Chapter 4
PERFORMANCE TIME
Carmine didn't have much chance to see Peter in the weeks following their first episode together. She remembered him deliciously and desired his obedient manner but was unable to indulge herself due to the heavy rehearsal schedule that she'd drawn up for the band. It seemed that that's all they were doing was rehearsing.
Weeks passed and the day of the concert finally arrived. Carmine had carefully picked out her outfit for that night and knew that it would knock the audience dead. If their playing didn't do anything for the crowd, then certainly her naked tits would.
She was determined to wear nothing but a sheer blouse with her nipples easily plunging through the material. Maybe the wildness of the crowd over her near nudity would spur them to new playing heights.
It didn't seem like that was very possible, though because of Billy's excessive drinking. He never showed up for any of the rehearsals and when he did he was just about worthless. He only wanted to screw some groupie that happened to be hanging around the rehearsal loft or was too drunk to even remember the chord changes or hear them. One time he even forgot his guitar!
"Are you sure the instrument truck is all set for tonight?" Carmine said to the stranger on the phone.
"Yes, don't worry about a thing," the effeminate voice shot back. "Peter told me exactly what to do."
"Okay," Carmine said, still a little uncertain of the person she was speaking to. "Just make sure you get it there on time. You know where the place is?"
"Oh yes, Peter told me everything. Don't worry, I'll be there at six-thirty."
"Alright," Carmine said. "See you then." She hung up the phone.
Peter had arranged for the instrument truck and a driver. He was always seeking some way to help her. What he really wanted was to get close to her black body again, but Carmine wasn't about ready to let him do that. She was seeking some new lusts, some new white cock that would give in to her whims and commands.
She was suddenly tired of Peter's giant but obedient cock. White cock seemed to get used up fast. She didn't want any used material going back up into her sleek insides. Some new conquest would do her ego good. But she needed Peter around. He did have money and whenever he got in from Paris or the Orient he always gave her a call and took her any place she told him to.
Carmine put her little outfit in a small suitcase and headed out the door of her small apartment. She looked for a cab and easily found one. While usually a black person would have trouble getting a cab to stop, Carmine's fine form brought them to a halt every time and she never had to worry.
While riding over to the loft she thought about the songs they planned for that night. They would do about eight songs, all their best numbers. They would end with Paddy Boy Party Doll and start with I Want You To Be My Baby. She figured that they'd have to fit Love Slave Tonight in there somewhere, but hadn't quite made up her mind.
She noticed the cab driver looking at her in the rear view mirror as she sat straight and tall in the back seat. She felt disgusted with the guy as she stepped from the cab and gave him a ten-cent tip. He drove away in a roar.
"Butch! Eddie! Are you up there?" Carmine screamed up toward the loft window. It was only about five-thirty and she was a little early.
"Yeah, come on up," a hoarse voice screamed down to her.
Carmine slowly ascended the steps of the dingy loft building and deposited herself in the small overworked elevator. She thought it would never make it up to the fourth floor but it finally lumbered to the correct stop. Carmine quickly stepped out and entered the loft.
"You guys almost ready?" Carmine shouted.
"Yeah," Butch said, standing in the far corner half nude, trying on different outfits. "I don't know which one to wear tonight," he said. "I don't want to be improperly dressed."
"Well, it doesn't matter that much," Carmine said, moving into the room and putting down her suitcase. "I'm the one that has to worry mostly about that. I'm the one everybody's going to be looking at."
"Well, I like to look my best, too," Butch said, pouting a little and continuing to don various wild looking outfits.
Carmine watched him a second and then turned to walk to the couch to sit down and watch him go through his ritual dressing agony. Butch was like that, never knowing what to wear, but he always ended up putting on the same thing he had on before he started all the changing nonsense. Carmine thought she'd enjoy a good laugh before the concert.
"Now what the hell is going on here?" Carmine yelled suddenly as she saw Eddie seated on the couch completely nude with the equally nude Joyce sitting next to him. They were passing a joint between them.
"Just gettin' a little high before the show," Eddie said. "That way I'll be able to do my best."
"Well get your clothes on!" Carmine screamed, thinking that any moment he and Joyce were going to start doing it in some crazy dog-like fashion.
