For the last year I had lived a cross from a Goth bar. "The Den" as it was called seemed to be a pretty happening place. Every night many strange creatures of the night lined up to get in what seemed to be a very busy bar. My apartment had a balcony that faced the bar so I would sit out some nights and just watch the scary people. Never quite understood dressing up as a vampire or wearing black leather and more zippers and belts then a Levi's factory. You really have to wonder where someone with lots of metal in their face and purple hair make a living, but I guess they must do something.
The last few weeks this one particular girl who seemed to be there every night really started to catch my attention. From what I could see she had blood red hair, lots of makeup covering her face, and wore a tight what looked like latex outfit. You could see her coming a mile away seeing as she almost glowed with the shimmer coming off her outfit. Seeing her there every day really started to perk my interest in the place. I had always dated prissy bitchy chicks which always seemed to end in more headaches then happiness.
It was Friday, last day of work before the long weekend and the day was dragging. Working in an antique store was pretty boring but it drew some interesting people. It was about five minutes before closing when low and behold the girl who I had watched for two weeks came waltzing into the store. I wanted to get closed down for the weekend so I could get home, sit on my couch get high and play video games. Big plans for a long weekend I know, but all my friends had girlfriends and went on a big couples weekend and I was left all alone to be bored.
She started browsing the store. Her had had new blonde streaks since I had seen her the night before. Not wearing her shiny outfit make me a little sad, but when she turned to look at an old table I realized that the skirt she was wearing was just as good. Black leather and a slit down the side held together by a string left little to the imagination. It was evident that she was not wearing any panties. She had such a nice tight ass too. Her shirt was black, tight and had a jagged cut down past her bra showing amazing cleavage. I walked over to talk to her.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" I said. She turned and looked at me with a surprised smile. Her face seemingly painted white with blood red lipstick and hauntingly green eyes nearly took my breath away.
"Kevin? Is that you?" Her smile growing and making my breath leave almost completely from my lungs.
"That's me," I nearly chocked out trying to figure out how she knew me.
"You don't remember me do you? You used to live two doors down from me when we were kids, I'm Jennifer Miller." I watched her face turn to a concerned look and it was the last thing I remembered before waking up on the floor.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
I felt like I was going to die. The girl who for the last few weeks seemed to be the only thing on my mind was not only in my store right now, she was a girl who I was great friends with as a kid. We even played doctor together. Laying there the embarrassment set in. "I'm fine, ummm I think skipping lunch might have been a bad thing." I let out a little chuckle as I got up.
"You've grown since the last time I saw you Kevin, you look real good." Seeing that she was a goth it really surprised me to see a smile like that.
"You have grown quite nicely yourself." The second I said that I turned beet red. Stupid remark. "Umm, I meant, ummm, you look good."
She smiled, "so where do you live these days? We should get together and catch up."
"I live in an apartment on Franklin, across the street from Big Franks hotdog emporium." The place was famous and I didn't want her to think I was watching the bar where she was hanging out at every night.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. I go to the Den almost every night, it's the bar right beside Big Franks. I am gonna be there tonight, you should come and meet my friends.
"I am not quite sure if I would fit in there though, ummm, don't I seem a little ummm how would I best say it, too plain to go to a bar like that?" I really wanted to check the place out but never had the courage.
"Don't worry about it Kev, you will be with me, and that's enough of an in as you need." She took down my number and told me to be ready at 10:00, gave me a smile and walked out. I couldn't believe my luck.
I closed up and went home and spent the next four hours getting ready. Fretting over how the night was going to unfold and just being plain nervous. I smoked a bowl to calm me down and finally the phone rang.
"Kevin, come downstairs, its time for some fun." She hung up and I nearly fell through the door trying to escape my apartment to get to the evening I had dreamed about for the last year. I ran down the stairs and out the door to be greeted by Jennifer and two of her friends. I really scary looking dude with a red Mohawk and pants the size of Canada stood there holding a leash that was attached to a girl who looked to be right out of a Manson video.
"Hey!" was the only think I could get out. The guy was giving me a dirty look at first then let out a big laugh.
"Wow dude, you look like you are going to church or something" He laughed again.
"Excuse Nexus, even if you were wearing shorts and a Zeppelin t-shirt that you would look like a churchie." She smiled and game me a big hug. "I think you look great" she whispered in my ear. Her breath so soft it instantly game me a hard on. She took my hand and the four of us walked over to the bar.
