Realizing [M]y [F]etish at a Punk Show | 2016

(After writing a couple stories on here a couple months ago, I couldn’t help but come back. I thought this was one of the best I had, especially given its vague tie-in to the other two stories I shared.)

“Taking a break” in a relationship is a tricky thing. It’s like smashing a hole in your fence to see if the grass is truly greener on the other side. Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn’t - but either way, now you have a hole in your fence. Some say one can only truly take a single break in a relationship else the relationship is destined to fail. I say it’s different for each person, depending on what your standards are for fences. All the same, this story takes place during the only break (before breaking up entirely) between my then girlfriend Amber and I.

It was the beginning of my final year at University and Amber asserted that we should be able to take in the rest of the college experience, if only for a month or two. I wasn’t crazy about the idea, but I figured it would open up more time for my friends, so I agreed after a messy argument. At first it was nice, I had a ton of extra time to practice with my band - but a couple weeks in, this break proved to be an excellent idea.

My band and I figured we would capitalize on our seniority (which hid our mediocrity) by playing a number of shows all over campus to kick off the new school year. The shows went well, playing at a few friends’ houses, a bar, and eventually a basement show at an apartment notorious for its elitist crowds. I note that last show specifically, as it was after our set there that the wheels of this story get into motion.

As I went to pack up all of our equipment at The Basement, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to discover a girl I had never seen in my life with a massive smile across her face. I looked her up and down in a failed attempt to recognize her: she wore an oversized black cardigan that hit below her waist, along with a ruffled leather mini-skirt. Her legs went on endlessly from the skirt in a pair of nylon stockings, ultimately concluding in a pair of combat boots. “Kickass set, man!” She announces as my eyes find their way pack to her face.

Not sure what I was expecting I answer back, “Hey, thanks a ton. We’ve been playing shows all over this town for years, why do I feel like I’ve never seen you before?”

She laughs, pushing her edgy bangs out of her face, “Because you haven’t! Name’s Scarlet by the way.”

“Louis,” I respond as I awkwardly extend my hand for a handshake. Scarlet smiles sweetly and goes for the handshake, her hands long and delicate with sharp painted black nails.

“Embarrassingly enough, I’m a freshman,” she responds, “But I wanted to check out what kind of bands were on campus. Everyone here seems to know you guys!”

“Probably because we’ve been around for so damn long,” I laugh. Scarlet smiles wide again, I notice the subtle olive tint to her skin, hard to detect in the bad basement light. “Oh come on, you guys were great. Don’t have to be so modest.”

I smile back at her, “Thanks… Scarlet? That’s right?”

“That’s right. Sounds like harlot. Not that I am one, I just heard that rhyme a lot in Middle School.” We laugh together before she continues, “Anyway, I’ll let you get back to packing up, just wanted to say you guys were kickass.”

I thank her and nod and get back to gathering up the amps. She turns around quickly, clearly with something to add, “Oh, by the way. I actually sort of have a band with the friends I’ve made at school. We’re actually playing here next week.” Her body language was awkward, a clear case of those awkward transitional college social skills.

Out of pity, I make it easy on her, “Awesome! I’ll see if I can make it - maybe bring the rest of the band.”

Scarlet’s face lights up, “Badass! Well, hopefully I’ll see you then.” I nod, and she wanders back into the crowd at The Basement. Soon after, the car is all packed and we begin the incredibly short drive across town to drop off our stuff. In the car I tell everyone about Scarlet, to which most people scoff. My bandmates all weigh in: Victoria noting that she no longer has the tolerance for “shitty freshman bands” to which Andrew responds that “we were once a shitty freshman band too” and that it was refreshing to see someone that actually thought we were a good band for once. We all laugh at that last remark before everyone other than Andrew and I decide that they’re not interested in suffering through a bunch of rough new bands when they could just make up an excuse instead. Andrew and I aren’t crazy about the idea either, but we figured that it was only fair if Scarlet suffered through our band, we could do the same for her. Not to mention, being on a break with my girlfriend left me a ton of free time on the weekends and I had to find some way to fill it. A week passes and on the night of the show, Andrew bails on me. Hard-pressed to go alone, the hard pangs of guilt and wanting to be a good guy possess me to make my way over to The Basement, “at least for Scarlet’s set” I establish in my head. Hoping for a quick escape later, I take my car, completing the 2 minute drive across town. The never-ending buzz of amps and the occasional waft of weed smoke greet me as I enter; almost becoming a nostalgic sensory overload given the amount of times I’d been to The Basement. As I wind my way down the staircase I can hear what sounds like a hard punk band already playing. I overhear a couple women as I pass them on the stairs noting how the “lead singer is trying too hard to seem edgy,” and how “They’re painfully cliche and sloppy.” I sigh, expecting to form similar opinions at this gauntlet of unrefined music. I make my way to the back of crowd, looking for Scarlet so I could at least make an appearance. Things are a bit rowdy, so I decide I’ll wait it out until the end of the song.

