Several less canny sorts lost their waliets. The dress she wore was hot pink with black sequin sleeves. A slit revealed a shapely thigh and calf as the turbaned woman swished her black satin scarves to the delight of goggle eyed observers. A blond mustache added a piquant touch to an otherwise homely face. About two dozen transvestites identifiable by slipping misshapen bosoms volunteered for the show.
Two make believe ladies performed exotic dances while balancing two feet of feathered headgear on their pointed little heads. One blushing bride greeted friends by flashing a chalk white penis which those adept in figuring out social nuances immediately shook with barely a bat ofthe five-inch eyelash.
Once this exchange was completed petticoats dropped modestly to the floor. Hookers kept a low profile, for good reason. The man was enjoying himself. He led a kick line of working women and queens. He flashed smiles at every lady that would receive them. At least people sardined themselves into two small rooms for the Foreplay Party.
Crepe paper streamers hung from the ceilings. Glitter fell on the vinyl tiles. Metal stack-up chairs were strewn about both rooms for those who could restrain themselves to one area. One young man came dressed as a vampire letter carrier. His companion wore black tights and leotards capped with la silver mink stole. He got his official uniform from a supply store in Oakland. The store asked what the uniform was for.
Margo St. James floated throughout the crowd during the evening beaming and looking every inch a madam in a satin burgundy dress that would grace any house along the Barberry Coast. Towards the end of the Foreplay Party, St. James singled out for praise two black hookers in leotards who had been particularly helpful organizing me Dun uni uomg other work for COYOTE.
