There’s a piece I have in the place I keep the other stuff that isn’t here stuff. And it might get turned into something more one day, and it might not. But there’s a guy in it called Johnny Blue. And I was thinking about doing something with it – but I didn’t. I got distracted. Still, maybe that’s where this Johnny came from. He’s not that Johnny, but that’s how it is sometimes with character names (blush).
So like I said, I got distracted. Because it’s All Hallows soon, and I wondered about maybe doing a ghost story. And this isn’t that story either – but my fingers got itchy. Somehow a link to another piece crept in the mix too – but I won’t say where it is (blush).
There really was a Marie in New Orleans, and some say she’s buried in the tomb at plot 347 in the Saint Louis cemetery. And there’s some more as say she sure as shit isn’t at all...
I have no idea if this is erotic – but I don't think that’s my call. It’s for the reader. So if this hath merit, call it the product of your own wit and heart, and not my poor words (blush). If it has faults – those are all mine, sure as shootin’ :-). Over to y’all...
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JOHNNY H
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Say lady? Can you help me out? No – it ain't like that. No, keep the money, lady. But I could sure use a break. Can you help?
Hey, thanks for stopping, lady. You got no idea how many folk just go on by. It's like, some days, the Easy's jus' not so easy at all, you know? So. You got a minute, lady? I cain't really explain this without I tell you how it happened. No, lady. Thanks and all, but I mean it. It ain't the money. Well, it it sort of is, I guess. But not your money. See, they got a stand-up on Frenchie, an'... Oh. You ain't from here, right lady? Well, Frenchie, that's Frenchman Street. It ain't Bourbon, but Bourbon's just tourist town. Frenchie's where the real music's at, an' there's a club there's got a spot open, an' they's havin' try outs. If I can get there, I can... well, I cain't. Not less'n you can help, lady.
Music? Yeah. That's me. Me an' Lady, anyway. No, not you, lady! I mean this here Lady! Lady's my sax. Time was, you'd ask anyone, they'd tell you. You wanted great sax, you looked for Johnny. That's me. Back then it was Johnny Blue. Now they call me H. Johnny fuckin' H, an' they laugh.
Damn. I'm sorry 'bout the language, lady. But it's hard, what she did. Or it isn't fuckin' hard, which is even worse. 'Cause it's the Easy, and ain't nothin' hard in the Easy, right?
But back then, I had it easy. Most any night, me an' Lady, we'd come out. We'd find us a lamppost, I'd pull my hat down, lean back on the post - an' we'd just let it go. Didn't much matter where it was. Bourbon, Frenchie, Canal – we did 'em all, me an' Lady. An' there wasn't a night we did, we didn't get us a crowd. An' the crowd, they'd stay, an' they'd, like, listen man! An' they'd listen, an' they'd fill Lady's case with whatever they had in their pockets. An' pretty much any night, when the crowd had places to go, there'd be one as didn't. An' she'd be cute, an' she'd have time on her hands, and time for some other things to get in her hands too. And' we'd maybe play a while, until some other night, some other lamp post, an' some other girl with more than time on her hands. An' yeah, I left some tears behind me, I guess, but this is the Easy, an' what's a guy supposed to do? An' I know that ain't the kind of thing a guy should talk about to a lady, but that's how it was, an' I'm tryin' to be honest 'bout it, lady. See, that was me. I didn't pretend nothin'. An' it was easy, lady. Easy like the Easy. Or it was. Until Marie. Oh, god, until Marie.
