovered around all the way through our meal. Frankie stayed close and lifted her arm so that her hand was on my shoulder and asked if I felt any better. Then she made a joke about welcoming me to the pudding club and set of a burst of giggles around the table.

Bec’s then announced we should make a move so we had time to catch the first floor show at the bar/club they had planned as the venue for the rest of the evening. It was a club called Kiki Di’s that Frankie told me was very lively on a Saturday so best to stay close and hold onto her as well as onto my bag. As we arrived at the entrance she took my hand and she told me it was primarily a gay and lesbian night and there would be lots of groups out celebrating with a few hen nights as well as the regulars. She paid my entrance and we headed for the bar where Becs was already ordering drinks. I opted for the drink that was described as ‘long and smooth to tickle the throat’ that brought a burst of laughter from the girls. George said ‘Just what Amy likes. My snaky tongue.’ I felt myself blush but the order was placed.

Frankie passed it to me and said ‘Lot’s more like that if you find that you like it.’

Em moved towards me so that I had protection both sides since the bar area was filling up. Then the lights dimmed and the music started and a voice boomed out welcoming everybody to the bar and introducing the host ‘Miss Kiki Di’ She was big and buxom and heavily made up and she burst into song. She was obviously a man in drag but she had a great singing voice and her bust looked real. She soon had the crowd joining in including Bec’s, Em, George and Amy. Frankie tried to explain that this was the owner of the bar and he now owned several bars in Canal Street and used to perform regularly in Blackpool before he opened Kiki Di’s. ‘Not exactly what I’m looking for in a partner Kimbers. I prefer slim and cute like you.’

She put her arm around me and ushered me to an area where there was a tall table and four high stools and asked if I’d like to sit so I could see the act. She helped me onto the stool and opted to stand alongside. I had to cross my legs to preserve my dignity and she place a serviette on my lap. My heart was racing and my stomach churned a little as Frankie whispered something in my ear and then blew gently that made me shiver. ‘Just look at him selling himself. He has a few boyfriends since he opened this place . Most are hangers on. He is one of the organisers of the Annual Gay Pride. A smart cookie who has helped developed Canal Street. He’s probably worth a fortune.’

As I turned to face Frankie so I could hear more clearly she told me to close my eyes and I just did as I was told and before I knew it her lips pressed against mine with her hand placed gently behind my head to stop me pulling away. I didn’t want to pull away and I responded as best I could given my lack of experience. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and then drew back as Em and Bec’s arrived at the table. ‘We hope we aren’t interupting anything you two.’

Frankie responded , ‘No. I was just explaining our joke about the drink.’

‘Oh yes we believe you. As if. Frankie strikes again so just be careful Kim. She loves playing tongues and we think she invented the drink and its name. She knows Kiki Di. Not her type though just a friend.’

‘OK I’m looking after Kim. She looks nervous and vulnerable in this place so better any chancers see she is with me and keep their distance. Isn’t that what you expected when you asked me to come along.’

Em spoke as she climbed elegantly onto the bar stool ‘Not exactly but you do seem to have clicked so we are happy and we can all relax. Are you feeling better Kim? How’s the drink?’

‘I’m feeling a lot better thanks and the drink does tickle the throat. It has a kick and an after effect.’

That brought out a burst of laughter from the three of them.

I noticed how Em used the footrest to lift and position herself on the edge of the stool before sliding back and crossing her legs. She was wearing a shorter dress than me and she never gave the slightest glimpse of her underwear. I doubted I’d been so elegant and slid back onto my stool and crossed my legs as she had done. It wasn’t the most comfortable position for me but I withstood the painful reminder that I had frontage whereas Em hadn’t. I was glad that I’d adjusted the thong during my visit to the ladies room or I doubted I’d have been able to cross my legs at all. Fortunately I didn’t have a large sack to tuck away and there was no nip. Em smiled as if in approval at me sitting in a more ladylike way.

Neither Bec’s or Frankie opted to sit and in any case both had their legs covered with trousers so they wouldn’t have had to take as much care. I really liked Frankies outfit and wondered why womens trouser suits had more style and a better cut. In any case I was glad that Em had chosen a dress or I’d have felt awkward as the sole member of our group exposing legs. George and Amy were more casual that we four that seemed to be their preferred style. They weren’t out to impress just to enjoy themselves.