The reviews I heard on the stairs weren’t far off - the band was pretty rough on the ears, and definitely sloppy. All the same, they had good energy, and if they were just a bunch of freshman, I could respect that. I look up on the stage to discover it’s a three-piece all-girl punk band. “Trying too hard to be edgy” or not, the lead singer was undoubtedly sexy as hell. She wore thigh-high leather boots that ended in heels that could pierce the walls of a battleship. Under the boots, she wore a pair of black jeans so torn-up, I would assume she lost a fight with a bear only a few minutes prior. Most distracting of all however, was that all she wore above her waist was a short, tight, black leather corset. I admired her like a work of art as she threw herself around the stage, her guitar pressed against her bare hips as she clutched the microphone with both hands, unleashing a frenzy of lyrics. I thought briefly to myself how badly I’d love her hands to be clutched around my cock the same way as that microphone before feeling a bit of guilt as I had a girlfriend - before coming full circle and thinking about it some more, as I technically didn’t have a girlfriend right now.

Their song quickly came to an end, and unabashedly under the spell of their front woman, I let out the biggest cheer in the room - everyone else seemingly unimpressed with the music. The lead singer points to me and lets out a familiar smile. “Thank you!” The singer announces. She catches her breath, her chest heaving up and down in the leather corset while I look on mesmerized. She continues, “So yeah, we’re gonna do one more song. Thanks for having us. In case you missed it, we’re Harlots and Scarlets,” upon hearing Scarlet’s name I look closer and the two other members of the band, neither of them appearing to be Scarlet. The front woman continues, gesturing to her bandmates, “They’re all harlots, my name is just Scarlet.” Some pity laughs roll through the room, as my heart comes to a stop. I push my way closer to the front of the makeshift stage, I only take a few steps before it’s clear as day that the lead singer I was lusting after was the same woman as the timid freshman fan, who I had come out for out of pity. I do a double take as my eyes lock back on to her body, the same olive skin that was barely distinguishable last week was now on full display, blending temptingly with the glossy black leather of her corset. Something was different about her face as well. Her lips were painted black and her long black hair pulled nearly as tight as the corset in a bun. She stuck the first chord of the song and her eyes filled with rampant energy, all the while painted gaudily in smoky black mascara.

Entranced by Scarlet I began to get into the song, while everyone around me remained unimpressed. My mind felt like a blender full of half-realized thoughts, the only one I could grasp that wasn’t hormonally charged being the question of why I was enjoying this so much. Scarlet’s tight and contorting body seemed reason enough before I saw her kick with her leather heeled boots. My mind flashed back to the last time I had felt so utterly powerless to a woman, searching for correlations. One of Scarlet’s lyrics jogged my memory all at once. The song seemed to be about some sort of fictitious nightmare prom, and I swear I heard a lyric that sounded like “Don’t cum on my dress.” Suddenly the correlation was as clear as day: I was entirely powerless against women in tight black leather.

