Chapter 6
THE AFTERMATH
"Who is it?" Carmine yelled, not wanting to open the door to just anybody.
"It's the manager!" a growling voice screamed through the door. "You and your band of thugs get the hell out of here, understand?"
"Wait'll I get dressed," Carmine shot back, wondering why he was so perturbed about a little bare tit in the show.
The audience dug her and that was really all that should matter. Carmine changed back into her skirt and long-sleeved shirt and stuffed her performing outfit into her little carrying case. There was another knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Carmine said quietly.
"Monti," a soft voice answered back.
"Who?" Carmine said bewildered.
"Monti DeRuso," the soft voice said again. "I just want to meet you and give you some flowers. I enjoyed your performance so much. Please let me see you."
"Just a second," Carmine said reaching to open the door. She was flattered to have fans pounding on her dressing room door.
"Hi," she said as Monti handed her a large bouquet of snow white gardenias. Their fragrance was delightful and Carmine hugged them to her face.
"I just had to get them for you," Monti gushed. "Your performance was so thrilling for me." Monti moved into the room and stood gripping his hands together.
He was a tall guy with jet black hair and rosy skin. He had on a suit with a vest and was well groomed. The pale skin of his cheeks clashed with his black eyes and hair and he seemed to blush and cringe as he stood before Carmine.
"Why thank you," Carmine said graciously, turning deliberately from him and swinging her big black buttocks in front of him as she walked over to put the flowers in a vase on the dressing table. "I didn't know I had such ardent admirers," Carmine said enticingly.
She figured that this guy would grovel easily before her and she now felt like celebrating her successful stage performance with a little fleshly stimulation and gratification.
"Oh, well," the tall, dark guy stammered, staring at Carmine's feet. "I never saw you until today and ..."
"I understand," Carmine said quickly, wanting to help the helpless guy out. "You just never saw anyone like me before."
"Oh, I've seen people like you before," Monti quickly blurted, "but never on stage like that. Usually its been in the street or some place private."
Carmine understood now. Monti was an experienced love slave in need of a master. He could tell that she was right for him from watching her performance and couldn't stop himself from coming back stage to throw himself before the black woman.
"Why don't you come with me for the night," Carmine said sternly to the shy white creature walking slowly up to him and staring slightly upward into his face.
"Well, I don't think ..."
"Certainly you can," Carmine insisted, thinking fleetingly about the length of his cock. "Come with me and you'll have nothing to worry about."
"I will," Monti said suddenly, straightening up.
"That's good," Carmine said, "and you'll take me out on the town, too. I want to celebrate my performance victory by visiting some fine night spots. Then maybe we can check into a hotel somewhere and get down to some serious business. How's your cock, big boy? Feeling powerful tonight?"
"Oh yes, ah, I mean no," the tall man said, confused. "Anything you say, Carmine."
Carmine could tell from the way the man was dressed and from his expensive shoes that he probably had money to burn. He could take her out and afterward she'd drive him to his knees in the most expensive hotel in town. She was going to celebrate like she'd never done before.
"We're gettin' out of here," Eddie screamed suddenly through the door to Carmine. "The manager's threatened to call the cops! They already had to take some people away in ambulances!"
"Go on," Carmine screamed back to him, "I'm well taken care of."
"We'll use Larry's truck," Eddie screamed back. "He hasn't showed up and he might have been one of the people trampled in the rush for the stage."
"Well, we'll read about it in the papers tomorrow," Carmine said. "See you later."
Carmine wondered briefly about Larry and how he probably got run over in the stage rush. It probably wasn't a good idea to get him a seat so near the front, him being so weak-willed and all.
He probably saw her black tits and lost all control of himself, thinking all the time that he probably had first choice because he was a personal friend of the performer. He probably fought like a terror to get a hold of one of the black swinging tits. Carmine felt sorry for the poor guy.
"Let's go, Monti," Carmine said suddenly, grabbing her suitcase and heading for the door. All of a sudden the phone on the other side of the room began to ring. "I wonder who that could be," Carmine said as she sauntered over to it.
"Hello?" she said cautiously into the receiver.
"Hello Carmine, honey. Your fat friend here. Hear you did great at the gig tonight. Got all kinds of reports on how you just about knocked 'em dead."
"Yeah, that's right, Fat Man. I told you we'd do it."
