Author's note: This story is a slower burn than most posts on this sub. Much of this installment is setup, but part two is already finished and will be posted tomorrow.

Hope you enjoy,

Louisa Vampa

Punk Chick

The night finally arrived, and Sam hurried to get ready. The shirt he ordered online arrived this afternoon, just in time for the concert. It was black and the front of it had the cover of his favorite punk band's first album. He gelled his hair up more dramatically than he usually would and waited on his parents' porch for his ride. It was the summer after graduation, and he was looking forward to moving on with his life -- for the most part.

The girl, or rather woman, he liked since forever was going to the concert with him. It wasn't officially a date since it was with a group and she was technically the last invite, but Sam liked his prospects. When he mentioned he was going to the concert to Mira, she told him they were one of her favorite bands and was jealous she wasn't going. Sam happily invited her. It was the perfect excuse to spend time together.

The week before the concert, Sam and Mira hung out together at a mutual friend's graduation party. Their friend was stuck attending to family during the event, so Sam and Mira spent hours together talking. The pair mostly sat on a couch in a side room, so close that their shoulders were touching. They eventually left the party together and Sam walked her to her car down the block. When making their goodbyes, she kissed him. He was stunned for a moment and then told her he looked forward to the concert. She agreed, telling him they'd have a great time.

Sam was riding pretty high since then. He planned to ask her out on a proper date after the concert. The pair had been texting all week. Mira mentioned to him that she had a 'cool surprise' for the night of the concert.

Sam sat on his porch as an old Chrysler LeBaron grinded to a stop in front of his house. It was owned by Frank, the older brother of Sam's close friend Jacob. Loud music blared from the open windows.

"Come on jackass!" Said Jacob, shouting from the back seat.

Sam repaid his courtesy with a middle finger. Frank was driving, and the front passenger seat was occupied by Kat, Frank's off-again on-again girlfriend. Jacob was dressed the same as Sam except his shirt was a worn hand-me-down from his older brother -- his long lank frame swam in the large shirt. As far as the punk rock aesthetic was concerned, Frank was the real deal.

He worked in a tattoo parlor and looked the part. His jacked arms were covered in profane tattoos, and he had about eight piercings in his head. Special for tonight, he even wore a mohawk, but said he planned to shave it off tomorrow. Kat wore her typical black tank with no bra. With her short, bleached hair and piercings, she and Frank made quite the couple.

It only took a few minutes for the car to reach Mira's street. As they approached her house, it was obvious what her surprise was.

"Holy shit bro." said Jacob upon seeing Mira.

His reaction was warranted. Since last they had seen her, Mira had been significantly transformed. She was always lovely, but would generally wear smart looking vintage dresses, or sweaters and jeans. But today she was a different person -- all punk. Mira wore a tight-fitting black tank top that showed a bit of cleavage and her exposed midriff, a short plaid skirt with thigh-high fishnets underneath, and then there was her hair. Her very long once dark hair was dyed a light rosy pink. It was a shocking change that seemed totally out of character.

"Hello everyone." Mira said politely as she slid into the car next to Sam.

"Your hair looks fantastic, girl." Said Kat.

"Thanks, you think so? I'm sort of regretting it. I think I went overboard."

"No, it's great."

Mira put a lot of effort into tonight. She had liked Sam for a while, but if she was being completely honest, the situation was getting a little frustrating. He had chance after chance and hadn't made a move. Last week she even kissed him outside of the graduation party, and his response was to tell her he looked forward to seeing her in a week. His apathy was too much, but instead of giving up, she decided to put herself out there even more. Once she was in the car though, she began to second guess choice. The outfit was crazy enough, but the thigh-highs really were too much. She tried not to dwell on it though, instead wanting to focus on her plan. If something was going to happen, it had to be tonight.

"You're Rick's little sister, right?" asked Frank. He turned down the music and checked out Mira in the rearview mirror.

"Yeah, that's right." She replied.

"So, does the carpet match the drapes?"

"You asshole!" Said Kat, punching Frank in the shoulder, hard but without any real anger.

Mira reddened and was quiet. Sam also didn't know what to say but mouthed "sorry" to Mira. Frank had always been sort of an ass, not irredeemable but he only had one gear and couldn't be reasoned with. Sam was beginning to regret bringing Mira along, but she did look amazing.

"Could you turn it up, this is my favorite song." Said Mira when the track changed.

She had known Sam was planning to go to this show since the tour was announced and went out of her way to get into their music in the interim -- even managing to develop a small crush on the drummer in the process. When Sam finally mentioned the show a couple of weeks ago, she tried her best to convince him to bring her along. It was too bad it wasn't just the two of them, but she would make do.

