Emma McDowell was a fiery redheaded twenty one year old. She worked as a waitress at a local diner. Her life was pretty simple. She worked during the day and at night she was usually at a bar or dance club. Emma was an aspiring musician. She loved music. It was her life. She played guitar, bass, drums, and sang as well. At the moment she was in a band, the only girl in the band, and she played guitar and did lead vocals. They were mostly a cover band of classic rock songs. Emma favored playing Blue Oyster Cult songs, they're her favorite band. She could best be described as a wild girl, a pistol, a firecracker.
It was just in her nature. She'd always been that way. Emma was a gorgeous girl. She stood at 5'6" and weight 135 lbs. She had short, fiery red hair and freckles dotted her entire body. She had a slim figure with 36D breasts that she had no problem showing off. Emma loved sex, almost as much as she loved dancing. She was always a bit of a tease. Tact was not something Emma understood. If she wanted something, or someone, she went after it/them. It was that simple. So that night was no exception. She got all dressed up, wearing knee high black leather boots with a two and a half inch heel, a tiny black skirt and a black leather corset with red trim covering the boning of it.
She put some make up on, a little mascara and eye-liner, some lipstick. Emma usually didn't wear that much make up, she didn't need it. She had a natural beauty. Then Emma hopped in her black 1972 Impala and headed for her favorite dance club. As soon as she got in the music and atmosphere hit her. She could feel her nipples harden in her corset and she felt a slight wetness between her knees. Emma never left this place without a man, or a woman. That was another major aspect of Emma. She loved women just as much as men, sometimes more, they were kinkier.
