**Disclaimer: This is my [OC] published work of fiction which is not to be duplicated or shared to other platforms without my consent. All characters depicted are 18+ as should be the audience. Thanks for reading and enjoy.**
I love attending concerts. Depending on the act and company, the entire vibe can be different from one show to the next. For this particular adventure, I was flying solo. I need the chaos and edgy vibe of this Punk Show I’ve been looking forward to. The loud music, the smell of smoke machines filling the air for the hyped up crowd. I live for that shit.
Of course I dressed for the occasion…
I’m comfy in one of my many band T-Shirts, short skirt with fishnets, heavier eye make up, black nail polish. I’m feeling so good, oddly relaxed given everything going on around me.
I notice this stranger in a leather jacket…I feel your hungry eyes watching me while I get my drink and find a spot in the pit mashed in with the crowd. We watch each other, smiling, drawing each other in with seductive glances. Not long after the pit starts, you breeze over, take me by the hand, dragging me off to a corner. When you shove me to my knees pinning me against the wall, you tear my shirt exposing a little teasing hint of my cleavage.