They say the first step to treating your addiction was admitting to it, and I felt like I had finally put a finger on my achilles heel of fetishes. That said, I had no intention of resisting it. The excitement of realizing the source of my potent sexual energy nearly brought a mischievous smile to my face as I took in Scarlet’s last song while fantasizing about every inch of her body. The set ended shortly after and I raucously applauded, Scarlet again made eye contact with me and her black lips gradually moved into a smirk. I turned away to let her pack up her guitar, and I watched the crowd filter out upstairs to take a smoke. My heart continued to pound - while I had no experience personally, I could only imagine what I felt was comparable to discovering a new drug for the first time. I gave Scarlet a couple minutes, before approaching her with the intent on returning a compliment. “Hey Scarlet, you killed it up there!” I let it out confidently as each step closer to her made me weak in the knees. “You really thought so?” Scarlet shot back, seemingly surprised. “Hell yeah, I was really into it.” “That’s a serious compliment, Louis, you guys seem to be legends around here.” I laugh uneasily to myself, I break eye contact and make the mistake of looking down at her perfect cleavage bound up in the corset. I can feel myself growing in my jeans. Earnestly she continues, “No seriously! Everyone around here knows and loves you guys. You’re like one of those guys you fuck in college and then brag about when they’re famous.” Stunned, I let out my natural pleasant response, “Ah, that seems like a longshot.” I awkwardly look down at my feet, but am first struck by Scarlet’s sexy leather boots. A million thoughts run through my head in a matter of seconds. I think of how badly I want to fuck Scarlet, but I can’t because of my girlfriend Amber. Then I think of how Amber demanded this break in our relationship. I think about how I could totally get away with fucking Scarlet. My thoughts shift to the fact that I’m a senior and Scarlet’s a freshman. Only a couple years difference in age, but certainly more in maturity. I think about how that doesn’t matter right now. I think of how powerless I am to my newly realized fetish. I look at Scarlet’s smooth exposed skin and the corset that clings tightly to it. I think about how badly I want to fuck Scarlet in those boots. I think of a way to salvage my last comment. I continue, “… but hey, longshot or not, I won’t object.” I chuckle and a naughty smile quickly comes across her black lips. “I told you up there, I’m not the harlot in this group.” I smile back and offer to help her break down her stuff. Her and I chat about nothing of note as we gather her stuff, her two other band mates tell her that they’re going to go hang out upstairs before the next band plays, Scarlet shrugs them off and bends over to pick up her amp. From behind, all I can see of her corset is a thin zippered leather band, I let out a sigh from the sexual pressure. She turns around and catches me drooling over her for a couple seconds, she asks, “Punk enough?” Flustered, I shot back, “Oh yeah, your songs were great.” Scarlet chuckled, “I meant my outfit. I just wanted to look the part.” “I love it,” I blurt out, reveling in the leather. Trying to maintain an edge about myself I go on, “I mean, if there’s a more punk option, I’d love to see it.”

Scarlet heaved up her amp and gave me another long naughty smile. She moved her stuff to the corner of the room. Looking to capitalize I quickly offered, “If you don’t want to walk all your equipment back to your place, I have a car.” Suddenly I felt stupidly lucky to have driven there. Without a beat, Scarlet one-upped me, “Would you be able to drive me back now, that way I don’t have to look after my stuff the rest of the night.” Her eyes told the whole story as I thought about it. “That would be no problem at all,” I returned.

We found our way out of The Basement and passed a few packs of people smoking outside. Some of them shot Scarlet ugly looks, but I don’t think either of us cared one bit. There were a couple people hanging out near my car so I threw Scarlet stuff in the trunk and we took off. “So where do you live?” I asked casually.

“Smith Hall,” Scarlet answered. I cringed a bit, remembering how new Scarlet is to college and how old I must seem in comparison. I realized I couldn’t bring her back to my place if it came to it - I can’t imagine my roommates would let me hear the end of me fucking a freshman while I was on a break from my long term girlfriend. “Damn, my jeans are barely holding on. Is there such a thing as too many holes?” Scarlet stated to herself, pulling at the waist line. “They looked the part up there tonight,” I said, coming back down from my thoughts. “You said they weren’t punk enough,” she joked back at me. I laughed, “No, I said that it would be hard to believe you could do much better.” I turned down the road to her dorm. “How about this?” She slyly noted as she tugged a bit harder at her jeans, her ass coming out of them. I could barely see her bare skin under the streetlights as I pulled into the back part of the parking lot. I jammed the car into park and looked down to see her ass was the perfect compliment to her hips. “Fuck.” I whispered aloud. I looked back up to Scarlet who again had that naughty smile painted across her face. Before I could even act, she grabbed me by the back of the head and jammed her mouth to mine. There is no feeling more foreign than another’s lips after being in a relationship for so long. I savored it as I could feel myself trying to burst free of my jeans.

