Drag Queens & Cops

The Butt-Plug is like any other Sex-Shop in the sense that it has its share of freaks, perverts and weirdos. Many of which are regulars. One of the regulars is a middle aged balding man named Frank, or Michele depending on how he is dressed at that point of time... In other words Frank is a transvestite who likes to come in late at night, mess up the lingerie section, try on the women's clothes and never buy anything. Of course I let him do this because I find it all quite amusing.

So on one particular night down at the Plug I notice a bunch of police cars and flashing lights outside in the parking lot. I really don't think to much of this and get back to organizing the porn or whatever else I might have been doing at the time. At this point Frank walks by me and grabs an article of clothing off of a rack and brings it to the dressing room where he will transform into Michele. Some time goes by and a police officer walks in and approaches me at the register. Did a man in blue jeans and a brown sweater come in here, he asks. (It just so happens that this is what Frank was wearing tonight) Yes, I reply. Where did he go? The police officer explains that Taco Bell next door was held up and this was the description of the man who did it. I tell the officer that there is no way it could be the man he is looking for but that there is a regular in the dressing room who fits the description.

The cop walks over to the dressing room and demands that Frank comes out immediately. The door swings open and there stands Frank in a fucking pink spandex Playboy-Bunny outfit with his ball-bag exposed to the world and the fucking bunny ears hanging from around his neck and pointing down at the ground. The cop looked like he was either gonna puke on Franks work boots or shoot him in the face. I'm not sure exactly which thought was going through the officers head at this point in time but I found it all to be pretty fucking funny and couldn't wait to find out. Frank answered a bunch of stupid fucking questions and unfortunately he gave his real name, I was kinda hoping for Michele but he took his interrogation like a man and of course he was innocent but it was a night down at the Butt-Plug that Frank, myself, nor the police will forget.