"Hold your horses, Carmine babes. We've got plenty of time. The guy with the truck didn't even get here."
"Well, he'll be here any second, I already spoke to him." Carmine answered.
"Where's Billy?" Eddie asked, thinking up another excuse and beginning to squeeze Joyce's fat tit. "You better find him before you go hollerin' at us."
Eddie began now to clutch at Joyce's rotund body and she gave in like a willing puppy. Carmine watched them fall over together on the couch and begin jerking and humping motions.
She got on the phone to call Billy. She dialed his number and waited as she watched the pair grope at each other. They seemed to blend together. Their white skin seemed to merge and there was no telling where one body stopped and another started. Joyce's fat looked warm and inviting and they seemed to jiggle so well together, deriving intimate warmth from one another.
"Hello Billy?" Carmine said as she heard a mumbling voice on the other end of the receiver.
"Yeah, what's up Carmine?" Billy's voice drawled into the phone.
"We've got a concert tonight, that's what's up!" Carmine screamed into the receiver, immediately perceiving that Billy was stone drunk as usual.
"A what?" Billy drawled louder.
"A concert!" Carmine screamed. "Now get your guitar and get on over here. The truck is coming by at six-thirty and you don't have much time."
"Well, ah, okay Carmine. Gee, I didn't know-"
"I know you didn't know. Just get on over here."
"Right on, Carmine honey. Be there in a jiffy," Billy said, quickly hanging up the receiver.
"That fuckin' drunk will never make it!" Carmine shrieked to nobody in particular. "I knew this would happen, I just knew it!"
"How does this look," Butch said, modeling a beaded red and brown outfit in front of Carmine. "Do you think it will go along with our music?"
"Oh, how can I worry about your stupid clothes at a time like this! Billy didn't even know there was a concert tonight!" Carmine shot back.
"Well, I sort of like it," Butch continued, ignoring Carmine's wrath and looking around himself to see how the beads fell in the back.
The humping and grunting of Joyce and Eddie was greatly amplified now and infuriated Carmine all the more.
"Come on, you scumbags! Can't you get ready? Don't you realize that there's a time and a place for everything? Can't you get serious for once!"
The fucking couple kept up their movements undisturbed by Carmine's harangue. Eddie's eyes were shut tight and he was in another world experiencing the bottomless warmth of Joyce's fat-lined pussy. It slurped and gurgled with each plunge and push and the odor of their juices started to filter out over them, filling the area with the scent of sex.
Eddie's mouth slobbered over Joyce's fat tits as her fat thighs wrapped themselves around his chunky body. They were both on their sides in curled up positions. Carmine noticed the bottoms of Joyce's feet as she moved closer to the couple. They were pink also, just like the tips of her nipples.
Joyce seemed to be made for the role of flabby love-slave. She seemed unsuited for anything else. Her every part and texture seemed to be molded for warmth and comfort. It was no wonder that Eddie was in such a deep trance. The clampings of Joyce's succulent insides probably drove him into other worlds of feelings and he was completely out of touch with the present world. He was completely unaware of Carmine's anger.
For a second, Carmine wondered if she was jealous that she wasn't constructed as Joyce was, so succulent and desirable. But she attracted the kind of men that she liked and her jealousy passed as quickly as it had come on. Carmine liked to control her men. She didn't like it the other way around.
"Come on, let's go!" Carmine screamed again, this time kicking the screwing couple like they were two dogs in heat.
She kicked them a few times, but her blows didn't seem to be strong enough to uncouple the clamped couple or even disturb their bliss. That joint must've been pretty strong, Carmine thought as she looked at her watch and noticed that it was almost six-thirty.
"This looks nice, don't you think?" Butch said again to Carmine, walking up behind her wearing a green fringed leather suit.
"Splendid," Carmine said disgustedly as she walked back to the other side of the room and bemoaned the fate of the band.
Suddenly, the door burst open and in strolled Billy, his pants half undone and his shirt hanging open. At least he had his guitar with him.
"Well, it's about time, Billy," Carmine said walking toward him. 'The instrument truck is going to arrive any second and ..."
