Dance Lessons - 1. Chapter 1

“What now?” Cassie looked back and forth between Jo Ann and KC.

Nodding to KC, Jo Ann said. “You tell her and see what she says. I’m sure she’ll agree with me.”

“It’s not big deal Cassie. I got a part in a play and I need to learn how to line dance. I kinda told a little white lie when I auditioned. They just had us speak our lines that day and told us that the dance tryouts would be in two weeks.” KC looked hopefully at Cassie.

Cassie stared at him in disbelief. “The last time we went dancing KC, when you got out on the floor to dance, they called 911, thinking you were having convulsions. We got kicked out because they thought it was some kind of a joke.”

“Told you. There’s no way you can learn to line dance or any other dance in two weeks, or a year, for that matter. You just as well tell them the truth, and be done with it.” Jo Ann got up to get the three of them a drink. She opened the fridge and got a pitcher of margaritas out and reached in the freezer for frozen mugs.

KC took his drink from Jo Ann and moved over so Cassie could sit between them. The three of them drank in silence, enjoying the cool drink.

“What about that new club they opened out in the country?” KC looked at Jo Ann as he spoke.

“Boots and Babes? Seriously? You want to go to a bar called Boots and Babes that’s known for skimpy shorts, cowboy boots, and tight low cut tiny tees on big boobed women? Have you lost your mind?” Jo Ann rolled her eyes, glancing at Cassie, who wasn’t budging an inch on the matter.

“I refuse to go to a cowboy bar and watch you make a fool of yourself, KC. Anyway, you don’t have anything to wear. Your tight, thin tees and skinny jeans just won’t cut it in a bar where brawny cowboys hang out. We’d be lucky to get you out of there alive. After two drinks, you’d be hitting on one of the cowboys, and it’ll be like a bar room brawl out of an old movie, and you’d lose.” Cassie drank from her mug, waiting for KC to reply.

KC cleared his throat and pleaded in his best persuasive, baby boy voice. “Let’s just go one time and see how it goes. If it doesn’t go well, I’ll come clean to the directors of the play, and forget it.”

Jo Ann looked at Cassie and shrugged, waiting on Cassie to cave.

“One time KC, and if you get us in any trouble, I swear, I’m going to kick your butt all over that bar myself for all those horny cowboys to see.” Cassie got up from the couch. “Might as well get this over with, while I’m in agreement. If I wait any longer, I might change my mind.”

Thirty minutes later, the three stood at the door of the bar, country music, blaring from the speakers above the door.

KC had on a pair of Wrangler jeans so tight that you could count the hairs on his balls. The black tee he had on was so tight that his nipples looked like buttons on the inside of the shirt. He’d found a pair of cowboy boots that Mark had left. His jeans were stuffed down in the black boots, and he looked like anything but a cowboy. Glancing at him doubtfully, Jo Ann showed her I.D. at the door and waited on Cassie and KC to follow her inside.

They sat down at the bar and ordered. Beer for the girls and KC ordered white wine. The bartender looked at KC like he was from another planet. “Will Reunite’ be ok? That’s all the wine we serve.”

KC nodded, and tried not to grimace when he saw the bartender unscrew the top off the wine bottle and pour it into a water glass. Tasting it reluctantly, KC hid his reaction, and dared not say anything.

“What the hell were you thinking, ordering white wine? You should’ve just asked for a rainbow flag to wave while you drank it.” Cassie sighed and turned to Jo Ann in exasperation.

“If he doesn’t get us in trouble tonight, I’ll be your slave in bed for the next month.” Cassie knew she was safe as soon as she’d made the statement to Jo Ann.

Jo Ann nodded, but offered no deal of her own, because she knew KC too well.

Both girls cringed when the jukebox started playing “Strokin”, by Clarence Carter.

“Oh hell! This isn’t going to be good.” Cassie hissed at Jo Ann as KC hurried onto the dance floor

KC just kinda stumbled through the first couple of bars of the song, but when Clarence Carter started singing, “Stroke it to the east, Stroke it to the west,” everything went nuts. While the other dancers moved from side to side, KC was stroking as he knew it. His hand was moving furiously in an up and down motion above his crotch. The pathetic part was, he couldn’t even keep in time with the music. He was so caught up in stroking, when the other dancers did a turn around, the line in front of him turned to see KC making the motions of a masturbating pervert, his eyes closed, unaware of his audience. One of the brawny cowboys lifted him by his belt loops, and threw him across a table. Cassie and Jo Ann ran to beg the man not to kill KC. They explained that he had this terrible condition that made him do crazy things. After explaining how many crazy things KC had done, they finally convinced the man to let them leave.

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“Quit whining KC. We gave you a chance and you blew it. What the hell possessed you to do such a thing?” Cassie looked ready to kill KC herself.

Jo Ann stood in the kitchen doorway, nursing her beer, trying not to laugh at the picture of KC that kept flashing in her mind. KC was so oblivious to anything, but the idea of stroking, was so funny now. She walked over and sat down between the two on the couch. “The only thing you heard on that dance floor was no music at all. All you heard was the words, “stroke it”. Am I right?”

Turning a bright shade of red, KC hesitantly nodded.

Jo Ann looked at Cassie and said, “Now I know why they thought he was having convulsions last time. The song, ‘The Funky Chicken’, was playing.”

KC glared at the girls when they started to laugh. “I guess I’ll come clean to the directors Monday. Maybe I can get a part in the next play.”

“Sure you will. One chicken, I mean monkey don’t stop no show.” Cassie laughed at her own joke before flapping her wings like a chicken and dancing around the living room.

Jo Ann joined, mimicking KC from hours before singing, “I’m strokin.”

KC threw the couch pillows at them before stomping to his room