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Harmony and Melody
By Cal Y. Pygia
Harmony and Melody were lesbian lovers.
Their real names weren't Harmony and Melody, but Gretchen Smart and
Cynthia Howard. However, Harmony and Melody were a duet, and, as such,
they thought, as did their agent, Mindy Swanson, that the duo needed stage
names with more pizzazz. Like their same-sex orientation, their stage
names added appeal to their cute faces and curvy figures. The fact that
they actually could sing was almost an afterthought to their success as
singers.
Like Madonna, they knew how to reinvent themselves and how to reinvigorate
their career. When a new idol had threatened to steal their thunder,
they'd intimated, through their publicist, Betty Walters, that they were
on the brink of a breakup. The tabloids ran countless articles,
accompanied by photographs, many of which had been doctored, showing the
"lesbian lyricists" on the verge of "splitting up," their authors citing
"irreconcilable differences" between "pop music's most cuddlesome
crooners." Within a month, the new idol was forgotten, her rising star
now fallen.
Likewise, when the Peppermints, a skyrocketing all-girl group, endangered
the female faggots' popularity, Harmony and Melody responded by releasing
"Harmony and Melody," which sold in the millions, eclipsing the
Peppermints' meteoric rise. The song was semi-autobiographical, its
lyrics telling of how they'd met, developed mutual crushes upon each
other, engaged in first-time lesbian sex with one another, and become
lovers with no further use for men as sex partners. Their fans, who were
numerous, especially among lesbians, knew the words to the song by heart,
having played it incessantly.
The same-sex singers' greatest threat, however, was posed by the so-called
Princess of Pop, a black bitch by the name of Panther. She brought a
level of lewdness to her performances that was mesmerizing. Just short of
"indecent," her pelvic thrusts and gyrations left her audiences, female as
well as male members among them, aroused and clamoring for more. Her
every performance was met with cries of "Encore!" and "More!" As
Panther's career became a true overnight sensation, that of Harmony and
Melody's took a corresponding nosedive. Trade journals, no less than
tabloids, wondered whether the "once-popular pop tarts' career was finally
hurtling toward oblivion."
The duo's first impulse had been to fight fire with fire, and they began
to include steamy, suggestive pantomimes of lesbian sexual activities into
their performances. While they sang of their undying love, they kissed,
caressed, and bumped their hips or ground their buttocks against one
another. At first, this tactic seemed to work. Their ticket sales and CD
sales both climbed. Panther's, however, never flagged, and, in a few
weeks' time, after she'd added a couple of male dancers, one black and the
other white, to her routine, simulating sex with them onstage, as she
belted out the blues or poured pop lyrics over the teeming crowd of her
audience, it was clear that Panther wasn't going away any time soon and
that, every day, she was eroding Harmony's and Melody's appeal.
Lesbianism was chic, but in-your-face heterosexual sex among mixed
African-American and Caucasian dancers was hard to beat, as was the fact
that Panther's vocal range was phenomenal, whereas both Harmony's and
Melody's was, at best, minimal.
It was Betty who came up with what she--and her clients--hoped would be
the solution to what they'd come to refer to as "the Panther problem,"
and, more and more, celebrity rags began to hint at a "huge secret" that
the "Sapphic singers" were "hiding" from their "devoted followers."
Columnists wondered whether it was "fair of the pair to withhold from
their fans whatever deep, dark secret they harbored," and some writers
demanded that they "care enough to share" this secret, whatever it was,
with their "faithful fans." It was time, a gay publication suggested,
that the "lesbian lovebirds" "outed" themselves about whatever secret they
were keeping.
Instead, Betty dropped hints. "Insiders" claimed, one tabloid announced,
that "Harmony and Melody are seeing others." Another publication
proclaimed that, "according to reliable sources," the singers were
"adopting an orphaned girl, whom they planned to raise as a lesbian, like
them." A third periodical whispered the titillating thought that "maybe
Harmony and Melody are really straight!" The girls let the rumor mill
grind, and the demand that they share their secret, whatever it was, with
their fans grew to enormous, thunderous dimensions. Their career was back
on track, the pair again a runaway success, their every release gold.
Once again, they'd reinvigorated their career.
But Panther was tenacious. She ramped up her act, incorporating a
striptease into her act, so that, by her final number, she was wearing
only a pair of silk thongs and her buffed male dancers gyrated in sequined
jockstraps. The heterosexual threat of Panther and Her Boys remained hard
to beat, and, instead of Harmony and Melody leaving the "black sex
goddess," as the tabloids had dubbed "the Panther of pent-up desires," in
their wake, another fallen star, the duo found themselves in the fight of
their lives. There was nothing left for them to do, they decided, but to
"come clean" and divulge their secret--live, on stage, before thousands of
their adoring fans, of course.
