“And they fired you because of that?”
“No. They was right faiah. They give me anothah chance. They let me go on again the next night. Ah had one of these all-silvah dresses that zips down the front, you know? An’ Ah pull the zippah down real slow so they got a look at one bazoom, an’ then the othah, an’ then mah belly-button, an’ then-- Well, then’s wheah Ah got in trouble.”
“What happened?”
“Ah caught mah G-string in the zippah. Oh, it was jus’ awful. Ah got so tangled up. Ah was so ’barrassed Ah broke out in goose pimples all ovah mah bazooms. An’ strugglin’ to get loose an’ all, the manager said latah as how I looked very lewd up theah. Well, Ah didn't mean to, but Ah got so mad at that darn zippah that Ah yanked hard as Ah could an’ everythin’ come off-—dress, G-string, everythin’! An’ theah Ah was, mothah-naked on the stage with evahbody laughin’ an’ oglin’ me.”
“Sounds to me like you should have been the hit of the show.”
“Well, Ah sort of thought along those lines. But the thing is the manager was mad ’cause they got this law in N’Yawk says you have to keep youah G-string on, an’ he was afraid they’d close his place if the cops found out.”
“So he fired you.”
“No. That man was a very faiah man. He gave me one more chance. He let me go on a third night.”
“And?”
“That was the night that did it. Ah grabbed the wrong straw an’ it broke that camel’s back."
“The wrong straw?”
“Foah real. Y’all see, the manager, he decided it might be safah if Ah didn't go on alone any moah. So he put me in this big production numbah with a bunch o’ othah girls. The ideah was we were all grouped like a soda-fountain display. You know, ice cream sodas, an’ sundaes an’ frappes an’ banana splits an’ all like that. Ah was in the centah with a little red cap on mah head. Ah was supposed to be the maraschino cherry on top of this giant ice cream soda. Mah bazooms was floatin’ on top of the whipped cream. Two scoops of ice cream was the bottoms of two of the other girls. An’ the whole thing was hooked up to the other goodies, which were also shaped from the bazooms an’ bellies an’ bottoms of the other girls. Anyways, one of the girls was standin’ on her head with her legs stickin’ up out of the soda an’ her legs was supposed to be the straws. That phoney whipped cream was makin’ me itchy, an’ Ah jus’ had to scratch undah mah left bazoom. Mah elbow hit the straw, an’ she sort of lost her balance. Ah tried to grab her to suppawt her, but that was a mistake. I threw her all off balance, an’ she grabbed foah one of the scoops of ice cream. That girl had a very sensitive bottom. She whooped an’ knocked into the other scoop of ice cream, an’ the whole soda sort of fell apart. It was like one of them houses you build out of toothpicks. The sundaes an’ frappes all sort of melted into each other. The phony whipped cream an’ fudge an’ other stuff like that was runnin’ all ovah the stage. An’ all us mothah-naked girls collapsed in a big pile with nothin’ to covah us. Oh, it was chaos. An’ then the girl what had been the straws, she got mad an’ said it was my fault, an’ pulled my haih. So Ah pulled back, only Ah grabbed one of the bananas in the banana split by mistake, an’ pretty soon all the girls was screamin’ an’ clawin’ an’ scratchin’ an’ yellin’ at each othah. Somebody called the police, an’ we all got taken to jail, an’ they closed down the Hot Tomato foah most a month. When it re-opened, the manager allowed as how he jus’ couldn’t take a chance on givin’ me mah job back.”
“That’s a shame,” Archie yawned.
“It’s the way Ah am,” Melanie sighed. “It jus’ drives Helen wild. Ah’m always doin’ things that jus’ aren’t smart. Like with the johnny tonight. Ah’m always doin’ things like that. Ah guess Ah’m lucky Helen puts up with me at all.”
The expression on her face was so woebegone that Archie found himself feeling sorry for her. “You shouldn’t put yourself down like that,” he told Melanie. “Even if Helen does come on so strong, you shouldn’t let it make you feel inferior.”
