Rock And Roll Tramp: Chapter 2- Booze Hound

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She’s back! And oh so sooner than I thought!!

Again at the same venue, this rocker girl was planning on going to another show that I had been looking forward to for months and months and months.

I tried and tried to get her to accompany me to the VIP Party before the show, but she declined and suggested that I sold the second VIP pass on Craigslist.

So there I was, surrounded by friends old and new. The VIP situation fell flat for me but that’s for another time and has nothing to do with the rocker girl.

I sent a text message to check in on her as I was heading out, but she said that she was going to do some “pregamming” before arriving at the venue. I don’t understand the mentality of that, but whatever.

So close to about 11:00 PM the show was just about finished with the second to the last band being on stage rocking it out… rocking ME out!!!

Suddenly, a text message comes to me, asking where I was. I gave my specific location and within moments, there she was. Hugging and touching and caressing… my hands went everywhere and she just stood there talking to me in between songs from the band that was on stage.

The tramp however  came with a group of people and it got me to start thinking that since everyone had seemed to be drinking beforehand that it was a dangerous situation. At least I hope there was nobody driving drunk!!

So she split her time between her friends and her sister at the bar….. and me. She seriously put an effort to it. I have to say that she is the first to do so from saying that she would and then actually doing it.

But of course every time I saw her, she had a drink in her hand.

She’s a vodka woman. But to the hormonal side of me, it was working to my favor. I just didn’t see it yet. Each time she came back to me, the touchy-feely grew more and more intense. Then before I knew it, she had her tongue all over my face and into my ear. Photographs were taken in the form of a selfie. Her tongue visible to my cheek.

Eventually she would leave and then stop by one more time, rubbing and caressing as if she was looking for a shirt pocket. Once she found it, she slipped a pair of earrings into my pocket and walked away. She never said a word.

I ended up with them. Still have them.

The day after, I reminded her that I did have her earrings. And what kills me is that she seriously has no idea how I ended up with them. None whatsoever. It speaks volumes for the tramp.

So as I go along this afternoon, communicating the best I can through social media, turns out that the tramp is not really a tramp, but a slave to the drink. All these heavy petting, rubbing, and caressing is a product of her drinking.

Damnit! Red flags are rising every where.

But we’re still communicating. Still talking. And for once, she’s being the dirty one and I am not. I guess if I wanted to be dirty, I have to buy her some vodka.

This isn’t over……

Rock And Roll Tramp

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Ahh, October!

The first true month of fall, changing colors and weathers, football for some, and last minute local bands packing as many shows in clubs as possible before the coming of the holiday approach in November and December.

I cannot say anything negative about it. I just spent Friday and Saturday, back to back, to the same venue to see a handful of bands. A few that I truly like.

And as I continue to go and learn and meet NEW bands, I meet NEW people and music fans such as myself.

Including those who play the part. And by “play the part” I mean dress accordingly to the genre of music that they are there to listen to and support. Females dressing in clothes what they feel appropriate for the night. They know they are going to the bar/club, so you have all kinds.

As I’ve been following a certain new cover band, I’ve noticed one woman in particular that… I would have to admit…. caught my eye.

I saw her twice before this weekend. In her own fashion and style. Short skirts, lace socks, high heels.

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Yeah, you get the idea.

I haven’t seen this in.. well… NEVER. Not with my own eyes at least. So yeah, I got hooked. I got pulled in. And hellooooooooooooooooooooo nurse!!!!

But I had to play things cool. I couldn’t allow myself to come across like the weirdo pervert that I was thinking in my head.

And as always, I never approached her. I never said anything to her. I barely could smile if she caught me looking in her direction. Those first two “meetings” were basically a bust.

Then this past Friday night came along. And I was hanging out with a friend, and there she was with my friend. I walked outside with both of them and the girl finally just looked up at me and introduced herself.

Holy crap!! Look at that. I didn’t have to do anything. She’s making the move.

Game On.

But that was pretty much the end of it on Friday evening.

I spent the rest of Friday night and Saturday morning trying to get someone mutual to tell me more about her since I didn’t know but her first name. Sadly, nobody was willing to dish anything on her.

Still, Saturday evening was even better. More interactions. In fact, the moment she saw me Saturday, she came up to me, hugged me, kissed my cheek with a full on lip plant, and then started talking to me.

Throughout the night, she and I would chat here and there. We were going to be there all night long, so I didn’t leech on to her. Something my teenager self would have done.

Being silly from across the room is easy. Getting up close and personal and trying to talk while a heavy metal band is screaming… is a little more difficult.

And then couth just flew out the door. She was bending over and looking over her shoulder and posing like she belonged on the cover of a copy of 1950’s PLAYBOY. Her ass was sticking out and before I even realized what I was doing, both hands were full. One hand on each ass cheek. And the grab ass game began.

It didn’t just happen once. Or twice. It happened periodically the rest of the night. Even though I stayed in front of the stage to get a good view of the show, she was the one that kept standing next to me and then leaving to go some place else or get a drink. But a little bit later, she’d return and the games happened all over again.

She would seem to bump into me, but then stick on me like glue. An ass cheek rubbing up and down my shoulder and forearm. She kept leaning in to me more and more.

Finally after making a mime motion about her being as hot as a campfire, she was obviously misunderstanding what I was attempting to mime. So she pushed her chest out against, believing that I was copping a feel. I turned my head to see who was watching and then the next thing I know, she volunteered me to check her for a lump. I’ve never heard of this in all my life. She walked into the palms of my hands when I was not paying attention. And she just allowed it.

This kept going on and on throughout the night. I then left and we hugged. She said “Good night. Be safe.” and then I left.

I don’t know when I’ll see her again, but I think I figured out which bands will draw her to the club. I still don’t know much about her… other than her first name, she lives in town, and according to a couple who just broke up, both people said she’s not all there in her head.

But there will be another time. For sure.

I’ve not heard from anyone that she’s complained about what happened. So I’m going to raise the bar on it and see where it takes me.

Wish me luck!!!!!