"Now listen, Carmine. How 'bout me linin' up a few dance gigs for you and the boys to spread your fame around. Your future looks pretty good to me."
"That sounds great!" Carmine said enthusiastically.
"But how 'bout a little more persuasion, Carmine honey? You know I can't forget the last time."
"No thanks, Fat Man. No persuasion this time. You got your fat fingers into my pussy for the last time. You'll be making enough money off us from now on to eliminate the extra curricular activities."
"Okay Carmine, it was only a suggestion. Why don't I give you a ring when I get the jobs arranged? They should start within a month."
"Great," Carmine said, "but make sure they're mostly for white audiences. I need lots of white males in the audience for the act to go over right."
"Right on, Carmine. I'll keep in touch. See ya."
"Bye, Fat Man," Carmine said, hanging up the receiver and standing by the phone for a moment, thinking about their new found fame.
This was going better than she'd even anticipated and maybe she'd continue working on that song and maybe the band could record it! That would be fabulous!
She turned and saw Monti standing by the door waiting for her. She had completely forgotten about him during her conversation with the Fat Man.
"Listen Monti, why don't you get your car and bring it around to the stage entrance. I'll wait for you there. You do have a car, don't you?"
"Well, I use the company car. I'm an interior decorator for a large firm. I like to go to these rock and roll concerts to get an idea of the style of things, you know. I've never liked the music so much as tonight, though. Usually I prefer the ballet."
"Perhaps you know Larry," Carmine said whimsically.
"Larry? I don't think so. Is he a dancer or something?"
"Oh, never mind," Carmine said, getting a little disgusted with this helpless creature. "Just get your car and bring it around back. I'll be waiting for you."
"Alright. See you in a second," Monti said, rushing from the room.
Carmine walked out behind him holding her little carrying case and walked next door to the other dressing room.
"Are you guys in there?" she screamed as loud blares of music and laughter almost drowned out her voice. She pushed open the door and walked in on an orgy scene.
"I thought you were leaving?" Carmine said to Eddie who was jamming his dick into the mouth of a young hippy girl.
"I was, but I couldn't resist this," Eddie said. "I didn't know if these chicks would come along in the truck, and besides, they want to wait for the guys from The Frogs. Evidently they like to fuck with them. We're just warming them up a little.
Also, we did such a great job that they're giving us a little action on the gamble that we'll make it real big soon and they'll have been the first ones to swallow our come. They're sort of speculating on us, they don't want to let a potentially good thing get away and we don't want to let some good ass slip us by. So, here we are!"
"But what about the cops?" Carmine said, continuing to look over the room.
She noticed Billy's big hulk completely nude with two half nude girls hanging off him. He was standing up with one girl's leg twisted about his neck, her pussy crammed right into his face.
The other girl was on her knees and was manipulating Billy's cock with her jaws. His hands held the shoulders of the girl whose legs were around his neck and whose snatch he was eating. Her head reached almost down to where the second chick had her mouth on Billy's cock and she helped her lick his bushy pubic area. They seemed to immensely enjoy what they were doing.
"The cops won't come," Eddie said as he now found it hard to concentrate on any questions. "Even though Billy busted him in the jaw, he still won't call the cops. He's making too much money out of this place to risk having the cops look it over and maybe close it on some technical building violation or something."
"Billy hit him?!" Carmine said, astonished.
"Yeah, didn't you know that?" Eddie said, now shoving his cock in and out of the little groupie's mouth who worked expertly on it, sucking it with the exact amount of power to make it tingle and bulge.
"I didn't realize that," Carmine said, half to herself, gazing about the room again and now catching sight of Butch talking to a whole group of pretty girls in the corner.
The girls all had very long hair and were clad in the latest hippy bead and coat fashions. They must've been a hit if this many girls were around immediately after their show to welcome and provide for them.
Carmine wondered for a moment about Billy's hitting the manager. That would explain why he wasn't around when she went on stage and that would also explain why he didn't drop the curtain sooner when he saw her outfit.
The light man evidently thought that everything, the act and the outfit, were approved and that's why he kept the spot on her and didn't bother disrupting the show in any way. It was sure lucky to have Billy drunk at times, Carmine thought. Billy was the real one responsible for the band's success. If he hadn't flattened the manager, the show might never have gone on.