The LeBaron squealed as it pulled into a lot a couple blocks from the venue.

"Alright, whose got cash?" Frank asked the car.

"Oh, I'll pay for parking. Thank you for bringing me along." Said Mira, pulling out a twenty.

"Any time." Frank snatched the money from her and paid the attendant.

The gang walked to the venue, Frank with Kat and Sam with Mira. Unfortunately, Jacob was the inevitable fifth wheel of the evening. The place was a medium-largish concert hall in not the best part of the city, but it had the right energy for a band like this. They were an edgy cult favorite punk act who loved to be obscene and had a reputation for riotous shows.

"You do look nice. By the way." Said Sam to Mira.

"Thanks. It was a little crazy of me, but whatever, it's supposed to be fun." She replied, tugging at the short skirt.

She saw the skirt in a shop a few days earlier and the idea snowballed from there. Mira bought the shirt and tights online and dyed her hair before trying on the ensemble together. Once she put it all together, Mira was a little concerned that the skirt was too short and annoyed at herself because the tops of the leggings were visible. At that point, it might have made sense to change, but the pink hair made her feel committed. Besides, she was trying to get Sam's attention.

Everyone but Frank was carded on the way into the 18-plus event. Their seats were decent, even if they weren't on the floor. Mira and Sam sat next to each other, their legs touching thanks to the narrow seats. The opening act was still setting up, and it gave the pair a chance to talk. Sam apologized again for Frank. If he had had a car, they wouldn't have needed to come as a group.

"Oh. Were you thinking it could have just been the two of us?" asked Mira smiling.

"I guess I was." Responded Sam.

Mira leaned her head on his shoulder and talked about her disastrous hair dying attempt. He assured her that it looked terrific, but that wasn't the problem. Apparently, she might have permanently stained her bathtub, but she would worry about that in the morning. Frank nudged Sam in the shoulder, offering him and Mira a flask he snuck in.

"No thanks. I don't really drink." Sam said looking to Mira so she could answer for herself.

"I don't think I should." She said.

"Suit yourself." Said Frank, taking a swig.

The first act finally started, and they were decent, but the group was still sitting in their seats. A big guy in a baseball cap and black polo was walking up and down the aisles, periodically talking to groups of people. He carried a camera and wore a lanyard around his neck, taking a few crowd shots as he went. Mira was watching him absentmindedly as he approached a group of three people -- two women and a man. He talked to them for a moment, and they seemed to nod in agreement to something he said. The man with the camera picked it up and the two women lifted their shirts and bras, exposing their breasts.

"Titties!" Shouted Frank shamelessly.

Kat slapped him on the arm and started to laugh. The man took a picture of the topless women and, after they lowered their shirts, handed them some sort of slip. The man continued to walk up the aisle when Frank shouted at him.

"Yo dude!" He said holding his arm high above Kat and pointing down directly at her.

"Frank I'm not showing my tits for free." Said Kat.

"Let's hear what the man has to say."

The man with the camera turned out to be a roadie for the band and was offering some of the more enthusiastic fans entry to the stage front area if they were inclined.

"So, my lady flashes you and we get to go in the mosh pit?" asked Frank.

"Close, that is one of the options, but five passes is a lot for just one of you." said the Roadie looking at Mira.

"Alright kid, there's no way around it. You're going to have to show the nice man your tits." Frank pointed right at Mira's face. She was stunned into silence.

"Come on man. Don't be like that." Said Sam.

"Shut up Samantha, the grownups are talking." It was one of Frank's go-to insults with Sam over the years.

"No, we aren't forcing anyone." Said the Roadie. "But there are a couple choices. We'd also accept a fully clothed picture and a hair from under there. If you have any."

He pointed at Mira's crotch. Frank folded his hands and gave Mira a pleading look, Kat was standing up and taking a drink to prepare to show her breasts, and Jacob was watching Kat hopeful to get a look.

"You don't have to do anything, It's fine right here." Said Sam.

He was right she didn't have to do anything, but they were at the punk show, and this was the night for her to be assertive. She stood up and took the flask from Kat, downing a large gulp. It was her first time drinking hard liquor and her brow furrowed tightly as the harsh fluid ran down her throat.

"I'm not showing my breasts though." Said Mira.

She bent down and put her hand under her skirt, shifting her panties to the side as she worked to pull out a hair.

"Whoa, this is way hot." Said Frank.

"Honestly, it's much kinkier than just flashing the guy." said Kat.