"What the hell is this?" Billy said suddenly, seeing the couple still locked together on the couch.
"What do you think it is?" Carmine screamed. "It's our lovely band getting ready for our big concert, that's what it is. All business."
"Maybe I'll get in on a little of this," Billy said dropping his guitar case absent-mindedly on the floor and mumbling quietly to himself in his silly drunken manner.
He stumbled up to the couch where Eddie and Joyce's pink bodies were still entwined in their pink oblivion and put his soiled hand on Joyce's rump.
'This looks right fine," Billy garbled as he struggled to tear off his pants and pile on.
"Oh, I just can't believe this, I just can't believe it!" Carmine moaned loudly, stomping frantically around the room.
"I think I'll just settle on this outfit, Carmine. You think it's appropriate, don't you?" Butch said once again, preening himself before her.
"Wonderful, just wonderful!" Carmine said exasperatedly. "Now please help me get this equipment ready for the truck. The guy said he was coming at six-thirty and he should be here any minute. I don't want to give the guy a hard time. He's just doing this as a favor, you know. Why don't you help me get some of this stuff ready?"
"Sure Carmine, just let me get my belt and beads on and then I'll be set. Now where did I put that necklace ..."
"Oh, the hell with that!" Carmine screamed. "Help me with these speakers. Let's at least get them near the elevator."
"Okay, okay. No need to get so excited," Butch said, coming over to help Carmine with a big piece of equipment. They lugged it across the room past the grunting threesome now tangled together on the couch.
Billy had pulled all his clothes off and his dirtier body seemed to stand out more markedly from the other two. He had managed to get his head onto one of Joyce's fat, juicy tits and had worked his arm around under her, and his leg over the top of her hip. He was lying right on top of the couple and threatened to fall right between them with his constant head wedging.
Finally, Billy's ceaseless efforts managed to force the screwing couple somewhat apart and he slid in between them. His withered cock was hard and brushed Joyce's soft stomach flesh like a stubby shaft. Eddie was left with nothing to clutch onto but Billy's filthy back and buttocks. He couldn't seem to tell the difference he was so stoned.
Billy clutched onto Joyce and drove his cock toward her slimy insides. Her hole had been so well used lately that there was no trouble locating it and the mangy cock slid right in. Joyce didn't even squirm as Billy's natural humping motions began to take effect and the bodies started vibrating together on the couch.
The motions aroused Eddie from his drug-induced stupor and he crawled on top of the couple and let his cock slide in between the pair. It was wedged right between them above where their hip bones were gyrating together. Eddie felt his cock squeeze and crunch with their motions like spongy rubber. He reached down around behind Joyce to feel her flabby asscheeks with his knee and rested his face on her flushed cheek as Billy kept jamming his cock in and out of her.
"I hope they play alright," Carmine said walking past the couch with Butch. "I hope they return to their senses enough to remember the songs we rehearsed and the special things we were supposed to do."
"Don't worry," Butch reassured her as they walked back over to the other side of the room where the equipment was set up, "they'll remember everything."
"Is this the place?" a voice said timidly from the open doorway. "Peter told me the address but I wasn't able to find a doorman or any lobby or anything and, oh Lord! What is this?"
"Oh, ah, don't worry about that," Carmine said quickly, rushing up to the timid soul in the doorway. "You must be the guy with the truck."
"That's right, but I never expected anything quite as vulgar as this. I mean I'm really not used to ... "
"Now don't you worry about a thing," Carmine said, leading him firmly with her strong black arm from the room. "These are just some perverts who dropped in and started doin' their thing before we could stop them. Why don't you just help us load up the truck. We'll be out of here in no time and you won't have to witness any more of that disgusting scene."
"Well, okay, but I wasn't expecting anything quite like this. You know, Peter told me it was just to help some people move and I borrowed my father's truck and all. I hope you won't let any of this get back to him. Are you Peter's friend? You do seem so nice."
"Ah, yes," Carmine said, "I'm his friend. I'm the one that needs the use of the truck. But don't worry about a thing, your father will never hear a word about this, I'll make sure of that."
"Well, thank you, you do seem awfully nice." The timid guy stood near the elevator looking at Carmine.
