He was into it

The man looked at the drag queen's smiling face and smiled back. "I knew you would come and ask for a second round." He put an arm around John's shoulder and handed the beer to one of the other men. "Looks like I have something better to do than drink with you." He walked away with John in his arm, who was still pressing his body against the man's and rubbing his and on his growing bulge.

A few times John wanted to break free and run away, but he got his shit together and walked back to the toilets while making the man more and more aroused. At the toilets the man turned John around in his arm and gave him again a passionate kiss. For a moment John was shocked, but then he returned the kiss. He didn't wanted to be suspicious.

"Now that you are into it, you are quite the good kisser." The man said breaking the kiss for a moment. John smiled at him and kissed him on his own. He told himself he had to get the man more into it until he fully let his guard down. But in reality John was also getting into it and his own dick was getting hard. Deeper and deeper John let himself getting pushed into the toilet by the man while they kissed, until the man unzipped John's dress. Again he pulled it down and revealed John's corset pushing up his little mounds of flesh.

John remembered the syringe Dr. Valentine had put into his cleavage. He thought that now was the time to use it. He reached with one hand into the décolleté of his dress.