It was a calculated risk. They knew that they'd lose some fans
immediately. Others might remain faithful, but their ardor would cool to
the extent that they wouldn't go out of their way to attend a concert or
buy a CD. Moreover, it was all but certain that their revelation would
end in their arrest, a hard-fought trial, and maybe even a period of
incarceration. Such events could irrevocably harm or save their career.
They decided that it was a risk they should take. Indeed, if they were to
stop Panther, it was a risk they had to take. Betty announced that, three
months from now, in August, during their performance at New York City's
Madison Square Garden, Harmony and Melody would finally reveal their
secret to the world.
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When configured for concerts, Madison Square Garden's capacity is 20,000,
and the stadium was filled to overflowing when Harmony and Melody stepped
onto the stage. Under brilliant lights, they began their long-awaited
Revelation Show, belting out the opening lyrics of their signature song,
"Harmony and Melody":
As soon as I saw her,
I had to see more;
She's the harmony
To my melody,
And, since our first night
Together, we've been tight.
Just as they'd anticipated, the crowd went wild, standing, waving their
arms and hands, cheering, shouting, and whistling. From the stage, the
singers saw familiar banners: "Girl Power," "Lesbian Singers Rock," and
"You Go, Girl!"
The music changed, signaling the introduction of new or altered verse, and
the duet sang new lyrics in place of the original:
We've long had a secret
We cannot forget;
We've been dying to tell it,
Hoping it's a hit
With our fans, the best in the world,
So, here it is, boys and girls.
The singers took off their halter tops, displaying their breasts. In New
York, they knew, it was legal for women to exhibit their bosoms. On the
great screen that depicted their every onstage posture and pose, their
bare breasts were the size of Volkswagens. The crowd expressed its
thunderous appreciation of the full, high, round tits that bounced and
jiggled as the lesbian lyricists danced and gyrated.
Harmony twirled into Melody's arms, and their breasts flattened against
each other as the women embraced tightly, kissing. Their mouths opened to
admit one another's tongues, and the performers mouth-fucked each other
with their stiff, probing oral appendages. Again, the gigantic screen
exhibited their same-sex shenanigans to the cheering crowd. The
enthusiasm of their fans was deafening.
As the performers continued to kiss, their open mouths sealed over each
other, Harmony's hands cupped Melody's buttocks through Melody's leather
mini-skirt, and Melody gripped and squeezed the cheeks of her lover's ass
through the skin-tight, white jeans that Harmony wore. The crowd
screamed, jumping for joy. "Panther's career is as good as dead," Harmony
predicted. Melody nodded, and the girls sang the next stanza of their
revised song:
We're gay, and we're proud
To sing it out loud,
But you already know that,
So lesbian love's not the cat
We'll let out of the bag
To set tongues a-wag.
Here, they paused to resume their French kissing, and their audience
applauded. The new lyrics were dreadful, both singers agreed, but their
fans, it seemed, were more than pleased with the revision to their
signature song, and that was always all that really mattered--keeping the
fans happy.
Behind them, Harmony and Melody had erected a pair of folding screens
inlaid with their likenesses, captured in mosaic tiles. After a final
hug, each singer scampered behind her screen. The music continued to
play, and the ladies let the suspense build. No doubt, the audience was
anticipating a costume change, but none of their many admirers could
possibly know what the singers had in store for them.
At Harmony's nod, the two performers emerged, and the huge screen showed
the 20,000 fans gathered in the stadium a truly shocking sight--a
revelation that would be headlined (and shown, in pixilated TV images and
censored photographs) around the world this evening, tomorrow, and pretty
much forever. Harmony and Melody were naked, their buoyant breasts,
bouncing and jiggling as the duo sprinted toward one another, clearly
displayed, as were their swinging cocks and balls! The huge screen showed
the singers' full, firm, high, round breasts; their fabulously feminine
fannies; and their cute, boyish genitals, revealing to the world that the
supposedly "lesbian lyricists" were, in fact, male-to-female transsexuals,
or transwomen, who'd opted to retain, rather than to surrender, their male
sex organs.
As the duo embraced, breasts pressing breasts and cocks and balls sliding
and rolling against cocks and balls, kissing passionately, hands caressing
breasts and buttocks and fondling pricks and testicles, the police rushed
the stage, arresting the transsexual pop stars. Harmony and Melody were
led away in handcuffs to the cheers, whistles, and shouts of their fans.
That evening, it was clear to all, including Panther and Her Boys, who
were watching in choice seats, live, as the arrests were being made, that
the career of Harmony and Melody was anything but over. In fact, thanks
to their Revelation Show, their star power had gone nova.
As Harmony told Melody, after their attorney had bailed them out of jail,
"Heterosexual sex is hard to beat, even for lesbians as lovely as we, but
nothing, least of all Panther and Her Boys, can compete against shemale
sex!"
Melody agreed, kissing her transsexual-lesbian lover, and, her cock
stiffening and swelling, like her nipples, testified to the truth of
Harmony's declaration.
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