He looked so much like a child, yet must've been at least twenty-five years old. He had on fine clothes and Carmine could understand why he was a friend of Peter's. They looked and dressed almost exactly alike and even their manner was similar.
"What's your name?" Carmine said before turning to leave him and begin again to struggle with the heavy electrical equipment.
"Larry," the little guy replied, happy for the first time that he'd finally found the right place and that someone was concerned enough about him to ask his name.
"Mine's Carmine. We'll be out in a minute with some stuff for the truck. You can just wait here and operate the elevator."
"Oh, that's fabulous," Larry said, his eyes all aglow. He'd never operated an elevator before.
Carmine walked back through the doorway into the loft. Much to her surprise Eddie was up and dressed and even humming to himself.
"Well, nice to see you up and about," Carmine said sarcastically to him. "One would think that you had something special to do tonight the way you seem to be bustling about so suddenly."
"Oh come off it, Carmine. I said I'd be ready and I will be. Don't be so uptight." Eddie continued to finish his grooming while Carmine snorted and walked over to where Butch was pushing a heavy amplifier across the floor. "I'll help him with that, Carmine. Why don't you try and get Billy off the broad."
"Well, that's the first sane thing I've heard out of you all day," Carmine said as she turned slowly and looked at Billy now locked more feverishly than ever in Joyce's fat embrace and totally involved in her flesh.
He also seemed transported into another world as Eddie had earlier and Carmine knew it would be a hard struggle to separate the pair. She walked over quickly and kicked Billy in the head with her boot heel.
"Come on, heave-ho, Billy boy. We've got some music to play tonight," Carmine screamed, grabbing hold of Billy's arm and trying to pull him from the couch.
Billy wasn't easily aroused from his stupor and he began grunting and feebly trying to resist Carmine's yanking. She managed to pull his upper half onto the floor, but his stomach and buttocks still remained firmly riveted to Joyce's fat flesh. It was like they had melted together in the heat of their passion and only a blow torch could ever get them apart again.
Carmine stepped back and watched the strangely placed couple. Billy's head and back were dangling down the side of the couch touching the floor, and his side and ass still were up on the couch. Billy seemed to find the position comfortable and fell into a deep sleep, snoring loudly. Joyce seemed also to sleep without a care in the world.
Carmine walked over to the dirty sink and filled a pot of cold water. If this doesn't work then I guess nothing will, she thought to herself. She swaggered her black buttocks over to the stuck couple and with a great sweep of her arm flung the cold water onto their naked bodies.
"Yeeooww!" Billy screamed with a monstrous scraping noise, his cock wrenched from Joyce's innards. It was like the sound of grating sandpaper as the two people were shocked apart and their sexual organs violently separated from each other. "What the hell?" Billy said, blinking his eyes at Carmine.
"We've got to get out of here and you've got to come along. Now get up and get dressed!" Carmine screamed.
Billy lay on the floor feeble, trying to recover slowly from the cold water shock. "I'm comin', don't worry, I'm comin'," Billy said slowly rising to his feet and looking for his clothes.
Strangely enough Joyce still lay curled on the couch. She must've incorporated the cold water flush into her weird dreams and felt it as only another strange and shocking sensation in her sex-filled world.
Billy dressed slowly, pulling on his filthy pants and shirt and groping around for his guitar case. He opened it briefly and pulled out a bottle of cheap wine. He took a few gulps, recapped it, and replaced it back inside the case.
He picked up his instrument and walked outside to the elevator where all the electrical equipment was piling up waiting for the trip down to the street in the elevator.
By now, both Butch and Eddie were hauling equipment and the job was being done quickly. It was after seven o'clock already and they had to be at the theater at eight. They were the first to go on.
Carmine was thinking about her outfit and how she would shake herself during the set that evening. She wanted to have her routine clear in her mine. And especially if the band screwed up everything, she wanted to be able to yell so ferociously into the mike that people would forget about the music and just watch her.
She would have to move around a lot in that case and make sure she was a visual spectacle. She hoped that there were a lot of sexually depraved white boys in the front rows to leap at her when she enticed them. She shook herself slightly as she walked out to the elevator to wait there with Larry.
