BB-80076 Go-Go Boy
Go-Go Boy
Blueboy Library
BB-80076
Morris Crown
$2.25
Excerpt
Jim laughed. Joe played a Queen of Clubs. On it was a picture of a guy in full drag, with his skirt held way above his waist, being done by a cat with a derby and a boiled shirt on and nothing else. The guy in the derby must have had a dong added by trick photography.
“Wear your pants and shirt for the first set, but unbutton the shirt to the waist. The boots are O.K. too. Dig? For the second set take off the shirt and boots. For the third and four, wear the trunks. The strap goes last.” Down went another card. Then another. The music outside was coming to an end. The guy called Jim got up and started to put on a pair of white bell-bottoms. But he stopped. He smiled nastily at Mac. In time to the music he came over towards him, doing a series of tiny little bumps, building up momentum as he came. His prick was now about even with the seated Mac’s face. The bumps became more frantic until finally his prick hit Mac full in the face. Mac turned red.
Joe’s voice was almost bored. “Cool it, Jim.”
Jim nodded to himself. He put on the white pants, and a sailor hat, and went out. A few minutes later the music out there came to an end. There was not much applause for Creme. The music started up again for Jim.
“There’s not much doing out here… but then there never is for the early show,” said Joe. Another card went down, and then another. Mac adjusted his shirt like Joe told him to. Down went another card. An ace of clubs, with a picture on it of what looked like to be a set of twins doing each other. They looked unhappy about it but then it was keeping it all in the family. Mac was getting nervous. The quiet dark-haired boy in the corner, who never said anything, moved in his chair. Another card went down. “You better get out there. Jim is almost over.”
“O.K.”
Mac stopped behind the curtain on the stage, letting his eyes get used to the dark. Through a crack in the material he could see Jim. He was doing his little bumps and grinds not more than two feet from some tall cat at a table next to the runway. Mac forced himself to look the bar over. What did Joe mean? The place looked packed. But, no one seemed to be paying much attention to Jim, except the guy he was playing to. Suddenly, with no warning at all, the music stopped and the lights went out. There wasn’t much applause for Jim either. Then a voice came over the P.A. It said, “And now, a new dancer, new to the Rod and Gun, direct from New York.”
“What’s this New York shit?”
“Buddy!”
“Buddy? Buddy, I guess that’s me. Well, world, here comes Buddy.” The music started, the lights came on. “Hell,” he thought, “I should be out there.” He started to panic, but he fought it down. He came through the curtains slowly, in time to the music. He had their attention. He worked his way to the center of the stage, moving in half-time to the music now. When the music broke loose, so did he.
But he couldn’t hold them. Slowly they all went back to their beers, and to their conversations. But they were still watching him, oh yes, they were still watching him, all right, out of the corners of their eyes, in the fuckin mirrors, so, that’s what those fuckin mirrors were for.
The music ended. The lights went out. It was over. He didn’t get much applause either. He went back to the dressing room. Only Joe was there.
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