Chapter 7
DANCE GIG NO. ONE
"Pleeeasee be my baaabyy," Carmine screeched into the microphone as the couples on the dance floor moved in front of her.
Fat Man had gotten them a series of dance gigs and this first one at the YWCA didn't seem to be going over too well. Carmine did ask for places with lots of white males, but this place was a little too stultifying. Most of these people couldn't seem to relate much to the music and seemed to have trouble dancing. Carmine felt that maybe she wasn't doing a good job.
"Let's try a faster number," Carmine said, turning to the band after the tune sort of petered out. "Let's try Jigaboo Juice Man. That should get them hoppin'."
The band launched into the tune which had a wild driving beat and it did seem that the people wanted to dance, but that they just didn't know how. Larry was the only one who seemed to be out on the dance floor for every number and clapped and screamed the loudest after each was finished.
He had recovered from minor injuries sustained in the crush for the stage during the band's first concert and now looked forward to driving the truck for them and giving Carmine her inevitable pussy licking in the front of the truck before each gig. She was pussy lickin' good, he told her and she sort of liked having a dependable love slave around before each gig.
Monti had disappeared and she hadn't heard from him in weeks. After their first get together he had called her the following day, but she had been busy. She hoped his feelings weren't hurt.
"Yaayy! That was wonderful!" Larry screamed and clapped as the band finished then-song.
A few more kids had ventured out onto the dance floor for that one, but most of them still seemed unable to loosen up. Carmine called for a short intermission and walked down right into the middle of the spectator dancers. She didn't have her sheer clothes on for this gig because she knew it would be an all night affair.
She contented herself with wearing a flimsy blouse with no bra underneath. The protruding of her big nipples was terrifying for most of the males in that place. They had all seemed to be thrown off balance by the appearance of a black woman with discernible nipples. They were embarrassed with their dates which were for the most part, shapeless, pasty-skinned things, frail and ineffective looking, and unable to stand the competition of a wild black woman.
Carmine walked right up to the punch bowl swaying her tits and wagging her ass behind her. The group of plain looking short haired white boys stared at her in amazement. They had never been so close to such a wild African creature. They were terrified.
"Hey," Carmine said suddenly, "some of you guys come with me."
"Us?" some of the boys and men said out loud to her, unable to believe that she was actually directing a phrase at them.
"Yes, you!" Carmine said sternly.
She began to walk toward a side door and walked through it. A group of sheep-like white males followed her, not knowing what she wanted, but too scared to refuse her demand. They looked like a herd of frightened sheep as they followed their black master into a small side room where a bunch of extra chairs were stacked.
"Okay," Carmine said as the timid white group entered. "Now, everybody line up against the wall!" she screamed.
The timid whites didn't know what she wanted, but they obeyed her. They figured that it must be some kind of game that went along with the group's performance. All of the guys plain looking dates stood outside the room chattering among themselves as Carmine walked over to the door and slammed it fiercely in their faces.
"Now pull down your pants!" Carmine screamed suddenly to the group of lined up males. They hesitated for a moment.
"Let's do it, guys," an older, muscled white guy said. "Maybe she can give us some expert advice on our cock sizes and things."
All the other males nodded in agreement. It seemed to make sense that they now had someone before them that knew everything there was to know about cocks and their appropriate sizes and shapes. They would finally get their chance to find out what was wrong with their dicks and what to do about it.
They would also be able to ask all those embarrassing questions that they had never been able to ask their mothers about, and what was wrong with them and why girls never wanted to do it with them. This would be their big chance!
"Yeah, right," a bunch of the guys said as they started to undo their belt buckles.
Pants started dropping to the floor and then guys began pulling their underwear down. The line up was like a bunch of army recruits dropping their trousers before the fierce black female sergeant.
"Me first," a little guy about twenty years old blurted out. He had a crew cut and was chubby.
"Well, that cock isn't even hard," Carmine said, walking over to the short guy and reaching her black hand down to fondle his warm pink white organ. "Surely you can get a hard-on, buster!" Carmine said as she put her hands on her hips and stared direct into the little guy's eyes. "Well, I.. . "
"Forget about him, baby. Look at this," a voice yelled from down the line. Carmine looked over and saw a large white dick sticking out from the line of white guys.
"Now that's more like it," Carmine said. "Let's see you guys all salute me like that dude. Come on," Carmine said, walking along the line of scared white males and fondling each cock until she felt a surge of blood in each one.
She flounced her tits a little in an effort to help some of these guys out. It didn't seem that some of them had hard-ons in years. She could almost hear the cocks creak as they inched upward into outward jutting positions.
