cakewalk

Fiddle Game

Fiddle game = selling someone something of perceived valuable, to either make a profit or steal other things of value. 


“So that’s the guy?” Kate asked from the backseat as the three observed the older man standing at the backdoor of the club, with two bodyguards flanking him.

Richie nodded, as Seth looked at him, “Kisa says that Nolous hires girls to work the club, then sells some of them, south.”

“So they’re snakefood.” Seth adjusted the rearview mirror, “Remind me why we’re helping your ex?”

“Cause bad guys have money.” Richie smiled. “Kisa wants the girls out of their cages and some relic he keeps in his office, we keep the rest. He keeps anywhere from 300 to 500 thousand in cash. It’s good score, but honestly with the security system he’s running, this isn’t gonna be a cakewalk. I’m not liking the killbox doors either, that alleyway’s gonna be trouble.”

“Naw. We ain’t doing this.” Seth waved his hand emphatically. “Sorry, but the snake-queen can hash out her own shit. I feel bad for the girls and all, but this isn’t a smash and grab and the long-con we’d have to run would be too complicated.”

“We can run the fiddle.” Kate snapped her fingers and started rummaging through her over-sized bag.

Seth countered, “We don’t have a fiddle to sell him.”

“Sure we do. I need your button up.” She patted his shoulder.

“What are you talking about?” He questioned looking back as Kate started to shimmy out of her pants. “The fuck are you doing?”

“Being the fiddle. Shirt.” She patted Richie’s shoulder next. “I need your knife.” Richie handed it back without a thought. Kate pulled on her black skirt and cut a slit up the side.

“Kate.” Seth ground his teeth together. “No.”

“It’s a good play, Brother, let Sis run this one.” Richie glanced back, “She’s topless now, you should really hand her your shirt.”

Seth growled and started unbuttoning his shirt, “You couldn’t just take Richie’s?” He shrugged off his jacket and long-sleeve.

Kate snatched the shirt from Seth and starting doing up the buttons, covering her black lace bra. “He’s too big.”

“First time he’s ever heard a girl say that.” Seth’s snarky comment earned him a smack upside the head from Richie.

“Dick.”

“Asshole.”

“Boys.” Kate barked, tying the shirt to sit just above the edge of the skirt. She bailed out of the car and slipped on her heels. After ruffling her hair, she leaned against the passenger-side window and held her hands out to Richie, “Glasses and smokes.” He hesitated for a second, then handed them both over. She sipped the glasses on and lit one of the cigarettes.

“You got five minutes.” Seth warned.

“I only need four and a half.” She winked.

She sashayed up to Nolous, taking drags on the cig and laughing a little too enthusiastically. Her hand was on his arm and she was looking over the glasses at him, selling the ‘innocent-but-not-so-innocent’ routine. Nolous handed the leather money bag to one of the musclebound idiots with him and held the door for Kate. She made the ‘after-you’ motion and Nolous walked in, in front of her.

“She put the pack in the door latch. Time to move.” Richie put his shades on, because he felt naked without glasses. The brothers both grabbed their guns, Richie grabbing Kate’s too. Seth muttering about not liking this on-the-fly con and Richie rolling his eyes at his overly cautious brother.

They let themselves in through the backdoor and took out the muscle with ease. The club didn’t open for hours and there wasn’t anyone else here. They could hear music from what must be Nolous’ VIP room.

“I said hands on the chair.” Kate’s voice was authoritative, before sweetening, “You don’t get the full affect, otherwise.”

Nolous was sitting in a chair, with his back to the door as they slipped in. Kate’s shirt was ripped open, Richie’s glasses clipped on the strip of fabric between the cups of her bra, and she had a knee on either side of Nolous’ legs. She leaned forward, pressing her chest against his as she whispered in his ear, “There’s just two problems here, Mr. Nolous: one you put your hands under my skirt and grabbed my ass and two… they’re a touch possessive.”

Seth cocked the gun and pressed the barrel against the back Nolous’ head as Kate leaned back away from him. “No touching, assholes, house rules.”

