Chapter Twelve
Ravenous Raver
I knew she was a punk chick. Her hair was dyed blue after all, and she had about a dozen visible piercings. But I had no idea how wild she really was until she got me home.
We met at this totally insane rave, just two more random dancers high on ecstasy. Amid the wild gyrations of hundreds we somehow ended up facing each other. I have no idea what she saw in me, but I saw a scantily-clad body that was absolutely fantastic.
She wore a tiny black dress that was strategically ripped everywhere. And though these rips just missed exposing her obviously big n*****s this scandalously thin dress was so tight that the rings threaded through these could easily be discerned. The breasts themselves were wonderful of course: not giant or anything, just firm and taut an
