21 - Tales of the Sideshow - The Alligator Woman

Jason reached behind him, and brought forth a can of lager. The pop-crack-hiss of the tab was sharp in the night; already a fifth of the candles were gone, and the darkness notably closer in. He took a long sip.

"I needn't tell you that not everything in a sideshow is real. You might get a 'hermaphrodite' that's really just a dude that only works out one side of his body and shaves the other, or 'twins' who aren't related at all, just made up the same. A lot can be done with proper billing and barking. But the scariest things are the ones that can't be faked. The ones that are too real. Which reminds me of

THE ALLIGATOR WOMAN

Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana...the boss had decided we'd summer down there. Do the smaller towns, the ones that didn't get carnivals very often, and whose cops were more amenable to stripper tents, or even more adult entertainments. I was scouting again, going ahead of the caravan to find and set the ground. Except this time, the boss was with me.

I never knew how old she was. Seventy, maybe. Her face had strong features, lots of wrinkles, skin thin as onion paper in parts. Yet her silver hair was full, and her lips were red, her arms stil strong when she rolled up her sleeves to help. There were burn scars there, at her neck and on her arms. She never smoked, wouldn't let anyone smoke in her presence if she could help it. To everyone at the carnival, she was just the Boss. Not Miss or Mrs anything. She must have had a name, but I never knew it, and the carnival changed its name each season, sometimes more often than that. It was that kind of outfit.

So we were in a little town that way. The field we could get was backed right up by the bayou, and there were gators and snakes there I wasn't keen about, but the boss said we'd keep the trailers back there and set up a fence and it would be fine. She was distracted, and went off on her own for some errand, and left me to pay off the cops, a nice enough good ol' boy named McHenry. He didn't even count it; the thickness was enough for him, and we sealed the deal with a sip of the local shine. Likeable guy. Lots of stories.

When I got back to the truck, the boss wasn't alone. She was with the Alligator Woman.

I've seen folks with skin conditions. Seen body modification enthusiasts who put little implants beneath the skin. We'd had a couple folks like that last season; the man had a cock covered with little bumps, and the woman had these heavy rings that dragged her labia down her thighs. We used to do private shows, after hours, where they'd show off what they could do. It was a sight, I'll give them that; the way she'd splay out her lips and he'd slam his weird prick home, and the sounds they made almost made you want to try it. We didn't get caught, but they went to try their luck in California.

Anyway, the Alligator Woman wasn't like that. I could see that straight away. She was wearing a thin grey hoodie and full-length jeans, despite the heat, and only her face was visible to me, but I could see every inch of that dark, almost black skin was moulded and mottled like an alligator suitcase. Her nose was broad and flat, and her jaw and upper lip jutted out, kind of muzzle-like. She didn't smile, exactly, but when she opened her mouth I saw her teeth were small, spread out, and sharp. No flat teeth at all.

We found her a trailer, and the boss asked me to work with the Alligator Woman on her act. We needed to set up a scene, build a narrative. The scene was where the sideshow acts would sit, each one was custom, unless we reused one as acts changed out and we could make it work, and she was going to be at the end, the big finale after the Fat Woman and the Leech Girl. I had a thought maybe we'd get a kiddie pool in there, build a little stage, paint some trees and make it look like she was in a swamp, in a tight little bikini.

That was all I was thinking, but first things first. I asked her name.

She signed at me. Allie. Our Alligator Woman was called Allie. I don't know if that was her real name, or just what she wanted to be called. She wasn't deaf, nodded at everything I said, but she seemed to warm to me when I signed back to her. Picked that up a couple years ago, when we had these deaf-mute clowns...anyway. So I tried to explain my idea through signs, and she nodded, and then she stood up and took off her hoodie.

Now, I've seen rubber suits and prosthetics in sideshows before. Some punters, they like that, like to find the zipper. But she pulled off her top and there wasn't anything underneath it, and there was no zipper. Just more of that scale pattern, all over her hairless, dark skin. It was shiny like leather, and her nipples on her small breasts were inverted. Her hands, there was something wrong with. Stubby fingers, long nails. She struggled with the button on her pants, and I had to lean forward and undo it for her.

She turned around, and that's when I saw the tail. Not like the tailed folks you normally see, that's usually just a few inches, a thin little continuation of the spine. This was a foot long, and fat enough I couldn't see her pudenda. Allie stepped out of her jeans and stretched, nude as anything, and...well, she was too real. I almost thought of gluing a zipper over her spine, just to keep the punters from freaking out...but anyway.