I felt her tongue dart into my mouth as it furiously clashed with mine. I had never been with a woman who was as aggressive from the start as Scarlet. She began to bite my lower lip, before sucking it deeply into her mouth - this pushed me even further and I jammed my hand down and grabbed her ass. Scarlet moaned, a moan as sultry as I’ve ever heard in my life, as my hand caressed her hips. Our lips continued to tangle as I worked my hand up her hourglass hips, eventually clashing with her corset. With the revelation of how leather affected my mind, I couldn’t help but let out an excited moan as I made contact. It felt like the surreal moment in a dream where you discover that something unspeakably amazing was going to happen, just this time I didn’t wake up. I groaned again as I pawed at her breasts, nearly as tightly contained as my cock was feeling in my jeans. I ran my fingers across her nipples and she quickly bit my lip before whispering in my ear, “You like my corset?” “Mmm…” I moan, as I kiss at her neck. Scarlet forces my hands off her chest and immediately grabs for my crotch, unzipping my fly with the utmost urgency. She slid her hand in, finding my dick immediately as it nearly shot out at her. Clumsily, Scarlet began to jack me off, “I bet you like this even more, huh?” I groan loudly as she works on my dick, but I can’t hold back the truth, “This is fucking great, but you don’t know what the corset does to me.” Excitedly, Scarlet begins to tug even harder and faster on my cock. I reach my hand back up to grab her through the corset, but she brutally smacks my hand away as she repositions herself on the car seat. She lifts one knee on to her seat, and I can hear her heel click against the CDs in the door. “The boots are pretty fucking hot too,” I mumble as our lips continue to clash. As soon, as she’s in position, I can feel her trying to move my cock through my fly. After a moment of struggle, my cock springs free of my pants, and just as soon as it’s out, Scarlet’s mouth is around it. Just like her music, the head she gave me was sloppy and loud - but all the same she gave great energy and I respected it. The bliss I got from the blowjob was only intensified when I looked down and saw her mostly bare back bob up and down, with only the zippered leather band crossing her smooth olive skin. Being able to count the amount of months since I got head from Amber truly made the experience reach the aforementioned unattainable dream level. I could nearly feel my eyes roll into the back of my head as Scarlet’s tongue spiraled around my shaft. I looked out the car window and saw someone getting into their car only a handful of spaces away, they seemed oblivious, but honestly I wasn’t about to stop what was happening. I hear the pop of her lips’ release as she speaks up to me full of confidence, “Now that must be the best, right?” I let out a sigh of pleasure before saying the only thing I could think of, “Why’d you stop?” “Just wanted to make sure it was better than the corset.” I look down at her and her cleavage, which continued to defy gravity wrapped tightly in the leather. “Mhmm, I never said that.” I respond honestly and empowered. Scarlet raises her eyebrows once in disbelief. She leans back down to my cock and lightly runs her tongue across it from the base to the head, “Are you sure?” she teases. “Fuck,” I let out in relief, “Don’t make me decide.” “You don’t give a girl a whole lot of reason to keep up the good work,” she responds, kissing the head of my cock. Exasperated, I look to the side, where I see her lying across the car’s console, her heeled boots, facing up near the passenger side window. I slide my hand onto her ass, working my way to her panties in the front. “I didn’t know that was an option,” she stated seductively. “I want to fuck you in those boots too. I think that’s my final choice.” Surprised, Scarlet sits up. She strokes my cock a few times before tucking it back into my pants. “I like a decisive man,” she smirks once more, her lipstick now just a black smudge across her mouth. Before I even have time to zip up, Scarlet pushes open the car door, and begins heading toward her dorm. I awkwardly jam my pants back on and follow after her. My mind splits in two directions: confused and ashamed that I’m heading into a freshman dorm, and amazed at Scarlet as she looks topless from behind as she makes her way to the dorm. As soon as we enter, I can only imagine what kind of sight we are. Scarlet with blown out black makeup and decked out in full leather (and not much of it) and me trying to conceal how hard I was. “I live on the seventh floor,” Scarlet announces as she hits the elevator button.

I don’t remember much of the elevator ride aside from Scarlet jumping me as soon as the doors closed. Soon after we made it to her room, she opened to discover her roommate inside watching TV. Embarrassed and vulnerable for the first time since I met her, Scarlet asked me to wait down the hall. In a minute or two, I saw a sheepish blonde girl with glasses wander out of the room and seemingly downstairs. Unsure of my life decisions and what to do next, I mulled around before deciding that I was just going to enter. Upon opening the door into Scarlet’s room, she again ambushed me, her lips again conquering mine, myself again returning to the thought that this was a very good idea. We continued to make out before she guided me over to her bed; though hypnotized by the corset I could help but notice her jeans and boots both in a heap on the floor - Scarlet only in her maroon panties. Before I can even make note of it, Scarlet drags me down onto her bed with her lips. She moans into my ear: “I know you wanted me to keep those boots on, but you’ve got to earn it.”

Instinctively, I run my hand down to her panties and slide my middle finger inside her. She gasps widely, and giggles immediately after. With my thumb, I began rubbing her clit gently while my middle finger pumped its way into Scarlet. She twisted and turned in delight, her chest even pushing its way up to my face, her corset (and my weakness) on full display. She grits her teeth and challenges, “That’s pretty fucking good, but I think there’s something I’d like better.”