"That's it," Carmine said as she walked along the line of men, letting her black hand pat each outstretched cock and making mental notes of the size of each. "Now I'll tell you what your problem is," Carmine said as she stopped at the end of the line and put her hands on her hips. Her tits bounced slightly and all eyes riveted on her vibrating nipples.
"You've got to get hard-ons more often. You've got to shake your cocks around more to get them stimulated and make them grow. It's no wonder that you have so much trouble getting your girlfriends to do anything with you because your dicks have laid limp too long.
"What you've got to do is jangle them more when they're at rest and then when the time comes for them to stretch to full bursting strength, they'll grow into a mile long rod in a minute and you'll never keep a girl waiting."
"But my dick doesn't seem long enough," one man whimpered on the end, staring down at his withered cock.
"It is indeed a stubby thing," Carmine said walking over to the poor specimen of a male and fondling the thing lightly. "What you should do is try stretching it when you're taking a hot bath. As you know, if you take too many hot showers or baths, your cocks will shrink in much the same way that clothes do. Thus, always pull on your cocks when you feel you've taken too many hot showers.
"Cold showers and baths are much more recommended for expanded cock growth and size. But the best cock exercise is dancing. That is, fast dancing alternated with slow dancing. That way, with the fast dance the cock has a chance to dangle and stretch and with the slow dance the cock has a chance to expand to its full length, provided of course that you rub up carefully onto your chosen female partner.
"In this way, the cock stretch attained from the former fast dance dangling will be incorporated immediately into the cock and the cock will not have a chance to shrink to its normally shriveled size. But I would recommend two fast dances before every slow one. That way you get the maximum cock stretch before the hard-on of the slow dance cements in the new growth."
"But what about the testicles?" one large man with a nice size cock asked. "I can't do all that fast dancing because my balls bounce around too much. It gets to hurtin' after a while."
"Well," Carmine said to the gentleman, "it doesn't appear to me that you have a cock size problem. It usually follows that men with large balls have big cocks anyway, and they don't have to worry about special cock exercises. However, small cocked people with huge balls might have a bit of a problem. For these I'd suggest cock stretching devices while in a warm bath, or some such stretching apparatus. But I don't think we have any of those here. Now, are there any more questions?"
"Not from me, Carmine," the big muscled guy said. "I know just what to do now to keep my dick firm, long, and healthy."
"That's right," Carmine said, "and I want to see all of you out on that dance floor in his second set doing your cocks some good. I'll dedicate this set especially to those who are concerned about the health and well being of their penises and who want to see them grow into large proud specimens. Okay guys, let's get out there and show those girls how to do it!"
"Yayyy!" all the guys said as they pulled up their pants and darted out of the room.
"What did she say? What did she say?" all the skinny white-faced girls asked of their boyfriends and dates.
"Oh, none of your business," they invariably answered. "We just got a few pointers on some things. Maybe you'll feel the results a little later."
"Come on and beee myyy padddy boyy," Carmine began to sing in a steady driving rhythm to Eddie's increasingly tight drum beat.
They pounded the song along and Carmine began shaking her tits for the first time that night. Just about everybody seemed to be out on the dance floor.
The girls had puzzled looks on their faces, especially the ones who could never get their boyfriend to dance. Now they were going crazy, shaking themselves in crazy up and down motions that almost couldn't be defined as dancing. But the girls seemed overjoyed that the guys were dancing with them and tried to follow their crazy jerking motions as best as they could.
Carmine shook her tits to entice the guys to shake themselves even harder, which they did with gusto, knowing deep in their hearts that with every shake of their body their cocks stretched that minute inch of an inch and soon they would have cocks of bull size.
"How'd you get them all out there?" Butch asked after that song was finished.
"Oh, I have my ways," Carmine said passingly. "Let's do another fast one and then a slow one."
The band did Hojo's Hoedown next and the dance floor seemed even more crowded than before. Even Larry was having trouble finding space up in front near the bandstand. He was even having trouble finding girls that would dance with him since all the boys now seemed to be hoarding their dates. He managed to snag a few ugly ones knowing secretly that the black fierce woman on stage was his after the concert.
Carmine launched into a slow soul ballad after the first number and she was amazingly surprised at the number of pants bulges she saw in the crowd as each male member hugged his date close to him and rubbed his vital member on her cunt lump.
"How's that for getting things together?" Carmine said to Eddie as Butch launched into his slow guitar chorus whine.
"Looks real good, Carmine," Eddie said, continuing to stroke the brushes over the snare drum and thump the bass drum with his foot. "How'd you do it? Must've been your secret charm and know how, huh?"
"That's it, Butchie boy. You got it," Carmine said before she turned again to the crowd of dancers and began the last chorus of the song.
She made it long and soulful and let the dancing guys get some good cock rubs on their skinny white dates. This was going to be their last song and she wanted to make them enjoy it to the end.