"See you around," Carmine said to Eddie whose head was completely thrown back now. His eyes were rolling crazily about in his head and Carmine didn't expect an answer. "Don't let the equipment get stolen," Carmine said as she looked down in parting at the pretty young girl who worked so well on Eddie's cock.
It was the same Fay that had done Butch so well before the show, but had now deserted to Eddie. Butch didn't mind now, though because at least four girls of all shapes and sizes surrounded him. He could have his pick of the litter.
Carmine glanced back and saw Eddie's warped cock bulge and burst with a giant gob of sperm into Fay's mouth. She shut the dressing room door as she heard Fay scream with delight at the bitter sweet taste of it. Carmine walked to the stage entrance and immediately saw Monti waiting straight-backed and obediently for her.
"Hi. I began to wonder about you," Monti said, fawning before her. "I began to think you would stand me up."
"Don't be silly," Carmine said, walking down the steps in front of him to the pavement. "Where's the car?"
"Right there," Monti said, pointing nervously to a brand new Cadillac. "Do you like H?"
"Marvelous," Carmine said, opening the door herself and sliding in.
This seemed all too good to be true: a good concert, a promise of some more gigs, and now a new subject to be added to her slowly growing harem of love slaves. Maybe Monti would decorate her apartment for free. But there was no maybe about it. All she had to do was order him.
"Let's go up to the Neckbone Cafe," Carmine suggested immediately after Monti easily started the big car and pulled it into the street.
"Anything you say, Carmine," Monti said, frightened now at being finally alone with the black creature and completely at her mercy. He'd been in this situation many times before, but had never been able to get over the feeling of doom that always preceded his acquiescent adventures.
"What do you do besides decorate houses, Monti?" Carmine said, now leaning against the car door and eyeing her new found conquest.
"Well, I'm married and have two children, but of course my wife doesn't know anything about this," Monti smiled hesitantly. "She's very mean to me and turns my own children against me. She doesn't think I'm manly enough and yells at me right in front of them. How do you like that? A wife yelling at a husband right in front of his own kids?"
"Why, that's simply disgusting," Carmine said. "And now you're going to show her that you don't have to come home every night and take that kind of stuff from her, aren't you?"
"That's right," Monti said in the angriest tone that Carmine had heard him use all evening.
"Well, we'll show her that she doesn't have the control over you that she thinks she does." Carmine moved closer to Monti and touched his arm with her black hand. "You have such smooth white skin, Monti," Carmine said as she touched Monti's hand as it gripped the steering wheel.
"Please don't touch me while I'm driving, Carmine. I can hardly keep a grip on the wheel," Monti said, quaking in fear.
"I understand," Carmine said. "I understand perfectly." She sat straight up in the seat and placed her hand on Monti's knee. His foot seemed to react by slamming down on the gas pedal. "I just want to give you a little preview of the things I have in store for you this evening, Monti. I just wanted you to be excited about our coming evening together."
"Oh, I am excited, I am!" Monti said quickly, feeling the firm fingers of Carmine's black hand on his knee.
He drove as best he could and pulled up in front of the cafe. An attendant parked the car while Carmine and he walked into the cafe and had a large meal of Cornish hen and squid.
All through the meal Monti's mind raced relentlessly out of control. What if someone he knew would see him here with this black savage? His secret would be uncovered! But this was an obscure place and he seemed to settle down after he noticed that the clientele were mostly white men with black women. Carmine had known what she was doing when she picked this place for supper.
His mind settled down and he enjoyed his dish of boiled squid livers while he stared at Carmine across the table. She was the epitome of what he wanted in a master. She was tall, lean, and black, and sat so straight and proud while she ate. No food dribbled from the sides of her mouth and no peas slopped off her plate onto the table cloth. She was in complete control of everything she did and he couldn't wait for the meal to end and for her to lead him to a fine hotel where she would take complete advantage of him.
"That was a fine meal," Monti said as he and Carmine waited outside for the car.
"It was wonderful, Monti. Thank you for taking me to such an elegant place," Carmine said, shivering slightly in the cool night air.
The car pulled swiftly up driven by a Negro attendant. He eyed Carmine suspiciously as he opened the door for her and she slid into the front seat. She winked at him as he closed it and he smiled as Monti gave him a big tip. Monti then walked around and got in the driver's seat.