"You look stunning," Larry said to her. "Do you think you'll be able to get me a front row seat? I've never been associated with performers before."
"Well, I think I can arrange that, Larry," Carmine said, thinking that it would be good to stack the front rows with admirers.
She noticed Larry staring with awe at her black skin, obviously fascinated with her appearance. He'd probably never been so close to a black woman that wasn't his maid and he was completely off guard.
"Do you often go to music concerts?" she asked him as Butch and Eddie continued to shove the last of the stuff out into the hallway.
"Well, I usually just listen to classical music, but I would really like to hear you sing. I'm sure you're just dynamite."
Carmine noticed Larry staring at her tits and his knees shaking. She had never thought of herself as such a star, but this guy was convincing her.
"Well, I am well thought of in high music circles," she said smugly, wanting to reinforce his star image of herself.
Maybe he could convince his rich father to sponsor some new gigs. This angle was definitely worth pursuing.
"Well, who do we have here?" Billy asked in a loud and gruff voice as he walked up to Carmine and Larry by the elevator.
He had just freshened up a bit. His hair was combed and glistening with water. Water also dripped from his chin where he had neglected to dry himself.
"This is Larry," Carmine said to Billy as he glared at the newcomer.
"My name's Billy," Billy said firmly, extending his hand for a gripping handshake. Poor Larry's hand was almost wrenched from his arm as Billy vigorously shook it.
"Pleased to meet you, I'm sure," Larry said uncertainly. He moved sideways slightly behind Carmine, obviously afraid of this big specimen of male. Carmine's blackness acted as sort of a shield for him against this brusque man.
"Well, I guess you'll help us load some of this equipment onto the elevator. We'll have the job finished in no time," Billy said all of a sudden sounding like all business. "Come on, help me grab that drum."
"Well, I.. . "
"Come on, you're a strong guy, you can do it. Let's go," Billy insisted. Larry awkwardly struggled with the light piece of equipment and helped Billy slide it into the elevator.
"That's not his job, Billy," Carmine said in defense of the weak male creature. "He's not here to help us load. He just got the truck for us."
"Well, a little hard work never hurt anybody," Billy protested. "What are you, some sort of weakling?" he said to Larry who was now panting and out of breath from having helped move the one light piece of equipment.
"Leave him alone, Billy," Carmine said shoving Billy back toward the loft doorway. "He's a friend of mine and he's not supposed to do any work tonight. He's going to be one of the honored guests with a front row seat."
"Oh, I see," Billy said leaning against the doorway.
"Get out of the way, would ya," Eddie screamed as he and Butch moved the last piece of equipment out of the room and into the hall.
"That's the last of it," Eddie said to Carmine as he reached into his pocket for the keys to lock the door. "I hope everybody's got everything."
"I think I do," Carmine said picking up her small bag containing the skimpy outfit she was to wear that night. Butch demurely brushed off his green leather outfit and remained quiet.
"Let's get the show on the road," Billy screamed suddenly, starting to shove things wildly into the elevator.
"I'll wait up here with Larry until you get all the stuff down," Carmine said. "Start loading it into the truck, too."
The three guys moved all the equipment into the elevator stacking it in bizarre positions so it would all fit in and then squeezed in themselves. The elevator doors closed and it started its slow descent to the first floor.
"Oh thank you for sticking up for me," Larry gushed, grabbing Carmine's hand. "I just don't know what I can do to repay you."
"Well, maybe you'll be able to help me some time in the future," Carmine said staring him directly in the eyes.
Larry blushed and looked away. He wasn't used to having black women stare him down like that.
"Why don't you sit in the front seat with me?" Carmine continued suddenly getting a shifty look in her eye. "Can you drive the truck with a full load?"
"Oh yes," Larry said excitedly, jumping up and down and wringing his hands. "I've driven these kind of trucks all my life. My father owns a fleet of them, you know."
"Well, we'll just sit in the front by ourselves and let those roughnecks sit in the back with the equipment. We have some things to discuss."
"Oh yes, oh yes," Larry kept saying obviously excited at being spoken to so firmly by a curvaceous creature.
