Chapter 9
DANCE GIG NO. TWO
"Good God, Carmine," Eddie protested as he unpacked his drums on the small bandstand. "How the hell did you ever get us to this place? There are places all over the city just howling for our group, and you accept this gig! What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Look Eddie," Carmine replied, "this place is giving us the most money. So what if it's a little too religious for your tastes. These people like to dance. Besides, we got the extra cash because they thought we kept the crowd quiet last time. They certainly don't want an orgy here."
Eddie looked around at the ballroom of the Blessed Virgin and Sacred Suffering Church and was disgusted at all the silly decorations and wooden chairs that lined the walls. He had never been to a church in his life. How the hell was he going to play for such people to dance?
"Just play what we usually do," Carmine said to the group which was now completely assembled in back of her.
Billy was completely blasted on wine, as usual, and Butch seemed absorbed in the new guitar he just bought. Eddie was seated at his trap set and scowling at the nuns that occasionally walked across the floor. Larry and Peter were both sitting below the band on the dance floor on wooden chairs near the wall.
"Let's start with something a little slow," Carmine said, uncertain as to how these people were going to react to them.
The ballroom was still mostly empty and from the look on the sister's faces, it didn't seem that they'd expected a band quite like this one, with a black female lead singer wearing no bra. Carmine did have on regular pants and a dark colored blouse. Her bralessness could only be discerned when she walked and her tits shook up and down. There was virtually no sag in them so when she was still, it was not noticeable.
Carmine started singing a slow number and nobody was in the room to dance. They needed to warm up a bit anyway, and they were getting paid to play, not to wait for people to arrive. The people that started to drift in were young girls in the convent school.
They were all very plain looking and had long skirts which dropped past their knees. They had invited a group from the local catholic missions around town to join them for the dance and refreshments.
As Carmine screeched into the microphone and barely shook her tits, the white religious girls began clustering at the back of the church ballroom muttering shockedly among themselves about the type of music the band was playing. It was just a simple blues number that Carmine had composed herself, but it exhibited all the wildness and sexy character of the black woman and the simple white females were scared of it.
Carmine noticed Joyce and Fay walking together across the dance floor in their beaded and sequined outfits. Eddie and Butch had brought them along for company. Joyce still resided at the loft and always wore the same white sheet whenever Carmine was up there to practice. Fay didn't live with the guys, but she knew a hit band when she heard one and wanted to be one of the first groupies in on this discovery. She knew that Carmine and her group were destined for greatness. These hippy chicks were also a source of curiosity for the convent girls. They were as curious of them as they were of the band and the strange black music they were playing.
"Let's do something quicker," Carmine suggested as she turned to the band as the song ended. "Maybe some of these people will at least tap their feet."
Carmine was just about to start the song when she saw a whole group of males arrive. They were as pasty and strange looking as the girls and seemed to all have flat tops and cuffed pants. She shrugged and launched into her song with gusto.
Eddie pounded the drums steadily, giving the tune a good driving sound and even Billy, in his continued drunkenness, seemed to get caught up in the rhythm. He thumped his bass guitar right along, keeping it in the right key the whole time and hunching his shoulders. He broke out into broad smiles every time he caught a particularly obscure key change.
There were plenty of spaces in this song for Butch to take off on his guitar and he did so without waiting for any special urgings from Carmine. He loved his new guitar so much and played it with a new frenzy that Carmine hadn't noticed in him before. The fame of the band seemed to be making them play harder and better.
Then Eddie's drum solo came and he gushed into it without losing a beat. His intensity increased and his drumming seemed to be a one man band to make up for the temporary silence of the other instruments. He blasted away on his drums for sixteen bars and then, in a final crescendo, was joined by Carmine and the rest of the group.
Carmine blared her voice through the speakers and glanced out over the dance floor as the song was coming to an end. Larry, Peter, Fay, and Joyce were all dancing wildly and frantically right in front of the bandstand, but the rest of what might be called dancing was going on mostly at the back of the room.
