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Punk Slut s*s

... moshing on the dance floor in front of the stage but not so many that we couldn't see the singers. My s****r and I continued having a drink and watching the band. I felt more and more relaxed. Jenny soon got up to get us a third drink, then I got us a fourth. Before long we were quite merry. The band eventually changed. Wild applause and d***ken hooting greeted the new band. This featured a line up of four male musicians and a female vocalist. She was very tall, especially in her high-heeled red leather boots, and very slim. In addition to the red boots she wore pink fishnet stocking held up with a black garter belt. I could see all this because she wasn't wearing any trousers or a skirt or anything; she was just in her boots, stockings, garter belt, a red thong and a matching red bra. Oh, and elbow-length red gloves. She also had bright blue hair that hung down to her waist. The singer merrily asked the people in the bar if they were &#034having some fuckin' fun&#034, and when appropriately greeted with lots of wild calls to the affirmative (including from Jenny and me) the singer and her band started to play. There music was not quite as aggressive as the previous band but was still loud and thrashy. The woman actually had a good voice, and unlike the previous singer she actually sang rather than shouted, although she did still sing in a loud and shouty kind of way. &#034I didn't realise she was singing tonight,&#034 Jenny said to me, voice raised above the music. ...

... &#034They're called Fanny and the Fuckzines. The woman is Fanny. Obviously.&#034 &#034Are you a fan of theirs?&#034 I asked. &#034Yeah,&#034 Jenny grinned, &#034Sort of.&#034 I listened to the singer, who was wailing the chorus to the opening song. The lyrics were hard to make out but there were a few uses of the word &#034fuck&#034 and at least one reference to anal-sex. &#034Nice lyrics,&#034 I commented, &#034Erm...I think. Anyway, what do you mean you're only 'sort of' a fan?&#034 &#034Well, I am a fan,&#034 Jenny said, sounding like she was hiding something, &#034It's just that...well, there's a rather...strange stage act the band does. Or, rather, what the audience does. Some of them anyway.&#034 &#034Sound very cryptic, what do you mean?&#034 &#034You'll see.&#034 &#034Tell me s*s.&#034 &#034Have patience Billy. It'll start soon I bet. Good job you're eighteen though! Otherwise I'd have to make you avert your eyes.&#034 &#034Huh?&#034 &#034Just wait and see,&#034 Jenny giggled, and she lit a cigarette. I was rather intruiged, so I decided it would be fun to see what would transpire. I didn't have to wait too long. A couple of songs into the act, as Jenny and me were on our fourth beers, some of the audience started moving apart to clear an area in front of the stage. There was much cheering and whooping and I soon saw that they were cheering a skinny young woman with a shaved head who was triumphantly striding towards the stage, wearing nothing but a pair of black leather ...