Simon loved wearing tight jeans. He loved going barefoot. He'd also recently started wearing club wear. He wanted to look like a club kid.
Many people thought he was a bit of a fem, but he felt too insecure to try anything. He was twenty-five now and he'd just moved out of his mom's place and he was still cherry.
"You like getting fucked by guys?" Karen had asked him.
"No...I haven't tried it" Simon replied sheepishly.
"You should!" said Karen, lighting yet another cork tipped Marlboro, taking a deep inhale and letting out a powerful stream of smoke.
Like several other eccentric West Hollywood characters, Karen loved to go barefoot too. Usually in barefoot sandals. And she loved to look the slut part. Tight low-rise jeans, bare midriff tank tops, cheap jewelry and loads of makeup. Dripping wet in the excitement.
"I fuck anybody" she loved to say. She chain-smoked Marlboros and her red nailed fingers bore the nic stains.
"You want one?" she'd love to ask. Simon always declined, though secretly wished he could be just like Karen.
It was only in the last few months that Simon had gotten out of the grip of his mother and sister. He'd begun going to raves and dance clubs, listening and dancing to trance and drum and bass techno. He was definitely a late starter.