The white couples were doing a simple minded bebop step left over from Bill Haley and the Comets. And the girls from the convent were all sitting demurely in the wooden chairs on one side of the room waiting to be asked to dance by the men who all stood in clumps at the other end either discussing the latest sports events, or terrified of the young ladies.
Carmine ended her song and, as she gazed at the seated women, couldn't help comparing them to a prostitute line-up on some dark street. They were all just waiting to be asked.
"This is really shit," Eddie said disgusted with the audience. "Let's take a break." He threw down his drumsticks and stalked off the bandstand. He walked into the milling throng and over to the punchbowl to get a drink.
"What do those nuns do under those long black dresses?" Billy mused drunkenly to Carmine who surveyed the thickening crowd.
"Nothing," Carmine shot back annoyed with Billy's silly question.
It was evident to her that the people there didn't like them and she didn't like wasting her talents on unlistening ears. She watched Billy stumble off the bandstand eyeing the nuns that crossed his path suspiciously and trying to get a look at their ankles.
"That wasn't bad," Fay said to Butch and Carmine as she walked up to the bandstand with Peter on her arm. "But I don't think this crowd particularly appreciates you."
"Yeah, I think you're right," Carmine said, sitting on the edge of the stage and twitching her tits slightly.
Meanwhile, Eddie stood at the punchbowl devouring glass after glass of the orange-lemon stuff. He hated the plain girls around him. No one had even applauded his drum solo and he was mad. He looked at the scrawny girls and he felt like puking. But his anger overwhelmed him. He thought he'd try a few things.
"Hey honey," he said to a particularly plain looking girl, "how long you been at this school?"
"Oh, about six months," the woman answered, both surprised and happy to be spoken to by someone.
"And do you like it?" Eddie continued. "I mean you never get any action out here, isolated from boys. You probably don't even know what one looks like."
"Well, we do get visitors occasionally," the girl blushed.
She had no make-up on except a little lipstick and Eddie couldn't readily discern whether she had any tits or not. It was no wonder that these women were thinking of becoming nuns. They couldn't become anything else. Eddie noticed another girl with more noticeable tits and a pretty face.
"Hey," he called loudly to her. "Do you go to school here, too?"
"Why yes," she answered him politely, "we all go to the convent school. Are you from the Sacred Heart Academy?" the girl asked, glancing and smiling politely at the first girl Eddie had been talking to.
"Why, uh, yes, that's right," Eddie lied. "I'm from the academy. I wanted to get a few of you girls together and, ah, discuss something that I'm sure is on all of your minds and something that we're unable to discuss meaningfully in unmixed groups. That is, how the man and the woman together can get more meaningful communion with the Lord.
"Perhaps you girls would be interested in a short private discussion of this vital topic. I'm sure you would like to work out a way in which the Lord could be praised in a mixed manner."
"That does sound like an interesting idea," the girl with the larger tits said. "Maybe I can get a few of the girls together and we can discuss it. I'm sure one of our prime gathering purposes tonight is to enhance our worshipping experiences and to seek new ways of effective praying. Alice, Regina, could you come with us? We're going to discuss something that should be very stimulating."
"What's that?" the two new girls said almost in unison as they walked up to the three people.
"This boy from the academy, uh, what was your name?"
"Laurence," Eddie bed again, "Laurence McNulty." Eddie thought it would be a good joke to give these girls Larry's name. He didn't like Larry much anyway.
"Anyway," the big-titted girl continued, "Laurence wants to discuss coeducational communion with the Lord with us. Why don't we go some place private with him and work this topic over. I think it sounds like a good idea."
"Sounds okay with me," the other girl said together, looking Eddie over suspiciously. He seemed to be wearing clothes that were a little different from the ones the usual academy guys wore. But they were excited about having a stimulating discussion about a subject that concerned them all and one which was very radical to them. They all walked out a side door and into one of the small meeting rooms behind the main church praying area.
