Chapter 12
Opening night. For Soul Nation.
Yes, that was the name of Billy's club, for Miriam had come through with the big bread, laid the loot on him as he'd asked her to. It was a risky bit, but Billy had gotten away with it, and the second her certified check had been laid in his hot hands, he'd dumped it in his bank and gotten on the phone and started lining up some construction-type dudes and business-type dudes to get their shit together and help him get his club up as fast as possible.
It had taken three months.
Quick time in Japan, where the Nips spend so much time in conference, and making sure everybody agrees on what's what, that it was a near-miracle he'd got the thing as together as he had.
The club was located in Roppongi, right about at the border area where that neighborhood slides into Akasaka itself. An offbeat, sort of off-Broadway, type of area, and he'd gotten a whole three-story building leased for Soul Nation, too. Bottom floor was a bar, with plenty of black soul sisters serving as hostesses—almost every black chick in Japan, plus some substantial imports, had dug the idea, and wanted to join up with him—plus several slant-eyed
beauties and a few hip white chicks who would fit right in. There were plenty of record album covers and stuff like that for decor, plus strong soul sounds from the stereo to set the mood right. The second floor was a restaurant, with appropriate decor, plenty of collard greens, smothered chicken, and Bar-B-Q ribs, grits and gravy, the whole bag. The top floor was the cabaret, where he planned to have "name" acts as much as possible. But for the opening he had to settle for a black band that wasn't all that well known yet, but still made forth with some groovy sounds.
Billy had played it really close; he'd opened the club on the night when the Golden Goose was closed, so he could be sure Takitoshi was there. The fat Nip was, sweating into his blue silk suit, but his bug eyes popping at all the hip paraphernalia that Billy had laid on the joint. Of course, he had Miki with him, and Keiko had dropped in, too. Naturally, Sunny was there, but Billy had tipped her to be cool, saying he had to lay his main attention on Miriam because she'd bankrolled the joint, and Sunny, being a pretty understanding woman, was taking care of business real cool.
"This very nice club, Jones-san," Takitoshi burbled, truly excited. "You really got right ambience here, should make lots of money, hai?"
"Just ask me moke makka, and see what I say," Billy said, patting him on the back, buddy-buddy style.
Moke makka is a familiar Japanese businessman's greeting, and it means, "Are you making money?"
So, Takitoshi laughed, almost giggling in that fat Nip way of his, as he gave the best bow he could, under the circumstances of his girth. Billy, who
was outfitted in an orange lame jump suit—really far out, but he figured he had to be the farthest-out dude there, since it was his joint—bowed back, smiling all the while.
He noticed plenty of press there, talked with them, found out they were pretty well digging things, so he expected a nice write up. And, as he chuckled to himself, some other things are gonna go down they can really write up—some heavy shit is gonna go down, right on Takitoshi's fat fucking skull, Malcolm's the word.
Miki was standing next to Takitoshi, and the Jap was doing his best to feel her up, right in front of everybody around. She, like Keiko and Sunny, had the traditional Japanese garb, and Takitoshi was slipping a hand inside her obi, trying to cop a fast feel. Billy, puffing on a long cigar, surveyed the scene, figuring he may as well get the fucking show on the road, like right now.
So, he made the big announcement that the main showroom was ready, they'd prepared a "special" entertainment for all the good folks, and everybody had better get up there and dig it right now. So, they did.
Billy frowned, though, when he noticed Takitoshi, as that guy was taking the stairs, pinch Sunny's sweet ass. Yellow-faced pig, he thought, I'm really gonna lay some heavy shit on your ass, trying to mess around with a sweet sister like Sunny.
Finally, everyone was in the main room, which Billy had christened The Rent Party Room. It was set up pretty much like his idea of a Harlem apartment, plenty of sofas and some chairs and lots of pictures of black heroes on the walls. As if coinci-dentally, the score from Shaft's Big Score was play-
ing as background; tonight, it was going to be Billy's Big Score, and it would be Takitoshi, he was sure, who'd really be getting the Big Shaft.
Some of the dudes were reclining, Japanese-style, on the floor. He noticed Takitoshi was doing that thing, with Miki and Keiko on either side of him, while Sunny was sitting somewhat in front of him; the angle of vision was such that they could all see the show.
