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Punk Slut s*s

... some barely comprehensible lyrics. A sizable crowd of a couple of dozen people before the stage started headbanging and dancing away. The bar was a lot larger than you would have thought from the outside and there were around a hundred people there; mostly punk types with spikey hair and mohawks but a few black-haired goths and some shaven-headed people thrown in as well. It seemed to primarily be a punk-bar but otherwise there was a good mix of people of various sub-cultures, all thrown together here far from the brightly lit bars of the city centre. The raised stage was at the far end of the room with a big dance area before it, and the rest of the place was filled with chairs and tables and booths. There was a long bar with plenty of stools before it. There were two barman, both big burly guys, and a barmaid, who looked about forty and was even bigger and burlier than the barmen, and had a leather top on that barely concealed her huge swinging tits. I felt a big nervous but despite the rather scary looking people that filled the place, and the rather aggressive music, it seemed friendly enough. &#034C'mon, I'll get you a drink Billy,&#034 Jenny said, and she sauntered towards the bar. I followed close behind. &#034Two beers please,&#034 Jenny shouted at the barmaid above the noisy live music. The barmaid grabbed two bottles of beer, opened them, then planted them on the bar. Jenny handed over the cash, said &#034keep the change&#034 and the big busty barmaid thanked ...

... her then went off to serve other customers. Jenny handed me one of the beers and we went over and sat at an empty table near the dance floor. I gulped down a load of beer and surveyed the place. It was jolly noisy and smokey, with a big collection of interesting looking people around; drinking, smoking, moshing on the dance floor and copping off with each other. I spied two people dressed all in leather snogging in a nearby booth. the guy with long black hair, the woman with a shaved head. &#034Like it?&#034 Jenny asked me, having to shout above the loud punk music. She'd looked odd earlier, standing in our living room with her spikey pink hair and punk outfit, but now she looked completely in her place in this smokey bar full of wild looking people. &#034It's cool,&#034 I said, and sipped my beer. &#034You're nervous,&#034 Jenny grinned leaning forwards. &#034I'm not.&#034 &#034You are, your leg is shaking.&#034 I looked down. My right leg was indeed jiggling a bit. &#034That always happens when you're nervous,&#034 Jenny giggled, and she clapped her hand to my leg to still it. &#034Just relax!&#034 &#034Okay,&#034 I smiled, feeling a bit silly at being all nervous. It was just because it was a strange new place and I felt like the odd-one-out, what with being dressed reasonably sensibly. &#034Have a cig,&#034 Jenny said, offering me one. We both lit up and took a big pull on our beers. &#034Hey Jen,&#034 said a passing guy. He was short, fat and had a big mohawk just like ...