"Head up to the Townhouse Hotel," Carmine said. "That's the best one I can think of. Or maybe you'd rather just come on down to my place? You can get some ideas on how to redecorate it. I should be getting that done."
"That sounds wonderful," Monti said, happy to be able to assert some of his knowledge before he was forced cringing to his knees by the black female. He wanted to see her place. He wanted to see how a performer lived.
Monti drove the car steadily to Carmine's pad and he swiftly parked the car.
"The company gives you this car?" Carmine asked as she opened the car door herself and got out.
"Yep," Monti said quickly, "and they also pay for my meals when I take prospective clients out to be entertained."
"I guess that means me," Carmine said, leading the way up the narrow stairs to her apartment.
She was determined to have Monti do all the work tonight. She didn't want to have to bother with reprimanding him or having to adjust original orders in the middle of their sex actions. She hoped Monti was as experienced as he sounded. His wife must've forced him into this many times and he should know exactly what to do and what to expect.
Carmine felt her black pussy lips moisten as she thought about the tall white man thumping the wooden steps behind her. She hoped his dick was snow white as well as straight and tall. She wanted a mammoth white cock inside her, a white whale of a dick, a Moby Dick.
"Here we are, Monti," Carmine said opening the door of her small apartment and immediately rushing in and flopping on the bed.
Monti walked in behind her uncertainly, looking around. He shut the door and the room was pitch black. He stumbled over some furniture.
"Wh, Where's the light?" Monti stammered, feeling afraid again and fumbling around at the wall.
He didn't want to be alone in the dark with the black creature even though he secretly wanted her to assault him. He secretly wished she'd pounce on him and get this constant uncertainty out of his brain. He was tortured on the one hand by terror of the black creature, and an incessant desire to be commanded and raped by her on the other.
"On the wall near the chair," Carmine's voice boomed out in the dark.
Monti fumblingly found the light and when he switched it on saw Carmine lying stark nude on her bed, her black pussy bush thrusting upward and out at him. For a second, he was scared by it. It represented to him a wild new tangle to get involved in and he was fearful of losing his cock in the vines of the kinky brambles.
"How do you like the decor?" Carmine asked softly, straining her pubic hump skyward, making her arching movements the first thing to catch his eye.
"Err, just wonderful," Monti replied starting to sweat and waiting for his first commands.
He stared at the black Carmine and noticed how well her black skin blended in with the pussy hair clumps. It was hard to tell where one left off and another began, the hairs beginning almost imperceptibly just below the belly button and then arising in a mammoth growth at her cunt hump, everything all one shade of black-black on black to be exact.
Only the textures of this black beauty seemed to change from skin to hair. From the rough black skin of the arms and neck to the smooth skin of the belly, to the tangled kinky pubic hair-all was jet black. Only the greyish breasts capped with darker nipples interrupted the one tone color continuation of Carmine's skin color. From a professional point of view, Monti was fascinated.
"Take your clothes off and come to me, Monti," Carmine said softly, reaching out gently for him with her hand.
"I don't think I can," Monti stammered, stumbling over to the bed and sitting on it, burying his head in Carmine's firm stomach. "I feel so weak in front of you. Please do it for me."
Monti climbed onto the bed and stretched out full length beside Carmine. Carmine sat up and began undoing his tie.
"Oh my God, oh God," Monti mumbled as Carmine worked on getting his clothes off. "Oh please, oh God!" Monti continued to babble in a trance-like mum bo jumbo.
Carmine was aware of the sweat running down his neck and face as she removed his shirt and noticed the surprisingly thick growth of hair on his chest. She wasn't used to having long slaves with so much chest hair. Usually their hair was like the pink skin of babies. But Monti seemed to be some kind of love slave freak. He even seemed more helpless than the others. Carmine was weary of undressing him and she wished he would at least do that.
"Take off the rest of your clothes yourself," Carmine screamed suddenly, realizing that he would have to follow her every whim.
"Oh yes, Carmine," Monti said quickly. "Please don't be angry with me. I didn't mean to make you do any unnecessary work. Please forgive me, Carmine. Oh please do."
"I forgive you," Carmine said, lying back down on the bed and raising her knees.
Monti stood tall beside the bed looking at the black creature while he tore at his own clothing, pulling it off as quickly as possible. Finally, he was nude except for his underwear and he hesitated at that point.