"Now," Eddie began a little uncertainly, "what was on my mind was why should our differences in sex prevent us from praying to the Lord together? I think it should be done in groups and clumps of individuals. I think that the anatomy of a boy can complement the anatomy of a girl in such a way as to make the praying bond to the Lord stronger and even make him hear us clearer. Does that make sense to you?"
"Yes," the girls seemed to nod, looking at one another and agreeing with what Eddie said.
"But Laurence," one skinny girl broke in, "just how can our separate anatomies complement each other in such a way as to make our praying waves stronger? Is this just a theory or do you have proof that the Lord listens more when this technique is used?"
"Well," Eddie answered, "I do have some proof. But let's pray for something now, say, new revelation, and then try the communion method and see if it works. I've seen it work on some people and if it works on us here today, we may all leave this room different and more inspired than when we entered."
"Alright," the girls answered at once. "What do we do?"
"First of all, you must obey me completely," Eddie said, staring intently at them, "because some of these things I will ask you to do may seem a little out of place. Now my first request is for all of you to remove all your underclothes and shut your eyes."
There was a loud gasp from the girls. "What?" they said in shocked tones.
"Now, you must have trust," Eddie said. "You all know, whether you want to admit it or not, that the main anatomy difference is under your dresses."
The girls looked at each other uncertainly as they obediently removed their underclothes and shut their eyes. Eddie kept talking to keep their minds off of what they were doing.
"Now of course, with revelation comes a little pain," Eddie said, realizing that all these girls were virgins. "The pain you feel will be in direct proportion to the revelation you will get soon after. You must suffer it for the Lord."
Eddie walked slowly up to the first girl and lightly touched the tip of her breast as he lifted her skirt. "Now the Lord is looking upon us and he's about to anoint us with his soul," Eddie whispered as he carefully caressed the woman's breasts and lifted her skirt to reveal her unused pussy. The sight of it disgusted him, but he was determined. He removed his cock as he continued to speak of suffering and painful revelations. He placed it right at her opening and then carefully placed both his hands on her buttocks.
"I think I can feel the Lord about to enter me," the girl whispered intently. She seemed to be in a holy trance.
With a quick thrust Eddie lurched his cock forward and pulled the girl's buttocks to him, forcing his dick into the previously unused pussy opening.
"Owwww," the girl yelled as Eddie lunged into her and furiously pulled his dick in and out of her. He wanted the girl to come fast so as not to alarm the others that he was to perform this same rite on.
"I think I feel the revelation coming on!" the girl screamed to Eddie's satisfaction. "I feel it more and more now! Here it comes, it's coming, it's coming! Here it is!" the girl screamed at the top of her lungs as Eddie felt her pussy contract weakly on his cock. He immediately yanked it out.
"Now lie down and keep your eyes closed," he said to the girl. "Try to meditate on the significance and the meaning of your new soul."
"Oh, I will!" the girl said earnestly, keeping her eyes shut very tightly and lying back on the table on which she was sitting. Eddie moved on to the next girl who patiently waited for her own revelation to occur.
"Where the hell are those guys," Carmine said as she jumped from the bandstand to go in search of them. It had almost been a half hour since they started their break and they had to get back up on the bandstand again.
She looked around the crowded dance room, but didn't see anyone and then ventured into the small back rooms to take a look. She heard some screaming and moaning and walked toward it. It became louder and she located the room from which it came. She opened the door slowly and peeked in.
"Eddie!" she exclaimed softly when she saw the group of girls lying around bleeding from their pussy areas and moaning with their eyes tightly shut.
"Shhhh," Eddie said quietly as he tip-toed over to Carmine. "I'm giving these girls some divine revelation. Ill be with you in a moment."
"Well, hurry up," Carmine said softly. "We've got to get back on the bandstand and I don't know where Billy is."
"Alright, wait a second," Eddie whispered. He walked back over to the four girls who had now all experienced the divine revelations. "I hope you see now what mixed praying can do for your inner souls," Eddie said. "In a few minutes you may open your eyes and I will see you again on the dance floor. But most of you probably won't even recognize me because this new heavenly experience has changed you so much. Good-bye."