Takitoshi was guzzling Suntory as if the distillery was going to close down momentarily. All the girls, including some specially hired hostesses, were surrounding the obese Jap, making sure he got plenty of attention—and especially booze. His fleshy fingers were reaching out, grabbing for tit and clit whenever he could; but, mostly, the girls kept out of his way, primarily encouraging him to booze it up rather than feel them up.
The show started.
A slinky black singer came on, low-cut gown and special material, some very sexy and kinky lyrics that got the audience really going with it. The backup band was pretty good, too, laying down some heavy backbeat just where it was needed. Even Takitoshi was nodding his head; though, whether from the music or the liquor, one could not really be sure.
What one could be sure of, though, was that Takitoshi started to get to his feet, to half-crawl, half-walk toward the sexy black singer, his fat fingers outstretched as if he wanted to cop a fast feel. It took several girls to get him back, but Billy was digging it; if the grotesque gink was that hopped up, it wouldn't take much more to really set him up for the final number that Billy, puffing deeply on his cigar and thinking just as deeply, had planned.
The singer went off to sustained applause. A juggler came out.
Billy, who had Miriam next to him—she was in a pure white pants suit that was leg-slit up to her thighs and blouse-slit down to her naval—slipped a hand inside her blouse to touch her titties, since she wasn't wearing a bra. Miriam smiled, snuggled closer; what Takitoshi couldn't do, Billy could, for a lot of reasons.
After the juggler did his act, the singer came back on and did a fabulous old Billy Holiday torch song.
The black singer finished her number to tremendous applause. Then the spotlight shifted, the curtains parted—and she was joined on stage by two other girls, one Oriental, one white, and both showing as much cleavage as they could get away with, and both had plenty of cleavage to show, too.
Billy watched Takitoshi, as the now-trio of girls went into a Tina Turner number, complete with plenty of facial and bodily gyrations; especially some ass-wiggling that had the fat Jap almost foaming at the mouth. From where he was sitting, Billy could see a bulge forming in Takitoshi's crotch. Well he wasn't immune to erections, either, but he was keeping Number One under far better control than Takitoshi, for sure.
The singers began to dance around Takitoshi.
Billy had, of course, set this entire scene up. One might even say he was the choreographer of this particular routine.
The girls bent over Takitoshi, looking him right in his beady, slanted eyes, shoving their ample breastworks right into his face. Sweat began to appear on his forehead, as if he'd just been rained on. The black girl's left breast suddenly popped loose
from the confines of her dress, shoving itself just a few inches from Takitoshi's eyes. His eyes bugged; he took his hands off Miki and Keiko, and reached for the huge tit in front of him, its corneal, symmetrical shape swaying like a snake, almost hypnotizing him with its pretty, dusky pink nipple.
The black girl started to back off...
When, more by design than by accident, her right breast suddenly joined its twin in open-air exposure.
Takitoshi, overly stimulated by, among other things, all the Suntory he'd been lapping up, made a grab for both boobs, forgetting the circumstances, the other people, Miki and Keiko and even Sunny. As another Oriental might have commented, "Taki-toshi-san lose much face by coming on hot instead of cool."
The singer suddenly shoved those two tremendous tits right into Takitoshi's face, as if trying to put out his eyes with her round, elongated nipples. He backed off now, and in the process fell on his back, and lay there, like an overturned bottle, trying to get to his feet. The white and Oriental singers, before either Miki or Keiko could interfere, suddenly appeared on either side of the obese Jap and, taking hold of him by the arms and shoulders, they got him into an upright position again.
However, in the process, it seems that the breasts of each nearest his side suddenly did what their black sister's had also done—popped loose. Takitoshi made some more grabs for them, and this time, they didn't back off, but sort of stood there, and his fat fingers connected, squeezing their nipples, pawing their breasts. If they felt anything erotic by these movements, they didn't show it, but, in "The Show
Must Go On" tradition, just stood there and started singing another number—a soft, subtle love song, naturally.
