1. Jazz


    Date: 12/9/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    good with improvising, you know, letting the words and the mood take me where I needed to go, playing with the melody, bending notes, scat-singing and the trio just followed. Then someone named Frank Weinstein heard me at another club called, “Ken Barry’s Town House,” a pretty classy place compared to “The Black Cat” and said he knew an agent in New York who could get me bigger gigs. He got me to make a tape with the trio and he sent it to this agent who really liked it. Peter and Gabe were excited for me and encouraged me to go to New York, but I couldn’t, not with my mom being in such a bad way, so I put that on a back burner and kept singing at the Town House and a few other places. I started getting a following and Ken, the owner, said he booked Peter’s trio cause of me and that I was going to go places. He used to invite me in his office to hang out and talk, but I could tell how he looked at me he wanted more. He was in his fifties and kind of sleazy. Then one night, he said, “how about a drink?” and poured me one, a Bloody Mary, even though I was underage and sat with me on his couch. He must have poured a lot of vodka in it ‘because I got really woozy. I told him I’d better get going, but when I stood up and staggered, he pushed me up against the wall and put his hand up my dress, grabbed my pussy real rough, tried kissing me, his cigarette breathe stinking. I was drunk and almost gave in, but then I squirmed away and ran out of his office. I never said anything to ...
    Peter or Gabe, but Ken kept trying to get in my pants. I wanted to quit singing there, but it was a good gig for the guys so I just handled it. I kept working at Roma’s and the Save-way and hung out with Gabe. I was on the pill and he’d pick me up after work. We found this isolated out of the way place on a hill over looking the city. He got an old mattress and we put it on the floor of his bus and sometimes we’d stay there all night. We also fucked at his house sometimes when his dad was at work. His mom was a real estate agent and never home during the day. When we graduated, me near the bottom of the class, Gabe was third. He got a big scholarship to Oberlin because they had a good music program. We had a great summer. He always drove me to the gigs and afterwards we’d go to one these all night diners and have eggs, home fries, and coffee which gave us lots of energy, then we would go to our favorite spot, get really stoned and fuck all night. I dreaded the idea of him leaving in September, but that’s what happened. One day that agent who had my tape called and said I was really good and should look him up when I come to New York. His name was Morris Katz and said he could line up some gigs, but I couldn’t leave mom. I could see she was getting worse and then that fall, the doctor said she was done for; her liver was shot. She wouldn’t make it past Christmas. Two weeks after Mom died, I took the bus from Akron, Ohio to New York with one suitcase. I figured I’d find clothes ...
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