See, it was Crazy time. Tourists, they got their names. We call it Crazy time. An' I'm out, an' I'm lookin' for a lamp post. An' I'm walkin' up Canal, an' I'm passin' this alley, an' there's this guy, an' he's got, like, three girls there. An' one's on her back, an' one of the the others, she's sittin' on her face, an' the third, she's face down eatin' honey pie. An' the guy, his cock's out and he's lookin' like a steel bar. An' he hasn't seen me, so I'm about to tell him what a lucky bastard he is. An' that's when I met my Marie. 'Cos she's behind me, and she grabs my arm an' she says 'you don't want to go in there, Johnny.' An' I turn round, an' i ain't never seen her before, but man, I'm already wishin' I had. She's gorgeous. It's crazy time, an her tits are out, and she don't care from nothin', an' they ain't too big, an' they ain't too small, an' her nipples, they's standin' like they could take a guy's eyes out. An' I'm tellin' you, right then I'd have made that deal, an' gone blind happy, they looked so fuckin' good. An' she says it again. 'You don't want to go in there, Johhny. There's nothing there for you, chere. Not less'n you want to burn, boug.' An' she spits, right honest to god spits, into the alley. An' I have to jump back, 'cos her spit lands, an' the alley, fuck, that alley's hot, an' they's flames from ground to sky. An' you don't want to know what I see in that fuckin' place. You really don't.
I should have run right then. I should have run forever.
But I figure, this is the Easy, an' I've seen worse. An' whoever it is who knows my name, I don't give a damn, 'cos she's hotter than the fire in the alley. And somehow the alley's behind us, an' my arms' round her shoulder, an' if my hand happens to be playin' tag with her breast, that's just how things happen, right? An' i figure if she moves it, that's one thing an' if she doesn't, well... an' she doesn't move my hand. 'Cos we're passin' another alley, an' she pulls me into it, and she spins, an' she pulls me close, an' her nipples are hotter than fire, an' her tongue's in my mouth, an' she takes my hand an' put's it full on her tit, an' she says 'You slowin' down, Johnny cher? That tit in your hand, it ain't just for show, honeychile. Show Marie what it's for, baby.' An' she grabs my other hand, an' she pulls up her skirt, not that there's much skirt to pull, an' she puts my hand on her ass. An' her ass is so cool, but somehow it burns in my fuckin' hand. An' she grabs my finger, an' she pushes it right into her asshole. An' as I slide into her, her tongue goes crazy in my mouth. An' her cunt is grindin' against my cock, an' my cock is so fuckin' hard, an' she pulls her mouth off me, an' she pushes her cunt into me, an' I can feel it hot an' I can feel it wet. An' she looks me in the eye, an' she's grinnin', an she says 'Cain't you do any better than that, Johnny boy?' An' I don't ask how she knows me, 'cos everyone know me, an' I'm grinnin' my own grin when I feel her zippin' my zip, an' I feel her hand on my cock, an' her tongue is back in my mouth, and it's lickin' me, an' it's slidin' in an' out of my mouth, an' every slide, she's slidin' her hand on my cock. An' she slides, an' she slides – an' her hips lift, an' she's up on tiptoe, an' she's down – an' my cock's in her cunt, an' her tongue's in my mouth, an' my finger's in her ass, an' it's the Easy, an' it's Crazy time, an' it's so fuckin' easy.
An' I thrust, an' her cunt's so wet and her cunt's so hot, an' I ain't never been kissed like her mouth is kissin'. An' I'm slidin', an' I'm deep in her, an' it feels like I can fuck her all night. An' that's when she spins us roun', an' she has my back on the wall, an' her mouth's off mine, an' she's grinnin' at me. She's grinnin', an' she says 'hey, cher. They tell me you play real good, man, you an' Lady.' An' that's strange, 'cos I don't tell nobody Lady's name, an' it ain't nobody's business. An' I should be mad someone knows, an' I should be scared someone knows. But I'm not, 'cos my cock's still in her cunt, an' my finger's still in her ass, an' I jus' don' care. An' I say 'that we do, Miss Marie. That we do.' An' she leans in to my ear, an' she whispers, an' she says 'me too, cher. I blow kinda good myself.' An' her tongue licks my ear. An' you're gonna laugh, lady, but I swear, I slipped lady off, 'cos she’s still on my shoulder while I'm fucking Marie, an' dear god, I hand Lady over to Marie. An' you'd better believe me when I say ain't nobody ever gets to touch Marie. But Marie laughs at me, an' she says 'that ain't what I blow, boy.'
