Concert Predator

So here I was standing in a tight pressed crowd of an open air festival. I never heard of any band which was supposed to play here. Most of them were rather unknown indie bands which were insiders’ tips within the scene. That meant the organizer had a limited budget and couldn’t afford – nor generally needed – armies of security personal watching the crowd or protecting the stars. What was way more important to the audience was loud – and i mean LOUD – music equipment. This music genre – I suppose it was something between punk rock and death metal but as I said I don’t really care about the music itself – lived from its volume, from making you feel the beats flow through your body, from drowning out all other sensations with the sound of the band. The saner concert goers which found a place in the area near the loudspeakers would therefor wear ear plugs. It is one thing to feel your body shudder with the music but another to get deaf after ten of such experiences.

One of the huge speaker towers stood right left to me and while not exactly being sane, I still had my plugs tightly stuck in my ears. Even though it was a mild night with the moon offering most of the illumination offside the stage, I was beginning to sweat. The heat of thousands of bodies, pressed together in one place without much space for the cool air to flow through just made sure of that. I looked around a bit, mustering the crowd. Because the first band was still busy with preparing and testing all their equipment, most of flock talked with their friends about this or that creating a white back noise of murmur. The majority seemed to be young males in their teens or twenties – of course there were some “too young to be here” and “I’m not old when I keep going to such events” types too. Women were not exactly rare neither, some obviously came with their boyfriends others were part of small groups. Occasionally there was a girl who seemed to be alone, but that was really the exception.

I was still musing about the crowd when the band finally got their stuff together and played the first tune to get the attention of everyone. And they did, earning excited cheers and screams. A moment later they blasted away with the first song. I yawned. This was the boring part, as I waited for the crowd to get heated up which generally takes a few minutes. Once the third song started most fans were pretty much into it, shaking their head with the rhythm and jumping up and down when the space would allow it. Now it was time for me to have fun. But first I needed to find me a date.

Mostly the choice was limited by chance: The area was so packed, that I couldn’t just walk around and check out potential soon-to-be-fucked women. Moving five foot into any direction took several minutes and a lot use of physical strength to shove people away. So my radius was limited to maybe 10 to 15 foot. But luck was on my side today – and against one of the female fans: About six foot in front of me I saw two women standing. I didn’t think that they belonged to any of the other bystanders, at least the gestures and behavior didn’t indicated it. The one on the right had blond hair, a slim figure and wore a short, tight jeans and a blue babydoll tee. I was however more interested on the girl beside her: Her shoulder was covered with her long black hair which flew through the air as she jumped to the beat. Her medium sized but firm looking breast were covered by a black bra and bounced beautifully every time her feet landed back on the ground. Over the bra was a fishnet see-through shirt and long, fingerless gloves covered her arms. Further down a short black skirt sat on her hips and again there was fishnet, this time in the form of a pantyhose.