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Punk Slut s*s

... carefully gelled up and standing in a mohawk, eight bright pink spikes of hair, each almost a foot in height, running down the centre of her head. It was funny, she was only five-foot-three, a full ten-inches shorter than me, but including a spikey mohican she seemed to actually be taller than me. Plus, of course, her high-heeled black leather boots boosted her up by a further three-inches. Jenny was undoubtedly pretty, and though our parents weren't ones to complain too much, they did grumble that Jenny somehow &#034ruined&#034 her looks. Jenny disagreed. She felt that having her nose pierced, her tongue pierced and both eyebrows pierced with gold hoops, plus five dangly ear-rings in each ear-lobe, not to mention her wild pink hair, all enhanced her prettiness. Mum and dad did not quite agree, but they knew their daughter was a big girl who was going through a rebellious stage - albeit a very prolonged one - and they left her alone. Currently Jenny wore pink eye-shadow that matched her hair, red blush and thick purple lipstick. She still looked pretty, but she also looked like a damn punk slut. Which was her intention, and, indeed, why mum and dad despaired. Right now she was trying to get me to come along with her to her favourite punk bar in town. &#034Come on Billy, you'll like it,&#034 Jenny said to me, &#034Don't be boring.&#034 &#034I don't look the part,&#034 I complained. I was tall, slim, no tattoos, no piercings and fairly short and neat black hair. I looked ...

... rather sensible compared to my pink-haired tattooed s****r as she stood there in her fishnet stockings, hotpants and cropped top, mohawk spikes coming close to reaching to the ceiling. &#034Doesn't matter,&#034 Jenny said, &#034Just go as you are, in those jeans and black T-shirt. Most guys there dress up a bit, most have tattoos, but there's no fuckin' dress code or any shit like that. It's not like you look like a nerd for fuck's sake. Just come along y'boring motherfucker.&#034 &#034Ah, sweet talk,&#034 I said. I wasn't really into punk music. Too amateurish for my taste. I was into a lot of metal as well as some old grunge. Still, some punk wasn't too bad, and I had to admit, sitting around the house for the evening would be a bit boring. &#034Okay, I'll come along,&#034 I finally relented. Jenny was a fairly wild young lady but she'd apparantly only ever gone to various punk bars either with friends or her ex-boyfriend. She really wasn't keen on going off on her own. I decided I'd do her a favour and, in any case, maybe I'd enjoy it. Maybe I'd pick up a girl! I didn't really want to bother with a girlfriend, I just wanted a good fuck, and from what I'd heard punk bitches could be pretty slutty! &#034That's the spirit,&#034 Jenny grinned, and she gave me a peck on the cheek. &#034Oops, lipstick,&#034 she giggled. I glanced in the mirror above the fireplace. There was indeed a big purple lipstick mark on my cheek where Jenny had kissed me. &#034I can't go out like this,&#034 I ...