It was a rough crowd that came to see Drag Queen's dance of the Seven Butt-flossers. She looked out at the crowd assembling in the courtyard. Faces full of black beards and blacker eye glasses that pushed and shoved to get closer to the stage. The eunuch was nervous, never had it seen such angry looking Zionists in cheap shoes. So nervous that it looked for a place to hide if things went wrong that night. Hard for eunuchs to hide, with their soft bodies, flabby tits and girly cheeks, they are easy to spot and the eunuch knew Zionist jidhadist could be mean and this crowd looked particularly mean. They yelled epithets, they screamed in their vulgar spit-throwing gibberish, Hebrew curses at Drag Queen and her eunuch.
Drag Queen held fast. She knew how to work a crowd, the tougher the better for Drag Queen and the eunuch would have to fend for itself if things came to the worse that night. Drag Queen was ready with her fresh supply of crochet butt-flossers. She had made some quite dazzling flossers for just such an occasion. She grabbed them once she saw what type of crowd gathered in the courtyard the other night.
With a flutter of her lashes, Drag Queen signaled to the eunuch to begin playing its flute. The music tempered the crowd and hushed their Hebrew curses. Drag Queen, kneeling with her flowing lavender scarf draped around her body, swayed to the flute's soft tones. Once she rose and presented her large ass to the crowd, the eunuch dropped its flute and picked up its drum, chanting to its beat played out by its soft hands.
The crowd approved. Grunts and snarls replaced their cursing. There were hints of smiles being formed in their matted black beards. They still had on their cheap black coats though and this worried Drag Queen. She couldn't see how much coin they possessed, if they had coin at all. Tonight's performance might end with a tilt rather than the eunuch diving to the stage to retrieve fortune.
She ground her great ass cheeks. The orbs bounced and mooned the crowd but these hardcore Zionists were not that easy to please and quickly she displayed the first butt-flosser, having her ass lips twitter with the strings that ran down the length of her great crack.
It wasn't working, the eunuch could see that. Drag Queen could see it too and twirled faster throwing butt-flossers to the crowd. They grabbed them but didn't sniff them. Instead they snapped them at Drag Queen's ass, smacking her with her own butt-flossers. Drag Queen knew this meant trouble. She shook her booty, she shimmied her wares and thumped her buns about the stage but it didn't help.
Before the eunuch could throw its drum, before Drag Queen could slip off stage, the Zionist in black hats and cheap black shoes overwhelmed the hapless performers. The eunuch bleated as its soft teats were mauled. Drag Queen clamped her butt cheeks tight to fend off the fingers of the Zionists.
It did no good. In the end, among Hebrew curses and black beards, the two were ravaged. I saw Drag Queen this morning, she was ragged, her clothes still torn and marked. Her eunuch still hiding on the side of the bunker, its soft tits scratched and swollen. Drag Queen took her trash out, she knows trash.
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