Where The Boys Aren't #14 - Part 3

Those queer women hold boys and girls close—soft, pliable bodies to hold between their thighs at the bar, make-shift toys to steady them through another round of stiff fingers and hot mouths. They grind and circle and stroke, jerking naked hips while their friends come, one after another, knuckles slick, lips parted, the dance floor reeking of salt and sugar.