"If anyone gives you a hard time, just tell the DJ," Kelly said. "He'll kick them out. They run a tight ship here, and they want everyone to be comfortable."
The dance floor was almost filled with moving bodies, except around one of the two posts that ran floor to ceiling at either side. At one of the posts, a woman was doing the most erotic pole dance Ryanna had ever seen, not that she'd seen many. The woman, in a tight, strapless dress and boots with three-inch heels, hugged the post and shimmied down to a crouch, then turned to face the other dancers and ran her hands over her breasts. She wriggled her way back to standing, then put one foot so far up the post she looked like she was doing a vertical split. Even though she had no interest in women sexually, Ryanna had to admit what she saw aroused her. And made her feel more than a little inadequate in her tank top and tight jeans. "Who's that?" she asked. "She's a good dancer."
"That's Luscious." Glenys giggled. "She's a he."
"What?" Ryanna stared at the dancer, whose body looked extremely feminine, including a pair of round, full breasts. "That can't be a man."
"Haven't you ever heard of drag queens?" Kelly shook her head. "You're so innocent. It's cute. Luscious is a pro drag queen; she performs at a club in the city, but she's here every party. She's friends with the hosts." She lowered her voice slightly. "I think she's lovers with both of them, too, but I don't know for sure."
The song ended and people on and around the dance floor burst into applause as Luscious bowed, then curtsied. She gave the post a hug, to the laughter of the others, and strode off the dance floor. Right over to Ryanna and her friends. "Hi, honey." Her voice was deeper than that of most women, but not so deep that it would give her away as a man. "You're new here, right?" She nodded to Glenys and Kelly. "Good to see you again."