All around Takitoshi, people were frowning in disapproval, some even pointing their fingers as if that was going to stop him from boob-squeezing. Billy could see that Takitoshi's erection was getting bigger, almost ready to bust loose from his trousers. He wondered if the fat Nip really had a dick that big, or whether he was wearing a dildo of some sort. Well—perhaps everyone would soon find out for themselves.
A couple of guards were headed toward Takitoshi, apparently bent on putting a stop to his antics. But, Billy waved them back; not yet, not until he was good and ready. Then, he'd take care of serious business in his own way. But, not right now.
Now, the black girl, as if peeved that her two sisters were getting all the attention, suddenly began to strip.
Still singing, still dancing, ala Tina Turner, she began to unzip her dress and step right out of it, whirling it around her head like a cape of some sort, then throwing it right into Takitoshi's face.
He grabbed it, searching for the crotch; when he found that, he started to sniff, shoving his nose deep into the luxurious fabric. The Oriental and white singers laughed, while the black singer laid on some heavy jive patter, then—since she wasn't wearing a bra—stepped out of her panties, pink silk jobs, and, grabbing her dress so that she pulled it back from Takitoshi's face, she whacked him a good one right on the mouth with her panties.
Takitoshi, spotting the attractive undergarments, made a grab for them, got hold of them, and im-
mediately started not only sniffing but also licking, practically trying to eat the silky fabric with his teeth. Perhaps he was acting out a pussy-eating fantasy; at any rate, Miki and Keiko gave him long looks of both surprise and disapproval, while the black singer started adding much innuendo and suggestive lyrics to the song she was laying on the fat Jap.
Sunny, from across the room, glanced at Billy, giving him a sign by her expression that she didn't understand this rude display, and hinting that he should stop it. Billy flashed back a secret smile, indicating that now was not the time, and for her to cool it and not get in a sweat, because he, Billy-san, had everything under control.
Miriam, beside Billy, started to say something like, "I didn't put up twenty thousand for you to open a peep show with," but Billy told her to cool it, for the best, as he told her bluntly, was still to come.
Takitoshi was eating the panties, practically swallowing them, saliva slobbering from his fleshy lips, the hot stimulation of sex reflected in his bugged-out eyes. The other two singers, who had popped both of their breasts out of their dresses by now, were busily rubbing their lovely boobs against Takitoshi's ears, really getting him going, while the black chick, her pussy a work of art and her glossy pubic hairs the frame for that passionate picture, was shifting her haunches and shimmying her crotch, moving her center of gravity closer and closer toward Takitoshi, putting her pretty pussy with its long, erect clitoris right into his face.
Takitoshi spotted this, over the panties.
He dropped the panties, and grabbed for the black chick.
She quickly backed off, and he bent himself into a bow, looking like a back-broken Buddha, practically falling on his face. But, the two singers on either side grabbed him by the shoulders and got him into a semi-sitting position again. Then, they started stripping, too.
Meanwhile, there was a steady buzz of conversation, over the sounds of the band who were still playing some rocking and socking soul sounds with plenty of back beat. People were wondering when this disgraceful exhibition was going to be stopped, looking around, as if expecting the fuzz to come flapping in momentarily and put the cuffs on all of them, glancing nervously toward the guards, who were still unmoved by anything except the three singers doing their collective thing.
Much talk was going on, most of it disapproving of Takitoshi's bad maimers. But, the gentleman in question didn't seem to care, as, confronted with three luscious and nude females, he staggered to his feet, weaving like a beach ball on the sand, and, clumping toward the girls, he muttered, "Me want make... fuckee-fuckee... with you...."
The black chick, the hippest of the trio by far, shook her pussy in his face and countered with, "Well, big daddy, first we're gonna make dancee-dancee with you—if you can stay on your feet without falling on your fat fucking ass!"
The other two girls grabbed Takitoshi by the shoulders, and, half-holding, half-pushing him, they got him on the dance floor, with the black chick standing right in front of him, as if she was the mis-
tress of ceremonies, and she was going to give the downbeat for the fat Nip to swing.
Oh yeah, she was one superhip chick, all right.