Sam was annoyed at their commentary but watching her was turning him on a little. A sharp pained expression crossed Mira's face as she tugged the hair out. Because she couldn't look at what she was doing, three were pulled at once.

"Alright I'll take the picture now." Said the Roadie holding up his camera.

The ladies stood next to each other and Kat pulled up her shirt. Her breasts were pretty big, and the right nipple had a gold ring piercing. After the picture the Roadie held out his hand to Mira. It was time for her to pay up. She handed him the pubes which she nervously gripped between her thumb and pointer finger.

"Pink! Really nice." The Roadie said looking at the hairs in his palm.

She hoped she could hand them over without the group knowing, but the Roadie blew up her secret. She dyed her pubes pink too. Mira wasn't sure what possessed her to do it. Even though she really liked Sam she hadn't intended to show him anything below her belt. She was still a virgin and planned to take things slow. Not that she'd never done anything in the past. After prom she made out with her date and ended up giving him a hand job in his car. Mira wasn't really into that guy, but the evening had an atmosphere and he bluntly asked for one at the right moment. The only thing that annoyed her about the memory was that Sam never got up the guts to ask her to the dance.

The previous evening when Mira finished dying her hair, she stepped out of the shower and looked at her naked body in the mirror. Her dark bush just seemed to stand out to her. She was going to shave it completely, but because she had nothing going on she chose to see what her bush would look like pink. It could always be shaved after. She went through the whole process, bleaching then dying her pubes, and in the end, she chose to keep it. The somewhat sexual secret made her feel more confident. But now that everything was known, it was just embarrassing.

"I told you that the carpet matched the drapes." Said Frank.

"Bullshit" Replied Kat. "You just asked the question. You made no claims." The argument was really just about the accuracy of what he said. Kat honestly didn't care about the original comment, or that Frank had been staring at Mira the whole night.

"Yeah, but I was thinking it."

"Only because you're a perv."

The Roadie gave them their passes as promised. Once Frank and Kat finished arguing semantics, the group went to the lower level. It was between acts and the crew was setting up the stage for the main show. Frank and Kat went to get some beers, and Jacob went to use the bathroom, leaving Mira and Sam alone on the floor.

"It's been a crazy night already and the concert hasn't even started." Said Mira, giving Sam a self-conscious smile.

"You have nothing to feel awkward about. Frank has a way of stirring the pot. I probably should have warned you." Said Sam.

"I hope they get back soon it's --" Mira stopped short as she felt something pinch her butt. A guy in a leather coat passed by, clearly having just copped a feel. "What the heck! Did you just touch my butt?"

"Hey there girlie. I would never, but there can be a lot of scary guys around. If you're looking for a chaperone tonight, I'd be happy to lend a hand." Said the leather-clad stranger.

"No." She replied in a weak voice.

"No? Okay. But let me know if you change your mind. I'll even give you a ride home if you want."

The stranger winked as he said it and walked away to join some friends. Sam essentially froze up during the exchange. Mira wasn't his responsibility, but Sam's inaction disappointed her. For some reason, she started to hope that Frank would get back soon.

The first to return was Jacob.

"Hey, did it look like the beer lines were long? They might miss the start of the show." said Sam.

"I wouldn't worry about them." said Jacob, giving a knowing look.

"What am I missing?" asked Mira.

Sam explained that they could have been looking for a place to smoke a joint, but Frank would probably have done that anywhere. They were likely having sex somewhere.

The first chord was struck. The show had begun. It was a recognizable chord from a hard-hitting fan favorite. The band rushed out on stage and started the song in earnest, turning the crowd in front of the stage into a seething mass. Because of the intensity of the song, there was little to do other than jump.

Mira bounced on her Chuck Taylor's pointing her toes each time she lifted into the air. Sam was jumping right next to her, enjoying the song but primarily thrilled to be with her. It was finally working out for them. Jacob was behind the pair, enjoying a show of his own. He was mesmerized watching Mira during the song. With each leap, she held her legs close together and flexed the defined muscles of her hips. The jumping accentuated her already shapely legs which looked fantastic in fishnet stockings. As she descended from every jump, her plaid skirt flared out revealing a small glimpse underneath. She wore black bikini briefs, and with each landing, the impact caused her ass to shake. Jacob felt a little bad watching but couldn't look away.

After the song ended, the band gave the audience a chance to catch their breath. They did a schtick, talking about the city and making jokes about masturbating to each others' parents -- a normal attempt at edginess from a punk band. The next song was one of the few popular ballads from the group and slowed things down considerably. The audience swayed to the music. Mira and Sam stood close, interlocking their pinkies. They perspired mildly, still catching their breath after that last number. When the refrain hit, the energy in the hall changed significantly. Several of the couples grinded on one another to the throbbing beat. Mira and Sam did not join in, simply continuing to sway gently.