Kate handed Richie his glasses with one hand, while accepting her pistol from him with the other. She jammed the pistol down the club-owner’s pants. “I’m not a big fan of being touched.” She grinned, as Richie wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted to her feet with Nolous scrambling to get up with her. “Now you’re gonna take us to the safe and tell us about the girls or I’m gonna shoot your dick off.”

Richie and Seth cringed a little on principle, but let Kate walk the guy backwards to the safe. Maybe they’d been teaching her a touch too well. After he popped the safe and Seth started to throw the money in a bag, Kate tied the shirt together; casually asking him about the location of the girls, which he frantically gave up.

Kate smiled up at Richie, “Can I have your jacket? I’m chilly, it’s freeing in here and yes I know why, smartass.” She slipped it on, and started to walk out with Seth, “Mr. Nolous, we appreciate you being so cooperative. There’s just one more problem, see you might be lying or omitting details. So Richie here, he’s a friend of Lady Kisa’s if you get my meaning, he’s gonna ask you about the girls again and not so nicely, just to be sure. We’ll be car, Richie, don’t take too long.”

.:.

I think she’s got that con down.  I’m working on some more of these guys, Promise.

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Most people say “cakewalk” to mean an easy or simple task, a battle against an enemy that won’t put up much resistance. But originally it was a sadistic old-timey dancing game for slaves. Cakewalks were essentially dance-offs for a chance of winning, yes, a cake. While that sounds delightful, the reality was … less joyful than its name would imply. That’s because it was a party game for slaves – and they didn’t really have a choice in the matter.

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I was at the Oscars, waiting to hear
 if my name was called, and I kept thinking, Cakewalk, cakewalk, cakewalk. I thought, Why is ‘cakewalk’ stuck in my head? And then, as I started to walk up the stairs and the fabric from my dress tucked under my feet, I realized my stylist had told me, ‘Kick, walk, kick, walk.’ You are supposed to kick the dress out while you walk, and I totally forgot because I was thinking about cake! And that’s why I fell.
—  Jennifer Lawrence, W magazine 2014
The Cakewalk

Yesterday we mentioned the cakewalk in the post on Aida Overton Walker. My elementary school used to have cakewalks at festivals: a group of people would walk around a circle with numbered spaces while music played. When the music stopped, they pulled a number out of a hat, and the person standing on that number won a cake. Fun times! Who knew it holds a place in Black History?


The cakewalk came to national attention at the 1876 Philadelphia Centennial. There was an exhibit featuring slaves on a plantation singing folk songs and doing a “chalk-line walk.” The slaves would line up and couples would prance down a line or in a circle. The best performers won a cake.

By 1877, minstrel shows had begun including the dance. At the time, it was only performed by men, but eventually women performers were included. The shows and dances were a big success all around the country and even in Europe, as Aida Overton Walker’s trip to England shows. Aida Overton Walker helped to popularize the dance and raise it to a level of respectability.

As a popular social dance, the cakewalk was a competition in which the couples performing the most fancy steps would receive a cake. In the ministrel shows, the cakewalk was exaggerated and goofy, showing the “Black” dancers as attempting to dance like high-society Whites.

But the origins of the cakewalk are on Southern plantations, when slaves would gather to mock the formal ballroom dance steps of their White owners. Eventually, the owners began to organize and judge competitions on the weekends. The Whites thought the dances were just funny slave dances, not realizing the original intent.

The cakewalk was the first social dance craze in the U.S. Was it also one of the first times White society co-opted Black cultural forms? (This reminds me of the Harlem Shake controversy). The cakewalk contributed to the development of jazz and ragtime music. It also attributed to several phrases, like “That takes the cake!” and “Piece of cake”, the latter because of the association with the weekend.

See videos of the cakewalk here: http://www.streetswing.com/histmain/z3cake1.htm

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cakewalk

http://www.aaregistry.org/historic_events/view/cakewalk-black-expression-through-dance

http://globetrotterdiaries.com/tidbits-2/the-history-of-the-cakewalk-satirizing-the-satire

http://www.slate.com/articles/news_and_politics/explainer/2003/04/where_do_cakewalks_come_from.html

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