Gothic Sunrise by Jimmy Boom Semtex

   For Goths like Denise, Jason, Craig and Rolo the night started at dinnertime on the Friday as they drank in Dead Central, starting off with strong beer and cider. They all took the afternoon off to begin drinking. Denise would do her 'work' as and when she was in the mood and saw a nice Goth boy or gal. She would either do it for free or as a symbolic gift on this special weekend.

   Sandra was finishing her art piece she had been commissioned to do. By late afternoon when it was done she would be in the pubs with the rest of them. She was starting to feel randy and wondered who she would fuck this time?

  

   Rolo wore black leather trousers made in Extra Large Fat Bastard size, a huge tent like black silk shirt and an equally large black leather waistcoat. He was chilling on a blood red leather couch made for three people, his jelly bulk filled every bit of the plush leather. He took a big gulp from his strong lager and spied Denise and waved to her. When she didn’t see him he shouted a greeting, “Hey Denise how are you? It’s me Rolo, come on over and join me.”

  

   Through the crowded pub she searched out his voice, saw him sat on the couch and waved back then walked over through the other Goths. “How are you Rolo? You look well,” she announced.