"Good-bye," the girls all whispered intently as Eddie joined Carmine out in the hall.
"We've got to find Billy," Carmine said. "I'm afraid he's gotten into some kind of trouble. You know how drunk he was."
"I'll help you," Eddie said. "Let's look in here." He pushed open the flapping doors to the main church and saw a huge group of nuns clustered around something.
They walked quietly closer and the nuns didn't hear them. Suddenly, one turned and, upon seeing the intruders, screamed at the top of her lungs and fled for the exit. The other nuns did the same and the scene resembled a scared flock of crows scattering at the approach of some kind of enemy. The scattered nuns now left only one in the middle of the room standing very still and quivering slightly.
"Are you alright?" Carmine asked, walking up to the elderly mother.
"I... I," the nun managed before she fell into a faint on the floor. As she fell, her long black gown dragged up and over the nude and drunk Billy who had been concealed under it.
"You were right," Billy said smiling as he still crouched there. "They don't wear anything under those things."
The second half of the gig went pretty well, with Carmine and her group cracking jokes to themselves and not caring how good or bad they played. They had something on these nuns and convent girls and they could use it whenever they wanted. They decided to go home early and stopped playing about eleven o'clock.
"We're leaving now," Carmine said confidently to one of the nuns who was in charge of the dance.
"Oh, that's completely alright," the strange looking woman said quickly. "I hope you enjoyed performing for us."
"Yes, we did immensely," Eddie laughed. He had watched the group of four stunned girls walk about the dance floor the whole second half as if they were looking for the second coming. They seemed happy and content though, as if they now knew something that no one else there did.
"Do you think we can get a bonus for doing such a good job?" Carmine said to the nun.
"Oh, I'm sure that can be arranged," the nun quickly answered. She looked at Billy as she spoke while he completely ignored her and took swigs on his inevitable bottle of wine.
The band quickly packed and the group of them were out the back door in about twenty minutes. Fay and Joyce quickly jumped in the back of the truck and removed all their clothes while Larry and Peter got in the front seat. Everyone was preparing for the orgy on the way home.
"Pardon me, but are you Carmine?" a tall, well dressed man said to her as she was about to get into the truck.
"Yes," she answered cooly, "why?"
"Well, I'm a record producer and I was wondering if we could get together for a short time sometime and discuss the possibility of ... "
"How about right now?" Carmine said, immediately sensing the pay dirt.
"Well, I guess that would be okay," the man said politely. "My car is right over here."
"See you boys later," Carmine yelled to the people in the truck.
Only Larry and Peter were disappointed. Billy, Eddie, and Butch had already started cavorting with the girls in the back. Even a few stray couples from the church were walking over to see what all the giggling and laughing was about.
"Get the truck out of here, quick," Carmine screamed to Larry. "We don't want any more embarrassing scenes."
The truck roared off while Carmine walked quietly beside the man to his huge, chauffeured limousine that stood parked in front of the church building. As Carmine got into the back seat of the big car with the man, she knew what she had to do to nail down that recording contract. She'd been through this scene before and knew how to make it work. The chauffeur shut the back door and got in the sealed off front seat. Carmine plotted her strategy as the big black car pulled from the curb and moved off into the night.
"Now this is what I had in mind," the tall man started. "I thought that you and your group might come on down to the studio and play a few numbers and see how they came out on tape. And then..."
"What do you mean, see how they came out?" Carmine said sternly. "They'd come out perfect. I've got some brand new songs composed and I know they're going to be hits. I want you to get them on discs for me. I know you can do it, big boy. You look like you got a lot of pull."
"Well, ah, you see, things aren't that easy," the big man began again. "I've got to get the things okay'd by the people upstairs and that can be a little hard. I first have to let them hear a tape of the group and then-"
"Look," Carmine said sternly, "you know you can get our song released nationally if you want. You don't have to take it upstairs to nobody. You've heard us play, you know what we can do. And you've heard the stuff I've written already. What more do you want?"