Carmine made sure her tits stuck up right in front of Larry's nose as she spoke to further intimidate him. They were completely covered by the opaque blouse she now had on, but her hard nipple knobs never failed to show through anything she wore and they stuck through even now as she stood there.
"Come on, Larry. Let's go," Carmine said as the elevator returned for them. She pushed Larry ahead of her into the thing and the doors closed.
"I'm afraid of these things," Larry said to her. "I always think I'm going to get stuck or something. Wouldn't that be terrible?"
"Well, don't worry, Larry. I won't let anything happen to you," Carmine said reassuringly to him. "What do you do for a living, Larry?"
"Oh, I'm a ballet dancer with the local company here. If you've ever gone you've probably seen me perform."
"I don't think I've gone to the ballet recently, Larry. Do you wear those tights that are so revealing on specific parts of your anatomy?" Carmine said slowly, leaning slightly forward.
Just then the elevator doors opened.
"Okay, come on Carmine," Eddie screamed, "we've got the stuff in the truck already. Who's driving?"
"I think Larry will drive and I'll sit in front with him. You guys can hop in the back and make sure none of the things fall over if we hit any bumps."
"Aww," Billy said, "why don't you let honey boy sit in the back with us? He can do tricks for us."
"Oh shut up, Billy," Carmine said brusquely, leading Larry by the hand to the front of the truck cab. "Why don't you let me drive?" Carmine said to Larry who now held onto her arm, thoroughly afraid that she would let him fall into Billy's crude clutches.
"Why, ah, I guess so, if you know how. My father would be very angry if you hurt it. You know how to shift the gears? It's very simple and you don't need much strength. My father had this particular truck built especially for me so it would be easy driving."
"I can do it, Larry. Besides, there's a few things I want you to be free to do while we're driving along."
"Wha, what do you mean?" Larry said nervously, uncertain now about having given his full trust to this ultimately wild black creature.
The images of Amazon savages slowly crept into his mind and he knew he would be at her mercy. Oh, how did he ever get himself into such a dilemma! How could Peter send him on such a wild errand!
Peter did get himself involved with strange types, but I never knew he could fall into such a pit of depravity, Larry thought. Peter was always such a fine upstanding person. He was so cultured and refined. This crowd was nothing at all like I expected him to get mixed up with. Maybe this black wild woman was really a good singer and Peter knew what he was doing. I'd just have to see!
Larry got into the front truck seat while these thoughts raced through his brain. His body shook as he slid in next to Carmine who was already behind the steering wheel testing the gear shift.
"This shifts real smooth," Carmine said. "You must take good care of this thing."
"Oh yes," Larry said, feeling a little more at ease. He had been certain the black creature would devour him as he sat there. "I'll try not to do anything to it that would upset Daddy. He has such terrible ulcers, you know."
"Oh really? I didn't know," Carmine said, starting the truck engine easily and shifting it into first gear.
She drove it out onto the street and could hear the shouts and jeers of the guys in the back at passers-by. She hoped they wouldn't get stopped by the cops. She looked over at Larry who sat demurely in the seat with his hands folded in his lap. He had on a white sweater and light blue pants. His shoes were well shined and his hair was thinning. He had a round face with a very large mouth.
Carmine looked at the timid white creature and knew what she wanted. She wanted it then and there and she wanted him to kneel at her feet and grovel in her pussy with his face. She started to sweat as she thought about his pasty white complexion rubbing against the wild bush undergrowth of her pubis.
"Move close to me, Larry!" Carmine suddenly commanded. "I want you close to me."
"Oh please, Carmine. I haven't done anything. Please don't hurt me," Larry whimpered as he obediently moved close to the long black creature. "Oh please, Carmine. Please!"
Larry felt like he was losing control of his mind as he felt his shoulder brush the black woman's arm. His mind seemed to float away in circles and he knew that he never should have gotten into the same seat as this black terror. This was a dirty trick that Peter had played on him, but it was too late to resist now. He now knew the vortex that Peter had been drawn into and the one that he'd been unable to resist or defend against.
And now Larry himself had fallen into it and it was too late for him to resist. This was the time of reckoning and he was about to face it, white to black.