"You want another dance partner darling? You're looking kind of bored." Said a guy in a ripped t-shirt, trying to get Mira's attention.

"No thanks!" she shouted, annoyed.

The song had just ended, but Ripped Shirt continued.

"I just noticed you from over there, you're very noticeable, and thought I'd say hey."

"Not interested."

"Well, the fellow you're with doesn't seem to mind, and if he doesn't think you're worth speaking up for, maybe you like a guy who cares to give you the attention you need."

The guy grabbed the crotch of his tight jeans and adjusted it.

"Dude get the fuck out of here before I beat your ass." Frank said, appearing suddenly and getting right in Ripped Shirt's face. The guy wasn't up for Frank's challenge and made a quick exit, pretending to be indifferent to the situation. "Can't leave you kids alone for a minute."

"Thanks, that guy was getting creepy." Said Mira.

Kat trailed behind Frank, looking more winded than the rest of them. The next song started, and the floor was getting wild again. Theoretically, Mira didn't mind that Sam avoided getting into a confrontation with that guy, but all the same, she moved to the other side of him which was closer to Frank. The next couple of songs went well, the gang had their own little corner of the floor and sang along as they jumped to the beat of the music.

After that, things got a little crazy, the band started playing one of their biggest hits and bedlam broke out. Guys were running through the mosh pit screaming. One of them clipped Mira in the brow with an elbow and she went down. Simultaneously, a fight broke out on the other end of the floor. Frank and Sam helped Mira up and moved to an aisle away from the melee. She sat on the floor and used her phone to inspect her injury.

"They really rung your bell didn't they." Said Frank. "I'll grab some ice and be back in a minute."

The venue staff wasn't going to be any help since they were focused on breaking up the fight. Mira winced in pain as she prodded the side of her eyebrow. Kat offered Mira the flask again. Thinking that it might actually help with the pain, Mira took a long drink. She immediately regretted the choice because her throat now burned miserably. Sam sat beside her and held her hand, not knowing what to do. He was clever and good in a conversation, but when things hit the fan, he often felt out of his depth.

Frank came bounding down the aisle with a cup of ice, he nearly got kicked out of the concert for jumping the line and accosting the cashier while trying to get it. He handed Mira the cup and she held it to her head. It was an unnecessarily thick souvenir cup and didn't work very well.

"Anyone have a sock?" asked Frank.

"I actually do, the shoes weren't comfortable otherwise." Replied Mira.

Without asking permission, he knelt in front of her and untied her right shoe. He pulled it off and did the same with the sock, revealing her black painted toenails which threaded through the thonglike ends of her fishnets. Whether it was because the spirits had gone to her head or just a placebo effect, she was really loosening up. Once her toes were exposed, she lifted her foot close to Frank's face and wriggled her black toenails.

"I thought they'd be more punk this way." She said.

"Cute." Frank replied.

He took the cup from her and filled the sock with ice and handed it back to her. When she lifted her leg to show off her toenails, she inadvertently gave Frank a peek under her skirt. He smirked, noticing her infamous pink pubes poking out around the edge of her crooked black panties. Frank considered making a joke about how she forgot to readjust her underwear after selling her pubes but looked up and caught Mira's dark brown eyes staring at him. He decided to keep the joke to himself.

Within a few minutes, Mira was back on her feet. A small bruise was becoming visible, but it wasn't that bad. Sam assumed they'd return to the earlier seats after her injury, but Mira insisted on returning to the floor. Frank and Kat led the rest of the group to a good spot near the stage. It was off to the side, but a bit closer. Kat offered the last of the flask around and everyone but Sam had some.

The next song had a slower sultry beat and many of the couples in the crowd paired off. Frank and Kat were grinding close to each other. Mira got in front of Sam and circled her hips suggestively, but he didn't bite.

"Hey, you want to dance?" She finally just asked him.

"Sorry, I'm not much of a dancer." Sam answered. In fact, he was completely mortified of dancing. It was the reason he never went to a dance in high school.

His answer bothered Mira. She turned to the stage and continued to dance alone. The view of the drummer she liked was a lot better from this spot, but it ruined her fantasy a little. Most of the pictures she saw of him were from about fifteen years ago. It was when their biggest album dropped. He still kept himself in decent shape but was looking haggard and old. Mira peeked back at her group. Sam was still rocking by himself, and Kat was still grinding sensually, only now it was with Jacob.