Before I even have the chance to obey, Scarlet grabs me by the head and shoves me down. I climb down the bed and hoist her legs over my shoulders as I whisk her panties off. I slowly begin to kiss her slowly, before she again clutches my head and forced it down on to her wetness. I pull out every technique in my arsenal as my tongue paints patterns on her. Soon she sounds out of breath and forces my head further down her - once that even seems ineffective, she pulls herself up and nearly rides my face; all the while I grope at her ass and back. Hoping to turn the tables back around, I give her clit the smallest bite before diving back in with everything I had. In moments, Scarlet clutches at her bed sheet and pounds on the wall, I hear her shrieking, “You’re so close. Earn it!”

I can feel her peak as she lets out an exhaustive scream before collapsing back down on the bed. Expecting her to need a minute after what seemed earth shattering to her, I instead see her hop to the floor and crawl over to her discarded boots. She sits on the floor wearing nothing but the tight black leather corset and a sustained smirk on her face that only challenges my addiction to her. My body craves her. The first boot is on her leg and she reaches down for the zipper. “Holy shit.” I say aloud as she sustains eye contact with me. She raises one eyebrow and announces, “When this second one is on, you can fuck me anyway you want,” her voice cracks as she tries to maintain composure even after cumming, “But you better do it right away.” As she holds out that last syllable, I hear her slowly pull the zipper up. Bzzzzzz. I throw my shirt off as fast as I can and grab for the wallet out of my jeans. Bzzzzzz. The boot is halfway up as she holds it out. I fish around and swiftly yank a condom out of my wallet. Bzzzzzz. Nearly at the top, I drop my jeans and boxer briefs and roughly force the condom on my rock hard cock. Bzz. As soon as I hear the zipper stop, I swoop down and grab Scarlet from the floor. I throw her hard against the edge of her bed, and hits her arm hard on the bed post. “Mmm, you hurt me Louis,” she celebrates as I guide my cock into her from behind, “Do I really make you that mad-“

She’s cut off by her moans as I pump hard into her. As different as a new lover’s lips felt, being inside Scarlet felt even more foreign. I loved it. I continued to plow into her as she yelped my name. As soon as I felt close, I flipped her on to her back, while I stood above her. “Wanted to get a good view” She smirked.

As soon as I began fucking her from this angle, I could feel her boot stroking my back. Scarlet let out a long moan as I continued into her, “Louis, pin my arms down,” she let out meekly.

I obliged as I rammed into her relentlessly, my head inches from hers. I laughed to myself remembering what she had said earlier and thought it was worth a shot to echo back at her. “You didn’t even earn your request.”

Immediately Scarlet pushed herself up and I lied down on the bed. She straddled me and rapidly forced my cock inside her. “How’s that?” She asked out of breath - her hips gyrating on my cock just as they had on stage hours before. Her hips twisted in circles, while I looked down at her boots which nearly reached my cock.

“I won’t be picky anymore,” I let out.

“Good.” Scarlet answered, leaning her chest up to my face. Instinctually, I bit her nipple through the corset and she bounced up and down on my dick faster.

I felt myself getting close and grabbed her ass hard, she exclaimed in pain, before hopping off my cock. I nearly apologized before she seductively let out, “Mmm… You keep hurting me, I must really do a number on you.” For the final time of the night, I saw that naughty smile come across her face, “You sure let a girl know when she’s doing a good job.”

Scarlet locked eyes with me as she slid my condom off and plunged her face back down on my cock. With all the energy she could put together she spun her tongue around my shaft, moaning in exasperation. Just as it was in the car, I felt an indescribable bliss with my cock in her mouth. “Oh, I’m getting so fucking close Scarlet.”

She popped off my cock for a split second, “Mm, that’s exciting.”

I blurted out, “I’m gonna cum on the corset.”

Scarlet pushed me back down and locked her mouth perfectly around my cock, while jacking me off with the other hand. Suddenly I knew I had hit the point of no return, as I came in Scarlet’s mouth. She moaned one final time in excitement as she took it all down. She swallowed pronouncedly and lifted her head up, “If you cum on the corset, what reason do you have to come back?” she explained before sucking off the rest.

“When’s your next show?” I asked like an addict needing a fix, before my head collapsed onto her pillow.

Ironically enough, Scarlet’s band (whose name was changed for the story) is doing decently well, and it might just turn out that I was the one who got to fuck someone famous in college. Beyond that, this break in my relationship turned out to be the rare exception to the rule. Proving to be a very good idea.