"Well, I.. . " Carmine reached over and grabbed the man's cock. He was a man of about fifty and Carmine knew he was no middle man. You got to be a big wheel to get a chauffeur and everything. She would nail this down right now. This guy needed someone to make the decision for him.
"Come on, big boy, have you ever had a black woman in the back seat of your limousine?" Carmine fondled the man's cock while he inaudibly answered. "You will let us record and then release it, won't you? You'll have a national best seller and you'll get all the credit for discovering us. Won't that be just grand?"
"That does sound nice," the guy muttered.
"Let me help you off with your jacket," Carmine said pulling on the man's jacket and yanking down his arms.
He was sweating. He had no idea that this black creature would take such control of things so quickly. He never had a chance to do anything but mumble. He felt completely at her mercy in this sealed off back seat. Only the chauffeur was there to protect him if she got too wild. But he was black, too. What use would he be? He'd probably think the whole thing was funny.
"I don't think this is a wise idea," the man managed after a big gulp.
"Nonsense," Carmine said, continuing to strip the man of his clothes. "You're going to do it with me. That's just my little present to you for being so kind to me and my group. It's the least I could do, don't you think? And I don't think you've ever done it with someone like me before, have you?"
"Well, I don't think so," the man mumbled, his cock now becoming stiff at the thought of being nude before the black creature. "Maybe when I was younger I might have-"
"Oh nonsense," Carmine said, pulling his shirt completely off now. "You're still a very young man. Why, my regular boyfriend looks older than you," Carmine lied, "and not near as handsome."
"You're quite a commanding lady," the man said, relinquishing himself now completely to Carmine's deft fingers.
"It's all over for you, daddy, because you've been so nice," Carmine cooed in the man's ear as she ran her black hands over the man's naked chest and heard his breathing become heavier. "You're quite a lovable brute," Carmine said. "It's not often that I get a chance to be closed off with a male of your size. You must have a monster cock!" Carmine whispered very intently into the man's ear as she rubbed her tits on his arm and groped down to his pants for it.
"Ohhhh," the producer sighed loudly as Carmine slid her black hand down his pants to his hairy pubic area. She clutched his cock in her g"P- "My, it is a big one. You could hurt a poor girl like me with an organ like that." Carmine was crouched up beside the man, rubbing her tits on him as she continued her whispering. "I'm just a poor black girl," Carmine sighed. "I sure ain't used to the likes of you. You won't hurt me now, will you, big boy?"
Carmine undid the man's pants and he helped her pull them off his legs. He had hairy, thin legs, but Carmine had more important parts of his anatomy to concentrate on than his legs.
"Take off your shoes, honey," Carmine whispered. "You'll do that for me, won't you?" The big man bent immediately to the floor and took off his shoes. He didn't want the interruption in Carmine's voice or her caressing to last too long.
"Now you've only got one last stitch of clothing on," Carmine said, tugging lightly at the man's underwear. The big guy felt like his underwear was his only shield left between him and the wild black female.
He looked over at the woman as she playfully tugged at the cloth and noticed how pitch black and wild she was. Anything was liable to happen and he was torn between fear of the wild savage he saw in her, and a desire to get at the vast sexual secrets she must have stored in her brain and body.
"Do it to me, Carmine," the man suddenly urged her, wanting to experience for the first time in his dull and boring life the real savage drivings of sex. "I want you to show me how," the man continued. "I want to know everything."
"I'm the one to show it to you," Carmine whispered softly as she continued to rub her tits on the producer's arm and swiftly pulled down the man's underwear.
"I want you," the big man screamed loudly, almost causing his chauffeur to turn around and see what all the commotion was in the back seat.
"You like me?" Carmine said. "You like black women?"
"Oh yes," the man said. "Yes!" He clutched for her frantically now and Carmine let him tear at her clothes.
"Take it easy, big boy," Carmine said as the guy tore open the front of her pants. "I'm not goin' anywhere."
"I want to see your cunt! I want to be in it, I want your black wildness all over me!" the man said loudly and hoarsely, pulling down Carmine's pants and her panties at the same time.