Signaling the band to play something raunchy like The Stripper, she started strutting her stuff, bending her back and pushing her pendulous boobs right toward Takitoshi's face. At the same time, she began to swivel her hips around, shaking her sweet ass like two round mounds of gelatin, while her head bobbed up and down like a pretty swinging bird. She moved as close to Takitoshi as she could get, yet still keeping, by at least a few inches, out of the reach of his grasping, chubby fingers.
But, she did get close enough to move her hand with a swift gesture, and unzip his fly.
And, what popped out was...
One long, monstrous, erect penis.
It had wrinkles in the foreskin, and the tip was as thick and red as an apple. It pointed toward the black chick like a gun, and seemed to be capable of almost going out on its own.
The other two girls were giggling and laughing, pointing at the thing, while Takitoshi was mumbling something, bumbling around, trying to get himself going in the direction of the black singer standing—rather, swirling—in front of him, her cute cunt a challenge to his manhood as she thrust her body toward him and then tantilizingly and teasingly pulled herself back each time.
Billy was really digging this scene.
He was keeping his own cock under steady control, because he wanted the focus of attention to be on Takitoshi. He really wanted to shaft the fat man, and so far, his modest expectations were being well exceeded.
Yeah, Billy thought, you're gonna get screwed, Takitoshi ... but not the way you think, motherfucker ... no, baby, you're gonna get the shaft and a half... right up your fat asshole!...
Then he noticed the guards again, this time really zooming in on the Jap. Billy had to get up and go over and intercept them personally, to cool them out and tell them that things were under control. He whispered a few well-chosen words in their ears, and when they started grinning and licking their lips, he knew he'd cooled them out until he was ready for further action. At his own command, of course.
On the way back to Miriam, Billy gave Sunny a secret gesture, so she'd know things were still cool. From her subtle motion in response, he knew she'd gotten the message.
He sat back down beside Miriam, who was still pissed. She was threatening to walk out and get hold of some cops herself, to put a stop to Taki-toshi's messing around. But Billy, getting one hand inside her clothes and, with his thumb tweaking her clit and with his forefinger getting a few inches of feel into her cunt, pretty well laid down the good word on her to cool it, really cool it, because it had all been preplanned, and it was necessary to, as he act it, knock Takitoshi out of business so Billy's own club would have no competition from the Golden Goose.
Well, Miriam felt those familiar fingers doing their very familiar thing, and she began to feel her own sexual inclinations arise. Her juices started to spurt a bit, and her clit and nipples began to erect themselves. The more he diddled her, the less she was mouthing off about the shit that was doing
down due to Takitoshi, and the more she began to feel warm, to perspire, to start to strip herself.
Billy had to whisper into her ear, rather loudly, "No, baby, not right now. The big show is over on the dance floor, with the fat Nip. He comes first this time, if you dig where I'm at."
She moved closer, rubbing her body against his, feeling those fingers really turning her on. She wasn't thinking much about fuzz or face or problems of personalities any more. No, she was starting to feel like fucking; though, Billy still had other business to take care of, yet he really had to get Miriam's mind, and body, off what was going down on the dance floor; so that was about the only way he could do it.
Meanwhile, Takitoshi was getting his kicks, or so he thought.
He was moving toward the black chick like a sa-mauri swordsman, shoving his prick at her like a sword. She would bend back, ducking away, still shaking her boobs and pussy at him; while he would lunge forward, barely able to stand, trying to ram her with his equipment.
This went on like a Japanese Noh play, or perhaps a simulated bullfight, for several minutes.
Until Takitoshi finally scored.
He got in a left jab, and it seemed, that, for a few fleeting seconds, he had penetrated the girl's pussy lips, and grazed her clit, causing her to feel like considering making it with the Oriental after all. Of course, she had certain instructions along those lines; and now, so it seemed, was just about the right time to take care of the business she'd been briefed on.
And, as she winked at the other two girls in a
special way that had been preplanned, they got the message.
They started feeling Takitoshi up. The Oriental was rubbing her boobs against his chest, her hands snaking around his neck, her tongue slipping into his ear. The white girl was rubbing at his thighs, grabbing his member and fondling it firmly between her fingers.
