A not so silent night (1)

Christmas was just around the corner and for the first time in at least four years I was on time with my shopping. This year I managed to get a whole three weeks off from work, bliss and joy would surely follow. My beloved girlfriend Maria had arranged it at her work to be free as well for two weeks so we could spend some real quality time.
You better believe that I was looking forward to it.

That night we were decorating the Christmas tree when her phone rang.
I recognized the ringtone, it was Jennifer, her best friend since fifth grade.
She had come over from Hawaii to Amsterdam to get a little reprieve from her messy divorce.
We had met before and she was a really nice woman, kind and decent with a nasty sense of humor.
To have her call my girlfriend now would probably mean something was wrong.
Curious as I am, I stepped closer to eavesdrop.
Unfortunately, the call ended before I could pick up any hint of what was wrong.
The look on her face however meant doom for my Christmas plans, she looked guilty.

“Darling” she started and I knew there was trouble somehow.
“I have to ask you something that you know I normally wouldn’t, but its Jenny soo..”
“Okay” I said “What do you want to ask of me?”
“Well, you know she won custody of their daughter Megan” she continued dragging the actual request out.
At that point I knew my Christmas plans would either be screwed or altered beyond my pleasure.
“She has come with her, she was supposed to stay at Jenny’s parents place but something about a boyfriend has made that impossible.”
She then looked at me with her girly pleading face and hammered the coffin nail down.
“Jenny really needs to unwind so I offered to go with her this weekend to the spa we arranged and that you would look after Megan.”
Dumb folded I just stood there, unable to answer.
“I know that you planned things differently for us, but if it wasn’t Jenny I wouldn’t have asked her.”
She paused a bit before continuing “I promise I’ll make it up to you, big time.”
Her hand moved to my cock and started to rub it through my pants, grinning in a delightful way.
“Okay okay, I’ll look after the tike while you go relax with Jenny” I said, knowing that the making up part would be very special indeed.
So I had to wait a few days, we still would have more than a week together.

Next Friday night Jennifer and her daughter Megan arrived at our home. Maria opened the door as I was putting the final touches on the impromptu guest bedroom, my hobby room. Some things were not meant to be viewed by anybody else but Maria and me.
Meeting them in the living room, I was shocked to see the shape Jennifer was in.
She looked haggard and tired, having lost at least 20 pounds and she was never a big woman.
Her smile was warm enough as she hugged me, thanking me for my sacrifice in her behalf.
Mumbling something that it was okay, I saw Megan standing behind her.
That was not the girl I remembered from the pictures they had sent us.
This was a little ferocious fox. She was the American variant of a punk rocker, at least in dress code.
Maria and I still are frequent visitors of the underground clubs that play that music, but we lean more into the Gothic industrial.

Megan was dressed as a Rocket queen, black leather high heeled boots, two pairs of stockings worn over each other, the top one a fishnet and the bottom one bright glossy red.
A short leather skirt on top of that, a PVC corset showing her ample breasts and torn fishnet gloves. I couldn’t see how long they were as she still was wearing her long leather coat but her face was clear as day.
Bright red hair, cut in a layered style hugged her face.
Piercings through her eyebrow, nose and lower lip as well as at least seven earrings alone in her left ear.
I didn’t doubt that she would have a tongue piercing as well.
Her pale blue eyes stood out in stark contrast to the heavy black eye makeup she wore.
Dark glossy red lip stick matched the slightly pouting lips perfectly.
Jennifer released me from the hug, kissing me on both cheeks.
She thanked me again and then she and my girlfriend got their bags and left, leaving me with a 17 year old rebel in the house.

“Wasn’t your choice either eh?” I asked her while I got her coat.
“No way” Megan replied “I was supposed to hook up with Jake for some r&r and now I am stuck in boredom city in the middle of nowhere, no offence Mr. Raymonds.”
“None taken Megan” I said “but please call me Mike otherwise I’ll really feel like a dinosaur.”
She grinned at that “Not a fossil yet are ya?”
“You’d be surprised missy, but I’ll let you in on a secret, this may be boredom capital for you but” I let it hang for a moment for a more dramatic effect “sixteen is the legal drinking age here.”
Her eyes shot up and she asked “For real? No kidding?”
“For real, so what do you want to do these two days and we’ll see if we can make it happen.”
She sat down on the couch, looking at our Christmas tree before she turned to me and answered “I would like to go clubbing tonight, is that possible?”
I looked at my iPhone scheduler to see what clubs would be playing her kind of music tonight.
The closest thing was Industrial night at the Korsakoff, an underground alternative club.