Needing to be out of the house for an entire day was the perfect chance for Sharon to meet up with Barb and get into trouble together. It had been too long since they'd gone out for some debauchery and their weekly lunch hadn't been nearly as routine as it had once been due to all the wild changes in Sharon's life as of late. Barb had jumped at the chance to spend a day out together, and before Sharon had even had a chance to suggest anything Barb said she had a great idea but wouldn't say any more than that.
They met at the mall, which was Barb's idea, and Sharon took a quick bump of coke from her pinky nail before stepping out into the sun. She enjoyed the warm sun as it blanketed her bare skin, which peaked out from her loose dress starting high on her thighs, cleavage, arms, and shoulders. Barb had said not to waste too much time on her outfit, suggesting that they start their day with a shopping spree. Barb was only a few minutes late, which was surprising, and she pulled up next to Sharon with a gleam that was visible from outside the car through the windshield.
"So, what's this plan of yours?" Sharon asked, trying not to sound too interested.
"Let me surprise you," Barb replied, smiling back at her longtime friend, and crushing a spent cigarette under the heel of her red pumps.
Sharon decided to go with the flow, not pushing her friend for any further details, confident that Barb would not disappoint. She followed Barb to the mall and noticed that she had a definite target in mind, not even bothering to glance at the passing storefronts on-route to her destination. Sharon again resisted the urge to press her for information and simply followed along next to her, eventually ending up at an alternative clothing store called 'Firebird Apparel.'
Sharon looked around as they stepped inside and noticed a lot of leather and what she could only describe as 'biker' clothing.
"Don't think I've ever even been in this place," she mused aloud.
Sharon spun on her heels and faced Sharon with a knowing grin.
"Let me choose our clothing, and just go with it and don't ask a bunch of questions, okay?" she challenged.
Sharon rolled her eyes but nodded her head in begrudging acceptance of her friend's request.
They tried on a number of different outfits, all put together by Barb, and eventually walked out wearing leather from head-to-toe. Sharon wore tight black leather pants tucked into knee-high leather boots. Her tight, black leather jacket was unclasped and left open to reveal her lacy black bustier that didn't even reach past her first pair of ribs and showed off her flat stomach.
Barb wore a black leather one-piece with a large zipper stretching from her upper crotch to her bust, where it was unzipped to reveal fleshy mounds of cleavage. The legs were fashioned like hotpants, rolled up to her upper thighs and her waist was cinched with a built-in leather belt strung inside belt loops.
They both looked like they were ready to jump on the back of a Harley or try their hand at being a dominatrix. Sharon had definitely been hesitant at-first, never really seeing herself as the black leather type, but she had to admit that she looked and felt very sexy. She also enjoyed the feeling of the soft leather against her skin, and there was something very carnal about it.
"You look hot," Barb commented as she stared at Sharon.
Sharon couldn't help but blush, and she did a few poses by sticking out her chest and ass. Barb didn't hesitate to kiss her passionately, grabbing her face in her hands and plunging her tongue into Sharon's mouth. Sharon was only too happy to accept her friend's advances and kissed her back in the middle of the mall like the shameless whore she had become. They enjoyed each other's mouths for a few more moments before breaking free and heading back to the cars.
They both instinctually lit up cigarettes almost as soon as they were outside of the building and filled their lungs with thick smoke that still gave Sharon a shudder of pleasure. After exhaling a long, thick stream of smoke from her red-painted lips she looked expectantly at her friend as she did the same.
"So? Where to next?" she asked before taking another monstrous drag.
"You'll see, why don't you drive with me? It'll be easier if we just take one car," Barb suggested.
Sharon didn't have any reason to protest so she nodded, and they made their way to Barb's vehicle. Sharon smoked a couple of cigarettes and took a few bumps of coke while they drove, noticing that they were heading further and further outside of the city. Eventually a dingy strip mall came into view that Sharon had never seen before, and they pulled in.
It was a line of businesses next to a gas station with a bar anchoring them at the far end of the parking lot. The gas station looked sketchy and old, with a dated sign that simply said 'Gas,' while sporting two pumps out front. A couple of hundred feet away was the strip mall, with the first building being a liquor store that simply said 'Liquor' in red lettering. Next to that was a tattoo shop that continued the theme of the mall, just called 'Tattoo.' Next to that was a smoke shop with the same predictable name and finally a bar.
The bar was the only business that had a unique name, in that it didn't have a name whatsoever. It was clear that it was a bar with the illuminated signs of various beer and liquor brands hanging in the windows, but there was nothing else to identify what it was called.
"Where the fuck are we?" Sharon asked her friend.
Barb laughed, a throaty and carefree display that annoyed Sharon a little bit. Was she really worried or apprehensive about being on the 'wrong side of town'? She realized that she was not annoyed with Barb, she was annoyed with herself. It had been quite some time since she had felt like the scared, inexperienced woman of several months ago and she did not like a reminder of that person.
"Relax, it's going to be fun," Barb replied finally.
As Sharon followed Barb toward the building that said 'Tattoo' she couldn't help but notice the dozen or so motorcycles parked outside of the unnamed bar at the end of the lot. The leather outfits were starting to make more sense, but she was still unsure exactly what Barb had planned. The sense of unknown was a source of both excitement and anxiety that swirled in her stomach like a washing machine. She ignored it and took a deep breath, resolving to shake off the weakness she hated about her old self.
Upon stepping into the tattoo shop Sharon's vision was cast almost entirely in darkness as her eyes struggled to adjust to the extreme difference between the sunny outdoors and the darkness of the building. She took off her sunglasses and waited a few moments for her eyes to adjust. Once she could finally see it was hard to believe that anyone was able to do anything, let alone tattoo, in the low light of the single room building.
It was even smaller than it had appeared from the outside, basically consisting of one tattoo chair and a wall mounted shelf with a large mirror above it. At first there didn't appear to be anyone working, but a side door opened, and the silhouette of a giant man stepped in. It looked like the buildings were accessible through doors that connected them, like in some motels, and perhaps the man who worked in the liquor store also worked as a tattoo artist. For Sharon, that didn't bode well for the quality of work that was on offer there.
As the man stepped closer and into the low light of the room, Sharon was able to get a better look at him. A stained and faded Harley Davidson t-shirt under a leather vest clung tightly to the morbidly obese frame of a bearded 40-something. His beard hair and was as unkempt and wiry as the hair on his head, both black and peppered with grey. His rotund beer belly hung over the belt that struggled to hold up his blue jeans and he stomped forward with a pair of boots that no-doubt spent a lot of time on the pegs of a motorcycle.
He smiled at them as he approached, a lascivious smile that did nothing to hide the lustful thoughts that were no-doubt swimming through his head.
"Do for you ladies?" he asked, not bothering to even look away from their breasts as he addressed them.
"We'd like to get some ink," Barb said confidently.
The man smiled wide and toothy, several silver teeth gleaming even with the dingy yellow lighting.