An' she slides down me, an' her tits slide down me, an' her nipples slide down me, an' she's on her knees, an' she's lookin' up, an' she kisses my cock. An' she looks up at me, an' she says 'well? Let's blow, honeychile.' An' I take Lady in my mouth, an' she takes my cock in hers. An' I slide into 'Two Years of Torture', 'cos I love me some Hank, an' Marie, she slides her mouth onto my cock. An' I'm in her face, an' I'm deep, an' I'm in her throat – an' I hear Lady, an' I ain't never played better. An' Marie’s tongue's on my balls, an' I push into her throat, an' she's grinnin', and I slip into Ballade, which I ain't never played good, an' made me swear Parker was an evil bastard – an it's sweet, like I never could do it, an' it's hot, like my cock's hot in Marie's mouth. An’' I head over to Recycled Blues, 'cos I never could play that either – and I can. I fuckin' can. I fuckin' can, an' I'm in Marie, an' I'm pushing deep, an' she's suckin' me hard – an' I can feel it in my balls, and I can feel it in my fingers, an' I can feel it in Lady – an' I explode in Marie's mouth. An' I come an' I come an' I come an' I come – an' there's so much of me in her mouth, it's leakin' from her lips, an' it's runnin' down her face, an' my cum's all over her tits, an' she's grinnin' like no grin I ever saw. An' she takes her face off of my cock, an' she slides up my body, an' she's still grinnin', an' she whispers in my ear, an' she says 'you like that kiss, Johnny cher? Was it good for you? Oh, an' Savannah says hi, Johnny.' Then she kisses me, her lips but no tongue – an' it's black, an' I fall.
An' you know what, lady? I wish I'd fallen forever, swear I do. 'Cos I don' wake up on Canal, an' I don' wake up on Frenchie, an' I don' wake up anywhere I ever been. 'Cos tourists, they go to Saint Louis, an' they walk the graves, but I don' go there. I don' go there, an' I special don' go to 347, not nohow. But that's where I wake. That's where, an' there's a fresh cross on the tomb, an' I guess a cross is like a kiss. An' Savannah, she's there. An' Savannah, I left her cryin' a long time ago, 'cos I got too close to lovin' her for real. An' she cried when I left. She cried an' she cried, an' she tol' me I'd pay for walkin'. An' she's laughin' at me, an' she's cryin' too. An' she says 'hey, Johnny. Play somethin' for me, Johnny?' An' I figure, what the fuck, an' I grab Lady, an' I swing into Lester Young – but I don't. Because my fingers are mud, and my tongue's wood, and Lady don't love me. An' Savannah, she says 'somethin' wrong Johnny?' A’n she’s grinnin’, like she knows more than she’s sayin’. An' she drops to her knees, an' she unzips me, an' she ain't Marie, but Savannah was always good, an’ she still is. An' I'm in her mouth, an' I'm hard, an' Lady's mine again, an' the Lester's mine. An' it's great – until it isn't. 'Cos Savannah, she's got her mouth off my cock, an' she's laughin', an' I'm gettin' soft – an' it's gone. It's like I never held me a sax in my life. An' Savannah laughs, an' she says she's passed the word, an' there ain't a girl in the Easy's gonna make me hard ever again. An' she draws a circle roun' the fresh X on the tomb – an' she's gone. An’ I swear, I swear I heard someone laughin’, an’ it weren’t Savannah. So that’s why they call me Johnny H these days – ‘cos it’s Johnny Hardoff, like Hardon, but no on, not never, ‘cos this is the Easy an’ there ain’t nothin’ hard here.
An' that's how it is, lady. That's it, that's all. 'Cos there's stories about Marie, an' stories I believe. An' them as say she died in eighteen and eighty one, they don't know nothin'. 'Cos she cursed me, an' she cursed me good. An’, see, they got a stand-up on Frenchie, an'... an' I cain't play a fuckin' note. So lady? Please lady? Can you give me a break? 'Cos I need it. I need it so fuckin' bad. I can live without the stand-up, though a guy’s gotta eat. But I need the music, I need it so fuckin’ bad, an' it's gone. An' there's only one way to bring it back. So can you do it, lady? Can you suck my cock? Please? Please, lady? Please?