With her final screech and tit shake, Carmine bowed to the cheering throng. She thanked everybody and then some recorded music came on.
"That was fabulous, Carmine," Larry said rushing up on stage.
He wore a light blue suit and his thinning hair seemed long and finely combed. Carmine couldn't help notice his very red lips and wondered what he'd been sucking on to have them turn that color.
"Thanks Larry," Carmine said, wiping her brow. "It started to turn into a bomb, but I did my best to turn things around at intermission."
"You were wonderful, Carmine," a tall white male screamed up to her from the floor, "and your advice seemed to work great!"
He winked at Carmine and alluded to the plain looking girl that hung on his arm. Carmine winked back and noticed the bulge in his pants.
"Good luck," Carmine said back, winking. "Have a good time." More males then crowded around Carmine to thank her for the expert advice she had given them and already Carmine could see couples locked in deep embraces, and guys with tremendous hard-ons walking about the dance floor with their girlfriends.
"Let's get out of here," Carmine said uneasily to Butch and Eddie. They didn't find any of these long-dressed, short-haired girls very attractive and were happy to oblige.
"That's okay with me," Eddie said as he packed his drum set.
Butch quietly packed his guitar and Billy sat in a wooden folding chair sipping a recently opened bottle of cheap wine and surveying the strange actions of this straight crowd. A puzzled look crossed his face as he began to notice clumps of couples necking ferociously in the corners of the room while records now blared from the speakers.
"Hey, what the hell is going on out there," Billy said a little bewildered at the sight that was developing before him. He was previously amused by all the straight types but was now perplexed at the developing scene.
"Let's go, Billy," Carmine said, pulling him off the stage and out the back door.
Butch helped Eddie dismantle and pack the last of the drum set as Carmine walked back in to get them.
"You did a fine job," the matron of the 'Y' said stiffly to Carmine. "I think the young men and women here thoroughly enjoyed your performance. I don't think I've ever seen such participation in a dance as I have in this one in all my years as YWCA dance chaperon. I'll make sure you get an extra bonus in your pay check."
"Why thank you," Carmine said graciously to the stiff old bag.
She had on thick old-fashioned high-heeled shoes and a black dress that reached almost to her ankles.
"We've got to run now," Carmine said quickly, noticing the scene developing at the other end of the ballroom floor. "We've got another job."
Butch, Carmine, and Eddie quickly left and ran to the truck. Larry was already inside in the driver's seat and had the motor warmed up. They sped off quickly so they couldn't be blamed for the things which Carmine knew had to start happening inside the hall.
The following day this article appeared in The Global Dispatch, a local newspaper: "Late last night police were rushed to what was described as the 'most atrocious orgy scene I've seen in all my years of life' by the head matron at the local YWCA here. The orgy took place after a dance concert featuring Carmine and her band, but she and the band had left and were not implicated in any way in the degrading series of events which police witnessed in the ballroom.
"It was like one of those Roman orgies," the police commissioner commented. "It was all my men could do to keep from falling into the pit of depravity themselves. There were naked guys and girls all over the joint and we had to grab each one. The guys seemed to be in some kind of trance and went after the nude girls with a fervor. It was like they were under some kind of wild spell or something. And it didn't seem that the girls cared to stop their brazen advances.' " The orgy started some time after the band had left and only recorded music was playing. The head matron called police when she noticed a couple engaged in an unnatural sexual act in the ballroom corner and a group of impressionable youngsters standing around watching.
" 'I tried to get the couple apart by kicking at them and hitting them with my fists," the spry old lady told reporters, "but they wouldn't separate. I finally called police after I noticed other male visitors walking about with their members exposed and gloating about the clamor they were causing among my young ladies. I tried to prevent my innocence from the sight of such giant, crude organs, but I was unable to do so in many cases and for many of the girls, the lure of the organ was too great and they succumbed to their animal lusts.
" 'I just wish the band had stayed a while longer so this sort of thing could have been prevented. It turned out to be the most successful dance we've ever had, but then the band left and the scene degenerated into one of unmentionable debauchery.' " Police managed to finally separate many copulating couples, but other nude persons ran off into the warm night naked. Police headquarters received hundreds of complaints regarding nude individuals throughout the night. In ah, twenty people were arrested by morning and were all charged with resisting arrest and indecent exposure.
It was not immediately known whether future dances at the YWCA were cancelled or whether the matron would try again to hold orderly and socially proper activities for the community. There are indications that outraged citizens committees are being formed to prevent any more social events from taking place there in the future. They have vowed to go to court to prevent any further social functions at the "Y."
The matron blamed all the trouble on outside agitators that came in after the dance to start trouble. The police have promised an investigation of the incident.