His cock was moderately long and very pink. It looked like it had just had a powder bath at the guy's local private club. He yanked at Carmine's blouse and pulled it up and over her head, revealing her firm, well formed tits and bulging nipples. The man's mouth immediately lunged at them as they perked up in his face. Carmine continued to massage the pink dick as she felt it swell and throb in her hand.
"That's going to be a good record contract," she reminded the big guy as he tongued her nipple.
"Oh yes," he said, running his tongue down now to her hairy cunt and trying clumsily to jam it between her black crack.
Carmine spread her legs slightly so the guy would have a better chance to lick her and so she could get into a more comfortable position. She raised her black feet to the separation glass at the top of the front seat and spread her legs wide. She leaned her head back and tried to get the sensations from the lapping tongue. She also felt the guy's soft hand down around her black ass, trying to force its way between her black cheeks to massage her asshole. Carmine rubbed her buttocks on the thing, enjoying the sensation.
"Okay, now let me show you a thing or two, daddy," Carmine said as she pushed the big man away from her.
She flattened him on the back seat and moved her buttocks over his chest to his face where she thrust her kinky haired bush into the man's eyes and face. Her cunt juice left a streak along his belly as she positioned herself so his tongue would hit her proper spot as it jutted out like the lightning quick tongue of a snake.
"Now lap me, white man. I want you to be my lap dog," Carmine said as she pushed her flaring pussy lips closer to the guy's mouth. His tongue finally came out and struck pay dirt and Carmine leaned her head back in ecstasy.
"That's it," Carmine encouraged him. After a few minutes of tongue jabs, Carmine moved her black body over the white, soft bodied man and down to his dick. "This is where this thing belongs," Carmine said, plunging her black cunt down upon his thick, pink cock.
"Oh, that's it, honey," the big guy sighed as he gyrated his hips wildly. "That's what I like. You feel so thick and warm. What funny feelings inside you have!" the guy kept mumbling over and over, overcome at finally being able to sink his cock into real black flesh.
The big guy put his hands up to Carmine's black tits and squeezed them until Carmine felt tears might run out of her eyes, but she let him to it. She was on top of this white creature and his passion reactions would have to be tolerated for the moment. She felt his dick bulge and squirt its special brand of fluid inside her. The hot stuff encouraged her pussy just enough where it went into spasms of its own, crunching the pink dick almost completely out of her insides.
"That was nice, daddy," Carmine said, laying the full length of her black body on top of the white man for the first time. She felt a shudder run through him as their opposite colored skin touched in many places and they began rubbing stomachs together.
"You're wonderful, Carmine," the producer sighed. "I'll get that record out for sure. Don't you worry."
That was all Carmine wanted to hear. She rubbed herself on the big white guy for a few minutes longer and then when she heard him begin to snore, lightly tapped on the window to catch the attention of the chauffeur.
"Will you take me to seventh and twentieth?" Carmine said casually to the stunned chauffeur through the little talk hole.
He was unaccustomed to seeing his boss nude with black women in the back seat. He nodded and silently turned his black head back to his driving. Carmine noticed him smiling to himself as she cautiously put on her clothes, careful not to wake the sleeping giant.
The car moved swiftly and arrived at Carmine's pad in no time. She stepped from the car, winked at the chauffeur, and then asked him through the window what his full name was and what his title at the record company was.
"Why he's a full vice president," the chauffeur said to her, surprised that she was unaware of his rank.
"Thanks," Carmine said. "I guess I'll be in touch with him first thing in the morning."
"Right on," the chauffeur said, driving the car off down the early morning street.
Carmine felt very happy and accomplished as she strode slowly up the steps to her apartment. The road to stardom sure had its gives and takes and she sensed it was almost her turn to start collecting on all the bets and gambles she'd made over the last year or so. Payoff time was almost at hand and she only had to pull a little longer.
She sighed and figured that she was really ready for the dividends to come in. She wanted to finally be able to relax and let a man she loved do the work for a change. Soon, she hoped, her quest for stardom and security would be over and she could settle down with someone she loved.