Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21
Just before the dancing arms started to get boring, a bump of dark black hair started bobbing up above the rim of the basket. Soon a green forehead appeared, and then a smiling green face. The young woman was very beautiful... and very thin. She had somewhat dark skin, but it was hard to be sure beneath the green makeup– or paint. She had to be an expert contortionist because there was no way that she was standing up– or even sitting up– in that basket.
She brought her shoulders above the rim of the basket and moved her head back and forth within the width of her arms. I have seen various performers imitate this classic move, but this was the first time that I had ever seen it done this well. The crowd was silent and very attentive as she rose further out of the basket, exposing her well-formed breasts. By American standards, they were small, but they were very well-formed, and as is not uncommon among women from the Indian subcontinent, her nipples were unusually long. Her hands were swaying high above her head which was moving back and forth between her arms, and somehow, she was slowly rotating her chest in small circles so that her breasts bounced slightly and her nipples quivered in small circles in front of her.
As the music played on, she continued to rise out of the basket. No one was any longer paying attention to Wyatt’s horrid impersonation of a Hindu snake charmer. All eyes were on the green lady as she rose from the basket. The basket quivered slightly as her waist rose above the rim. Evidently she had to make some major adjustment to how her legs were folded within the wicker before she could rise farther. Then she slowly stood the rest of the way up. It was obvious from the position of her legs that she was rising from a cross-legged stance within the basket. Her legs were spread slightly as her groin came into view. She had very dark pubic hair which looked slightly strange with the green makeup rubbed in it. The combination of green and black, however, highlighted the fact that her cunt was gaping slightly open. It was apparent that even a green-skinned snake woman was still pink on the inside.
Once she was standing upright, she continued to sway for several minutes in a snake-like fashion with her hands above her head. I was watching her hands and her face and didn’t notice that she had very smoothly stepped out of the basket until she began moving away from it. She continued her head bobbing, swaying motion while stepping sideways, walking along the front of the stage and smiling down at each of the customers in the front row. She then went back across the front, this time with her gaze fixed on those of us sitting in the second row.
After she had returned to the far end of the stage, she stood still for a moment and then began bending over backwards. It looked like she was going to do a back bend, but as her head went further back, she did not place her hands on the floor. Instead, her hands, still waving like snakes, slid along the floor and forward between her legs. She grabbed her own ankles as her head continued to move down and forward until her smiling face was now framed, not by her arms, but by her legs. It was almost disconcerting to watch her face bob in small circles beneath her cunt which was now fully gaped like a bright pink flame burning above her head. There was an audible gasp as she again began stepping sideways and moving along the front row. I’m pretty sure that the college boys’ attention was riveted a little above her face as she went by smiling at each of them.
This time she did not walk back across the front. Instead, she raised herself back to a standing position and began undulating in an even more snake-like fashion as she slowly moved back toward her basket. She stood behind the basket and rotated slowly in place, still undulating and waving, until the music ended with a loud cymbal clash. At the clash of the cymbal, she dropped to the floor as if going back into the basket, and the lights went totally out. When they faded back up, Bill and Ted walked out onto the stage, lifted the basket, and took it off into the darkness. It was obvious from the way they handled it that it was now empty. The snake lady must have scampered off stage in the darkness.
Wyatt came back out and stood in the center of the spotlights. He had lost the Punji but was still wearing that ridiculous turban. “Let’s hear it for Lady Anaconda,” he shouted. “She is on loan this month from my brother’s club in LA,” he added just as loudly. “Those of you who are westbound to the coast, stop in at the The Blue Deuce for a really quality show. Tell them Wyatt sent you and you will get your first drink at half price.”
I refrained from shouting out “Thank you, Jesus!” but I did have to quickly set my drink on the table to keep from dropping it. A soft voice in my ear said, “All of the drones are now in place. We are ready at your signal.”
I cupped my hand in front of my mouth and spoke into my watch, “Ready whenever you are Natasha.” Then I started moving towards the stage.
Almost immediately, a loud, fast, “Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping!” reverberated through the club and a loud voice– my voice– yelled through what sounded like the distortion of a bullhorn, “That burst was high so we didn’t hurt anyone, but each time we fire, it will be lower. We only want Wyatt Monty. Everyone else get the hell out of there.”
Boris had insisted that it would sound real, and he was right. If I hadn’t know that the sound of bullets tearing through the sheet metal walls was just coming from special transducers on four drones that were now sitting on the metal roof of Colonel Boogie’s, I would have been on the floor. The dust drifting down from the rafters was an unintended bonus that added to the reality.
Most of the customers were running for the front door, led by Bill and Ted. I didn’t blame them. They were muscle, muscle, not gun muscle. Wyatt, as expected, was still standing in the spotlights, frozen in fear. I grabbed him and pulled him to the floor. “Down!” I yelled. “No telling where the next burst might come.”
As if in answer to my comment– well, actually it was in answer to my comment– another loud
“Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping!” tore through the club.
“My truck’s out back!” I shouted into Wyatt’s ear. “Does that door open?!” I added, pointing to the back exit.
“Yeah,” he stammered back. “I keep it clear in case there’s a raid and I have to get out the back.”
“Let’s go!” I shouted, pulling him toward the door. “I’ll take you wherever you need to go.”
“Just get me away from here!” he shouted in fear.
As we were moving toward the door, he didn’t feel the slight prick of a ring needle as I pushed him in front of me.
We ran to the truck and I immediately started it. “Buckle up!” I yelled. “I’m going across the field.”
He rapidly clicked on his seatbelt and I floored it. As I had warned, I went straight across the grass at the end of the parking lot and turned toward the street so that I bounced over the curb at the intersection and roared away toward the Interstate. Meanwhile, in front of the club, the customers and staff were standing around trying to understand what had just happened. Hopefully none of them had noticed the four drones lift off from the roof of the club and fly over to the roof of a tire repair shop two blocks away. That had happened as soon as the second burst of noise was finished, so most of them were possibly still inside. The drones would eventually be discovered, but by then, no one would associate them with whatever it was that had happened at Colonel Boogie’s.
Once we were on the Interstate, I slowed to the legal speed limit. Wyatt turned to me and said, “Thank you for getting me out of that. What’s your name? My brothers will want to thank you.”
I smiled at him and said, “My friends call me W.”
I chuckled as a look of abject fear filled his face just before he lost consciousness. An hour and twenty minutes later he was on a private plane headed for The Society’s island prison and I was on Interstate 80 headed for Los Angeles and a visit to The Blue Deuce.
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To Be Continued...
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