“Oh, it isn’t that Helen comes on tall. She’s really a wonderful person. So sure of herself an’ all. Ah’d like to be like her, but Ah jus’ haven’t got it. Ah jus’ envy her to beat all. Hard as Ah try, Ah always goof it, though. An’ it comes so easy to her. When Ah foul up, she jus’ gets exasperated, an’ Ah can’t blame her. No matter how hard Ah try, it’s the way Ah am.” A large tear rolled down Melanie’s cheek.
“Hey, you’re not going to turn on the waterworks, are you?" Archie asked uncomfortably.
“Ah’m sorry. That’s one of mah faults, too. Ah cry at the drop of a bonnet.”
“Come on now. There’s no reason to open up the tear ducts. Like cool it. Dry it, baby.” Archie had walked over to where Melanie was sitting, and now he patted her shoulder.
“Ah can’t help it.” She buried her face against his chest. “Ah’m such a goof-up all the time.” Her tears were soaking through his shirt, and their warm wetness tickled his chest.
“All right, then, sob it up.” Archie sat down beside her and put his arms around her to comfort her. “Let it go on all spigots. I guess it’s good for what’s bugging you.” Her body felt soft as butter under the organdy negligee, and her breasts, heaving with her sobs, burned insistently against his chest. “Sob it up,” Archie repeated.
“Mah land,” Melanie sniffled, “but it feels so good an’ comfawtin’ to be held by a strong boy Like you-all.” She snuggled closer. “Ah sure do thank you foah youah consideration." She took one of Archie’s hands and pressed it against her breast.
“My pleasure,” Archie told her, opening the hand and then closing it again so that the organdy-covered nipple of her breast nestled in the palm. It burned and quivered there as if with a life of its own. Soon he had to open his hand slightly to allow for its swelling length.
Melanie angled herself so that she was lying across his lap now. The negligee had parted and slipped away to reveal her legs. They were showgirl legs, smooth and velvety, long and slightly curved. The thighs quivered slightly as she rotated her hips in response to the pressure of Archie’s straining manhood against one cheek of her derriere. “Ah think right about now, Ah’ve forgotten whatevah it is Ah was cryin’ ’bout,” she cooed. “Y’all sure are a powerful comfawtah foah a boy.”
“I dig compassion," Archie told her. “I really dig it like crazy.” He slid his hand inside the negligee and strummed the peak of one of her breasts.
Melanie pulled the negligee aside so that both her naked breasts were revealed. Even lying on her back, they rose up like pink mounds of strawberry ice cream. The tips were bright scarlet, long and glistening in the lamplight. Melanie pulled his face to one of them and moaned contentedly as his lips fastened over it and his tongue flicked at its length.
Archie shifted position and pushed the negligee away from her lush body altogether. The muscles of her flat belly oscillated momentarily, and the triangle of blonde curls beneath her navel seemed to move like an arrow in flight, an arrow pointing the way to the palpitatinig entrance of Melanie’s eager furnace. Her thighs parted , and the straight red polyp of her passion stood out from the blonde curls like a beckoning finger.
It drew one of Archie’s hands to it. It was slippery and kept sliding out of the grasp of his fingertips, but his quest took on a rhythm that soon had Melanie wildly churning her hips. She groped beneath her until she found the belt to Archie’s pants and opened it. She fumbled open the button at the waistband and pulled down the zipper. Her hand pushed his underwear aside and then turned into a fist to encircle its prey. “Ooh!” she exclaimed. She stood up abruptly, bent over Archie and pushed his pants and shorts down around his ankles. Then, still retaining her grip, she stared at what she was holding. “Ah surely do wish Ah had mah glasses,” she said, squinting. “Y’all are certainly somethin’, boy, an’ Ah’d like to see it a mite clearer.” She was bendin so low now that her nose grazed the tip as she studied it. “Y’all sure ’nuf ready to nest this now,” she observed. “What you think, eight, ten inches?"