Jinkx slammed the bathroom door shut (maybe a little too loud); immediately throwing her panties and skirt down, then tearing at the tape holding her rock hard member down. "Worst part of drag: tucking. Easy fucking winner." She mumbled to herself. She fumbled with the tape until it loosened, then tore it off, releasing her throbbing cock. "Honey, everything alright?" Alaska called from outside. "Yeah, just... digestive issues!" Jinkx called out, mentally kicking herself seconds later for coming up with such a horrible excuse. She sank down onto the toilet, relieved of the pain of a bound boner, yet exasperated at the fact that even after all this time, she still couldn't quite control herself around Ivy. The dressing room... see, it's crowded at best. One queen does it, the others see it. There are no secrets. It would be a lie if someone said they'd never seen the dick a fellow queen. And that's okay, it's part of the game right? But lately, when Ivy got undressed and into her drag get-ups, Jinkx just couldn't keep herself down. Ivy clothed was titillating enough; Jinkx had spent many-a-night imagining what she did with that body of hers behind closed doors. But seeing her fully undressed, slipping her black lace panties on delicately: seductively, like a porn star, was enough to cause a serious problem for Jinkx. Enough of a problem to regularly send her into the bathroom where she could do what needed to be done, alone. She grasped her solid cock in her fist and gave it a couple of quick pumps. The smallest touch made her bite her tongue, it was so sensitive - so tense. "Alright, let's get this done" she whispered, spreading her hosed legs and spitting on her hand, then lubing up her aching cock. She filed through her mental spank bank, throwing porn aside almost immediately. It had gotten so boring; especially since meeting Ivy. But she didn't want to go straight to the many, many mental images she had saved of Ivy herself either; it just didn't seem right. It seemed... dirty. Wrong. Taboo, if you will. Minutes went by, and Jinkx remembered she was wasting precious time. It was just digestive issues, remember? Mustn't take longer than needed. Jinkx filed through her memories and pictures of Ivy, settling on the time Ivy herself was having trouble with tucking. She remembered, with every detail intact, how Ivy's erect dick stuck out from beneath her dress; how her cheeks flushed red like her lips as she smugly gave it a stroke or two, staring at Jinkx while she did it. Did she mean to stare? Or was it an accident? Jinkx imagined that hard cock teasing the rim of her asshole; how she would beg for Ivy to thrust deep into her, and how Ivy would make her suffer and suffer and suffer, stroking Jinkx's poor deprived cock teasingly for a few seconds, then pulling away. Then just as Jinkx felt like she would explode if she was teased another minute, Ivy would slam into her, grabbing her ass and pulling herself deeper into Jinkx. She would thrust and thrust and thrust, with incredible endurance; Jinkx would feel every inch of Ivy inside of her. And then.... Suddenly, that familiar warm feeling bubbled up inside Jinkx's abdomen. She leaned her head back and continued pumping her dick to the beautiful pictures running fast through her mind. She heard a knock at the door, and jumped out of her fantasy world, nearly falling off the toilet. The door opened, and half of Ivy's face appeared. Jinkx tried to disguise her problem, fidgeting frantically with her skirt, but it was no use. She had been found out. "Don't be embarrassed Jinkx, we all do it." A shy Ivy said. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You've been in here a long time, and you seemed sorta... panicked." Jinkx had no words. She just sat there, plagued by the pure shock of the situation, unable to utter anything more than a mortified groan. She had seriously forgotten to lock the goddamn door. Ivy looked back into the dressing room, and then back at Jinkx. Then she slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She walked over to Jinkx, her stilettos clicking on the tile. "Want some help?" She asked, biting her lip nervously, staring down at a still dumbfounded Jinkx. Jinkx, meanwhile, was lost. Absolutely lost. One minute she was stuck in a fantasy, and now that fantasy is coming true? What is this, fanfiction? Before she had a chance to fight the word "yes" out of her mouth, Ivy was on her knees, exploring Jinkx's dick with her soft fingertips. She stroked up and down the shaft; rubbed her palm around the base like she was polishing a doorknob. Jinkx had forgotten that she had nearly came before Ivy came in, until that "I'm going to fucking burst" feeling came back. She could feel her cock pound and throb on Ivy's ever-so-gentle touch. "I saw you staring at me." Ivy cooed, staring straight into Jinkx's eyes as she did her work. "Why else do you think I make such a show out of it? It'll all for you, darling. It always has been." "B-But-" Jinkx started to say, but trailed off into a deep moan as Ivy took her length into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. Jinkx was in pure bliss as Ivy demonstrated her skill. It was like she knew exactly all the right places to lick and suck; like she'd memorized Jinkx's body long time ago and was just tracing over an old sketch. That warm, tingly feeling invaded Jinkx's abdomen again, and she thrust into Ivy's mouth. "Ivy, I'm gonna, I'm gon-" Jinkx knotted her fingers in Ivy's hair as she came. She threw her head back and white-knuckled it as the passion and euphoria overtook her. As she regained her composure, she looked back down, and saw a big-eyed and cum-coveted Ivy looking up at her. "Sorry for ruining your makeup." Jinkx panted. Ivy wiped a patch of cum off her face with her index finger, then stuck it in her mouth, sucking it off like a Popsicle. "Makeup can be redone." She said. "You'd better clean yourself up and get back out there, don't want anyone to be suspicious." Jinkx put herself back together, although she still looked quite a mess. She started to open the door. "Wait." Ivy said from behind. Jinkx turned around. "Those fantasies you've got? Come to my hotel tonight. I'll make them so much more than just fantasies honey." Jinkx nodded, then left the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She still wasn't sure what had just happened, or how Ivy could read her mind like she had, but she didn't care. She had a date tonight.