E is for Erica

I heard him do the last couple of jokes in his act, the very last was even dirtier. He did some sort of combination of bowing and curtseying, edging off stage and towards the bar, out of the door past me. I was impressed, very impressed. I mean, I'd heard about drag queens and TVs and so on, but I'd never actually met one. But this one, she looked good, rather he looked good.

I looked at his retreating bum with some appreciation. I've always been an admirer of well-dressed women, this guy certainly had that part of his act off pat. The long deep blue glitzy dress was typical of drag queens, not that I had any great experience of them that is. But I'd seen pantomime dames, watched some of the female impersonators on TV, this one was certainly up to par. I'd only really seen the legs and the high heels close up, extending provocatively below the hem of the tight shapely dress. But, for a man, those legs indeed looked sensational.

The audience were still jeering, this time at the -- male - compere who was trying to carry on with the formal part of the evening, giving out trophies and awards and so on. I wasn't at all interested in that. But I could see the comedienne, 'Erica', at the bar.

I mean, in the situation I was in, just staying there the night, hopefully getting myself relaxed prior to my interview, I should have maybe just looked. No more than that, certainly. But an urge came upon me. I was fascinated by 'her', he was just getting himself a drink. He lifted his bum up onto a bar stool, crossing his legs, allowing the long split in his dress to open, to reveal - well - legs. Totally luscious legs, I've always been a leg man, I admit the sight of them excited me in a way. I crossed over to the bar and stood there beside him.

"I'll get that" I said to the barman, holding out a note, "and another half please."

I turned towards 'Erica'.

"Hi there, I'm Ben, pleased to meet you. I only caught the end of your act, I thought you were very good. Difficult audience, I imagine."