Spec Challenge: Its not as funny as you think

"Never to be mine."
 
 
Addie
January, 2000
 
 

Louis:-
 
 

"Another round of drinks up here please." the patron screamed out to me.
 
 

"Coming, I'm coming. Keep your shirt on." I yelled back.
 
 

My feet were killing me. I had been working behind this bloody bar for hours. Its hot, I'm tired and all I want to do is have a drink of blood and sit down.
 
 

I poured yet another round of "wild orgasms" the current favourite drink of the stupid morons who hang around here every night. They never even thanked me. All I got was a wink and a lustful grin.
 
 

"And now for the one, the only. Lestat le Pant." Eric announced, and I looked up from my aching feet to watch the floor show.
 
 

Lestat was by far my favourite female impersonator. He had all the right moves. Besides being so sexy and muscular, with the most kissable lips I had ever seen, he could really dance.
 
 

I felt my temperature rising as Lestat wiggled his hips, as he pouted into the microphone singing, "All I ever do, I do it for you."
 
 

Sighs and shouts of adulation sprang up from the local punters, all of them flinging money at Lestat as he slowly peeled off his blouse.
 
 

I could feel the perspiration running down by back.
 
 

His eyes were on mine, I was sure of it. His little black bra barely concealed his progesterone induced bosoms, his tight little backside barely covered by his lace panties.
 
 

I longed for him. Every night after the show I would hang around in the night-club until he came out of the dressing room. Even in his normal clothes he looked so feminine, so appealing. I wanted to get into those pants of his so badly. But he never took any notice of me. Why would he? I was just a lowly bar-tender after all. With my lank black hair and pale complexion I was no threat to his other admirers, and lovers. He would always say hello to me, but that was all. Then he would disappear for the night arm in arm with someone else. I was startled out of my morose thoughts by Eric.
 
 

"For Godsake Louis, we have thirsty people up the end of the bar. If you can't keep your eyes off the entertainment you can leave."
 
 

"Yeah, yeah." I snarled back grumpily and poured some more 'orgasms.'
 
 

I could do with one of those myself, I thought. And not the kind you drink either.
 
 

Lestat was crooning into the microphone again. His sultry blue eyes staring straight into mine. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would eventually beat right out of my chest.
 
 

He swayed his hips seductively, then ran his own hands down inside his panties, his eyes were closed, his face was serene and seductive.
 
 

My legs were shaking, my penis was acting of its own accord and the perspiration was running down my face. Oh how I loved him. Not just the look of him either. He was sweet and kind and thoughtful. Well to others he was thoughtful. When it was Eric's birthday he gave him a dozen red roses. When Daniel broke up with Armand he took him out dancing.
 
 

When I lost my wallet, and got thrown out of my apartment and fell down the stairs and hurt my leg. Well.....he did say hello to me that night.
 
 

He was definitely looking at me now as he pulled his feather boa down through his knickers and up through his bra. Then he sucked on the microphone like he was kissing me. I blew him a kiss back. He smiled. He actually smiled at me. A warm caressing smile, just for me.
 
 

He was beckoning to me with his slender fingers. I could see his erection under the panties, see the lust for me in his eyes. Oh how I loved him. Oh how I needed him. If only he would talk to me. If only he would let me knead his tired shoulders, kiss those luscious lips. If only..........
 
 

Then the final notes of his song crooned through the night-club, and I watched as he swirled one last time, wiggled his back-side and disappeared back stage.
 
 

My heart finally slowed down and I continued pouring drinks. Orgasm after orgasm. I rubbed myself up against the counter. It was so painful this feeling. Would the counter be my only lover?
 
 

Finally the last of the patrons sauntered outside, and only Eric and I were left to wash the last of the glasses. I swept the floor and picked up the rubbish. That's how I felt. Like the rubbish that found its way into the corners. The rubbish that I had to clean up night after night.
 
 

"Will you lock up Louis?' Eric asked me, and I nodded.
 
 

It gave me one last opportunity to catch Lestat. Perhaps tonight he would talk to me. Or at least acknowledge that I existed.
 
 

There he was, all of a flurry with his bags and his costumes flung over his arm. So handsome now. His makeup all washed off, his hair brushed back into its ponytail. He was coming towards me, a beautiful smile on his lips.
 
 

I stood up slowly, smiled at him. His blue eyes were sparkling, his white skin almost iridescent in the mellow lights of the club. He was coming my way, heading straight towards me. Would tonight be the night? Would I finally get to spend some time with him......my idol.....my dream......my desire?
 
 

My knees were shaking, my hands were trembling, if he spoke to me now my voice would come out garbled, I knew. Would he notice? He was still moving in my direction. His pants were so tight I could see the bulge in them, his shirt was undone to the waist and his chest appeared to be shining. Just a trick of the light, I said to myself.
 
 

He put his bags down, his smile broadened, he was saying a name softly. Was it mine? His arms went out in a beckoning gesture. I was about to walk towards him. Then I heard the name.
 
 

"David, oh David, I am so glad you came."
 
 

I turned, and standing behind me was a tall young man, with dark hair and smouldering eyes. Lestat fell into his embrace and kissed him deeply.
 
 

I bowed my head, tears sprang unbidden and I ran away into the night. He was never to be mine.
 
 

The End.