She looked the other way, and saw that Frank was dancing alone beside her, not caring what Kat did. They both continued to dance and naturally gravitated to each other. They weren't touching but faced one another with only a foot between. Mira was happy to finally get what she expected from the night and put on quite a show for Frank. She jutted out her butt alluringly and swayed it to the beat. Frank responded by playfully showing off his most intense moves -- trying to one-up her. The alcohol was really affecting Mira at this point and she felt spurred into action by the impromptu contest. She leaned forward and rested her hands on his chest, setting her legs apart while her butt still stuck out. Mira started to twerk. It was something she was curious about years ago and taught herself how to do it privately. She had never once shown or mentioned it to anyone.

Sam was watching their entire dance with some amount of annoyance. He tried not to worry much. Frank had always been a flirtatious guy, it didn't mean anything would come of their dance. Mira wore a huge grin as she leaned against Frank, her ass cheeks shimmied hypnotically. When she finally stopped, Frank gave her a high-five and a hug. The song continued to play and, instead of breaking from the hug, the pair continued to dance closely -- Frank had an arm around Mira's waist, and she reached her arms around his neck.

Mira was having a blast. Sure, she was dancing suggestively with someone else in front of the guy she liked, but why should that matter. The beat of the song dropped to a low, thrumming tempo. Mira and Frank bent their knees and moved their hips organically to the music. As they continued, Frank shifted his position a little and pulled Mira closer. She was now straddling his left leg, his tight jeans pressed into her crotch occasionally as they moved.

He smelled of cigarettes and sweat, but that's what Mira expected him, what she wanted from him. Now that they were close, she looked him over. She was only willing to glance at his face occasionally. It seemed too intimate to stare. Mira considered the drummer that she had the little crush on. If she was being honest with herself, it was more than a little crush. The drummer had aged, and not too well, but as she inspected Frank, she started to think that he had a similar aspect. Not to the old rocker performing tonight, but to the attractive confident punk he used to be. Without realizing it, she had started pressing her crotch into Frank's leg, hard.

"Hey doll, it's time for you to shake your ass for someone else." Said Kat, tapping Mira on the shoulder.

It frustrated Mira that she needed to stop dancing with Frank. She turned to separate from him, and then a shock went through her. When she turned, he snuck his hand under her skirt and pinched her butt. Mira looked back ready to tell him off, but when she met his playful smiling face, she lost her words. Because of the charged nature of their dance, he suspected she wouldn't have a problem with him copping a feel, and he was right. Mira smiled as she walked over to Sam and Jacob.

"I'm fine with it if you want. I think you'll break your lover boy's heart though." Said Kat to Frank, watching Mira out of the corner of her eye.

"Eh, I never liked him much anyway." Said Frank. The couple conferred secretly about their plans for the night.

The rest of the concert passed without much more craziness. The last several songs thrashed and there was little to do but there were no more fights. By the time it ended, the whole gang was panting and drenched in sweat. Frank's balance was shot, and he listed from side to side as they walked to the parking lot. In addition to the flask, he drained several beers while at the concert.

"I call shotgun." Shouted Kat as they reached the car.

"Hey Sam, I'm a little bombed, you need to drive." Said Frank. Jacob still didn't have a license, and Kat was a worse driver than Frank, even in this state.

Sam caught the keys as they were tossed his way and climbed in the driver's seat -- adjusting it so his feet could reach the pedals. It took a while to get the car started, but they were soon driving towards the freeway and home.

"You look great tonight, Mira, but if you're trying to pull off the punk aesthetic, you need a tattoo, or at least a piercing." Said Kat.

"Oh, I have pierced ears." Replied Mira, knowing that's not what Kat meant.

Mira sat in the back seat between Frank and Jacob. Her sitting in the middle seemed to make sense because she was the smallest, but because of the width of her hips, she arguably took up the widest space. There was a bump-out for the driveline so she couldn't place her feet directly under her. She favored the passenger side of the bump-out which placed her legs directly against Frank's. He was resting a hand on his left leg and began to flirtatiously graze his finger along the edge of her hip. She didn't say a word.

"You know we could get you one tonight." Said Kat.

"One what?" asked Mira.

"Tattoo, piercing, whatever. If it's something small Frank will do it for free."

"Yeah, why end the party now. Let's go to The Tattoo Store." Said Frank.

"Yeah, why not." Said Mira.

Sam was going to speak up against it, but once Mira was on board, knew he would get overruled by the others. So instead of taking them home, Sam drove to The Tattoo Store.