"Well, go on," Carmine said, puzzled at his pause. "Aren't you going to pull down your underwear?"
"You do that, please Carmine. I want you to do it," Monti pleaded, tears almost running down his face.
This was a little strange and Carmine couldn't understand his reluctance to do it himself. She could already see the fine bulge of his cock and knew in her heart that it would be a fine, strong shaft.
"Alright, Monti, I'll do it," Carmine said reaching over with one hand and tugging on his underpants. They slid down easily and a monstrous lily-white cock sprang forth surrounded by perfumed fluffs of purple pubic hair. Carmine was astonished, to say the least.
"Do you like it?" Monti asked pleadingly. "Oh, please say you do. Please approve of my pubic preparations. It's perfumed with the delicate fragrance of violets. Isn't it wonderful? I just know a sensitive artist like you would appreciate it."
"It is lovely," Carmine said hesitantly, wondering to herself about the mental balance of this particular love slave.
Well, his cock seemed straight and strong and in the final analysis that's all that matters. She reached over and grabbed the thing. It jutted out straight and true as an arrow and felt firm and fleshy in her black hand.
"Lie down," Carmine said, and Monti immediately obliged, laying flat on his backside next to Carmine.
Carmine sat up and straddled Monti's big chest. She slowly inched her black, lean body upward until her pussy was right on Monti's face. His tongue jutted out into her black crack while his nose breathed the scented hairs of her pussy bush.
Carmine arched her head backwards and let the pussy-licking sensations take their effect. She felt the chilly tingling radiate out from her cunt to her other parts, and when she felt she was just about ready to explode with lust, she eased her pussy away from Monti's experienced tongue and slid her black buttocks over his hairy chest and down to his purple pubic area.
She felt his long white cock scrape along the crack of her ass. She then lifted her black body slightly so the long white rod was at the correct angle to go plunging into the black insides of Carmine's well-greased pussy.
As Carmine hoisted herself above the lily-white cock, she couldn't help but notice the beautiful hue of purple that Monti had so carefully dyed. She wished she had her camera to record this artistic scene and the meeting of the wild black kinky jungled bush with the fluffy purple shag.
She let the weight of her body down on the white cock tip and it burst through her pussy lips into her cunt canal. It felt good sliding up into her and Carmine took one last look at the purple hairs as they met her black ones and then settled down on top of the docile white male to enjoy the stiffness of his one hard organ.
"You've a fine, hard cock, Monti," Carmine told the squirming white man. "I bet your wife loves it."
"Oh, she doesn't appreciate me at all," Monti whimpered. "That's one of the reasons I'm here with you. At least you appreciate how considerate I am. My purple fluff would be a passion provoker for any woman but my wife. I think she stays unaroused on purpose, just to make me feel upset and feel impotent. But my scented shag is a delight to you, isn't it Carmine?"
"Yes, err, it does feel fluffy," Carmine said lazily as she rotated her buttocks on Monti's pointed cock. "Grip me, Monti, and hold onto me tight," Carmine said as she felt her insides near the throbbing point. "Jab me with that long cock of yours, Monti. Jab it all the way into me."
"Yes Carmine, yes. I will. Oh please Carmine, I want to please you. I'll do anything," Monti kept babbling incessantly into Carmine's ear as he pushed upward with his cock and rotated his hips, trying to jam his cock further and further into the black female.
"That's it, that's it Monti! You're doing it!" Carmine screamed as she felt herself begin to go into uncontrollable pussy spasms and clamp tightly with her pussy muscles onto Monti's long, white cock. "You've done it, Monti," Carmine said with a sigh. "Now, that wasn't hard at all, was it?"
"No, it was wonderful," Monti gushed, all smiles and feeling thrilled.
His cock was still hard inside Carmine and he just lay there on his back with the long, black creature on top of him. She had satisfied herself on him and he was happy. He looked around at her apartment and thought of the improvements he could make.
He heard Carmine's breathing become regular and knew she was asleep. He would have to keep in touch with this girl. She was too good to just let slip away. She was a good refuge from his unappreciative wife.
He felt happy having this conquering black creature on top of him and his dick still hard within her. He felt her pussy twitch occasionally on it as she slept.
When Carmine awoke suddenly just before dawn, she found the room dark and Monti gone. She tried to remember what had transpired the night before, but found it hard to concentrate and fell back into a deep sleep.