Takitoshi let out a gurgling scream, which quickly changed to sexy giggles as he felt the girls working him over. At the same time, they began to push him in such a way that he lost his footing, and half-fell, half-sat down on the dance floor. Again, they got him on his back like an upturned insect, and proceeded to work him over so quickly and so efficiently that he began burbling, like a child crying for a lollipop, "Want make fuckee-fuckee ... you make fuckee-fuckee ... we all make fuckee-fuckee ..." Yes... we all will.
The black girl was on him like a flash, grabbing for his monstrous erection, while the Oriental and white were working him over on the sides, their hands and mouths doing a fine job of getting him sexually shook up. The black was yanking his dick, trying to almost pull it off... When—that's what happened. What came off, though, was not his dick—but a giant dildo, that had been attached to his real penis. And, as the spotlight focused on Takitoshi's crotch ... the audience laughed. Loudly, bitterly, savagely; almost nastily. For, what the spotlight revealed, was a shrunked little thing not much more than four inches long, about as flexible as a carrot and as thin as a tooth-
pick. Truly, Takitoshi had really been faking it, trying to make fuckee-fuckee with a dickee-dickee that wasn't even his.
Talk about losing face; he pretty well lost his entire body, as far as loss of prestige was concerned.
But that wasn't all.
As the fat Oriental tried to get back on his feet, apparently feeling he'd better get out of there before any more misfortunes fell upon him, the black chick, who'd ducked backstage not long ago, returned. And she was not alone, either.
Squealing, squalling, trying to get away, but held securely by her strong arms, was...
A pig.
A great, fat white pig, so white it was almost an albino. It must have weighed close to a hundred pounds, but the girl was handling it all right. The contrast of the pig's white flesh against her dark skin was savage in its effect as she brought the porker right over the struggling Oriental's stomach ...
And dropped it.
Someone in the audience said, loudly enough for the rest to hear, "Takitoshi-san make fuckee-fuckee with pigee-pigee." Pause. "But not have much dickee-dickee to use. Too bad. So sorry."
Takitoshi, feeling the heavy weight of the pig on top of his chest, was making strange squealing sounds not unlike those of the pig, which didn't seem to dig the encounter any more than the Golden Goose's owner. But the girls were holding him firm against the floor, while the sexy black gal was manipulating the huge porker over the poor man's crotch.
Miriam was, at first, speechless; then, she started
laughing, almost hysterically as she glanced from Takitoshi and his pig to Billy, then back again.
"Billy ... you crazy mother ... did you set that shit up..."
Billy just shrugged, as if what was happening on the dance floor was no fucking business of his. Instead, he slipped his hand inside her dress again, and tweaked her clit in such a way that he answered her question.
Miki and Keiko, however, simply got up and walked out. Sunny went with them. None of them even looked in Billy's direction. Billy didn't care; he figured they didn't want to betray anything, one way or the other, by any overt glances. And, anyway, he was pretty sure they knew why this particular scene was going down. But, he figured, being somewhat sedate in their manners, like most Japanese, they just decided to split and be cool about it. He would talk to them later, and explain things. But, right now, he had to apply the coup de grace to Takitoshi. This was, right on, the moment he'd been waiting for all night.
He had a signal to the guards.
Who, in turn, gave a signal to the gathered press. Especially the photographers.
Suddenly, the entire room was lit like a starburst with the flash of exploding strobe lights from the photographers' cameras as they began taking frame after frame of photos of Takitoshi and his pig. The writers moved in next, trying to interview both of them, as if the pig could speak. They were followed by the guards, who stood around and watched carefully, waiting for further signals from Billy about what to do next, and when to move in.
And, now joining everyone else, were the police
themselves. Billy had placed the call himself, wanting to make sure that they came in coolly and unobtrusively, not making a scene like the New York fuzz were prone to do, but just coming in very quiet and careful, and just getting Takitoshi himself, not bothering any other members of the audience at all.
The cops stared.
That's all.
Just stood around and stared, trying to think up a precedent, perhaps trying to formulate a specific charge on which the arrest Takitoshi.
Everybody else was staring, too.
Including Billy, not to mention Miriam.
Because Takitoshi...
Was really fucking the pig now.
And both of them...
Seemed to be enjoying it.