I got the scene set up, and the paint was still drying as one of the other girls got her this little g-string bikini that barely covered where her nipples should be, and they had to tie the strings careful to go around that tail without showing anything. Honestly, it accentuated her womanly attributes, she looked sexier in those scraps of fabric than she did naked. Not that I would tell Allie that. I was the only one who could sign that season, so I was pretty much the only one she could talk to. We ended up spending a lot of time together.

There was never the problem of sex between us, early on. Allie made it clear pretty early on she was more interested in girls, and that was fine with me, we got to talk about it some nights after a show. And one night, maybe six shows in, the boss comes in to have a discussion with her about our after-hours shows. The private ones. We were headed to a college town in northern Louisiana, and someone had paid for a private party. They wanted to see a sex show with real human oddities. Well, most of our oddities weren't really up for that kind of thing, because they weren't really porn stars and maybe didn't want to be.

So it surprised me when Allie said she'd do it, if I'd do it with her. We hadn't even fooled around a bit since she'd gotten there, and she'd made it clear she liked girls, so I hadn't thought anything of it. But the boss gave me the eye and I said if it was fine with Allie it was fine with me. I needn't tell you I was already part of the show with the Leech Girl, because she was comfortable with me and I didn't fear her teeth, so I was going to be part of the billing as the Freak Fucker. They had me in a straitjacket, and a bit of makeup made my hair wild and eyes bloodshot. You might think that was odd, but we were all friends, after all, and it's show business. We all do our part.

In town, we had a special tent set up for the show. It wasn't packed, there was an older man and what I took to be his wife, and a couple others, but no more than a half-dozen, dressed in nice clothes, and each with a mask on their face. Well, I reckon it must have seemed to be a good show for them. The Leech Girl started off with a long, slow, sloppy blowjob; me wheeled in in my straitjacket, raving and writhing but unable to get away. When she'd done that she dripped my jizz out of her maw into the mouth of the fat woman, and while I got hard again that slinky little woman was rubbing herself all over Bess and lifting up those big saggy tits. They weren't neither of them gay, but the money was right and Bess I don't think was anything in particular, she just sort of sat there.

Then Allie came out. The boss had gotten her a red cloak that looked like snakeskin, with a high collar, and when she came out there was a gasp as they saw her face. The Leech Girl helped her out of the cloak, and Allie was in that little bikini, and the old man in front had his cock out, the wife stroking it. The whole atmosphere in the tent got more intense, as the Leech Girl ran her hands over that shiny black skin, and peeled off the bikini top and pressed her fingers against those sunken nipples as if threatening to pop them out. Needless to say, I was hard as a rock then, the viagra having kicked in. Then Allie did a little swirl and bent over as she took her g-string off, tail sticking straight in the air.

I heard the gasp, but I didn't see why. Not until Allie turned around and I saw—well, I'd always taken her for a woman. But there were two slender black cocks poking up out of her slit, standing tall. Each as long as mine. I put up a show of struggle, which played well in the seats, but I didn't yell or scream as the Leech Girl bent me over onto my knees. There was a jar of vaseline within reach, and I felt Allie rub it into my virgin hole. If I'd known this was part of the show, I might have taken some time to practice first.

Well, no time then. I don't need to tell you, the first time you take anything up your ass, be it so much as a finger, it feels bigger than anything, and you try to clench down hard. For me, I felt the first real trickle of fear as those two slimy members pressed against my virgin ass. Allie, to her credit, took her time; and the Leech Girl distracted me, shoving her pussy in my face.

The ladies weren't cruel about it. Yet there was a coldness to it all. I'd been set up, and I was in their power. I had to trust that these two would know when to stop, wouldn't hurt me. And I felt real fear, even as my traitor dick started leaking as those twin cocks squirmed inside of me. The punters were going mad for it, and I heard later that the wife had damn near impaled herself, and the others were frigging themselves so hard we thought one of them would have a heart attack.

It all finished rather quick. Allie pulled out for the money shot, her hot seed squirting on my ass. The boss picked the right moment to let the curtain fall and the lights dim. The ladies helped me back to my trailer, rinsed me off, laid an ice pack between my cheeks.

I felt drained. The terror of that moment of loss of control, the unexpectedness of it, had burned me out worse than just the unexpected penetration. Yet the horror of it was when the boss came in, and brought a chair up to my bunk and said.

"I think you will make an excellent addition to our little show."

Which is how I knew that the Freak Fucker wasn't going to be any sort of a one-off.

Jason sat his beer can down and stared at the candle.

"I think she was born that way, Allie. I never asked about it, and she didn't talk about it. But I do know that it was that moment, when the women I thought were real friends turned on me—well, that was scarier than any deformity of body. That wasn't a performance. It was a betrayal."

So saying, he blew out the candle.