I could see them across the room with George singing along with Kiki Di and Amy trying to calm her down as best she could. They seemed to be caught up in a group of girls on a hen party who were drinking lagers out of bottles and handing out shots on wooden paddles. I was sure they’d all be regretting it the following day and some were already looking worse for wear.

As the evening passed another two drag acts followed Kiki Di and one of them was stunning. She didn’t have a great voice but she had everything else and the hen party were clearly making comments that started a banter with the act who was far too smart for them. She had a slit dress up to her waist and long and shapely legs. Frankie commented ‘great butt but that’s a boob job up top. Still they move about a bit and she knows how to play the audience. Shame that the men in here are not man enough for her. She likes real men with muscles like Bec’s chappie. Well as long as they haven’t lost the ability to satisfy a woman or her for that matter.’

I was ready for the ladies bathroom again and Em agreed to go with me whilst Bec’s and Frankie were chatting about their successes at work. There was a queue as we entered and two or three of the hen party were trying to sort out someone who was being sick in one of the cubicles. Em let me go in front of her and it didn’t take me long to finish and I let Em follow me.

I washed my hands and looked for the drier and then opened my bag to look for my comb and lipstick. As I tidied my hair a girl at the side of me commented and said I was new there and that she hadn’t seen me before. She asked my name and introduced herself suggesting we might meet on the dance floor later when the acts had finished. I tried to say that I was with my girlfriend but she looked the other way and shot off with her friends. This place was like a madhouse compared to a mens room with women in various stages of undress going in and out of the cubicles and nothing was left to the imagination. One girl left the door open and was standing astride the pan demonstrating that she could pee like a man after lifting her skirt and dropping her pants part way down her thighs. She was so proud that she turned to show herself to onlookers and I seemed too frozen to move.

There was a bright purple device in her hand that she said was a she wee that she carried everywhere. I wasn’t sure what the attraction about it was but she said it meant she didn’t have to sit on the toilet seat to pee and she used it everywhere and especially outside against a hedge or a wall and had relieved herself alongside boys on coach trips when they’d needed an urgent toiler break. It was light and it was easy to carry in her bag.

Em came out just in time to see the display and she just shook her head in disbelief. ‘Come on Kim it is not the way girls normally behave. These lot are from outside Manchester and they probably live in a village in the countryside.’

She was quick to tidy herself and having got my attention she guided me on how to quickly freshen up my hair and lips. My lips were clearly smudged as a result of Frankies attention and luckily Em had a spare wet wipe that I used to clean my face before applying a new coat. We headed back to our table although it was a struggle and a tight squeeze in parts with people deliberately blocking our way so they touched us. My breasts were touched as well as my buttocks and I was definitely openly groped by one guy. Em said it was in fact a woman with a buzz cut and she had no bust because her breasts were taped so that she appeared masculine. She was more masculine than I could ever be.

George and Amy found their way to us with a tray filled with drinks. My drink had a message from the bar man that seemed to be a common joke. It said ‘Don’t gobble it just take your time.’ It turned out he also was a she but it was hard to tell.

Since the acts were now resting and mingling amongst the crowd the resident DJ started the music and lots of people started to dance. Em invited me first to coach me a little bit before realising that I wasn’t a novice. Apart from the heels of course. As Em looked for Becs and Frankie to join us my admirer from the ladies room decided to cut in and I’d no choice but to accept so we danced two dances and she tried to chat but the music was too loud. By that time Frankie had enough so she took my arm and made it known we were together and that I was off limits. I was worried that there might be trouble but the girl walked away and Frankie took over. I was beginning to really enjoy myself since bars and clubs in London were expensive and I didn’t have a group of friends to go with.

Around 1 am it was time for us to go and Becs was travelling with Em and I since Becs was staying over. Frankie went with George and Amy and the left after hugs and kisses all round. Frankie gave me an extra long kiss but without the tongue this time.

As I was about to sit in the taxi with Becs and Em I heard a scream. The crazy girl who had danced with me appeared from nowhere and hit Frankie on the head with a piece of wood before running off with her friends. It was enough to draw blood but Frankie insisted she was alright and the taxi driver produced some tissues to wipe the blood that seemed sufficient. I agreed to check on Frankie later once I knew she was home safe and waved goodbye.

Em spoke ‘I don’t know first time out and girls are fighting over you. Whatever next?’