So we went out to this bar that I hadn't been to before to meet some of Mr. Blonde's new friends. I knew it had a micro-brewary there so I assumed it would be pretty dark and badass sort of bar. It turned out it was a bar and restaurant and I was really erm.... under dressed for it. I had my goth style make up on, my black boots, a fancy top on with a corset style back and these shorts:
So yeah... underdressed. Especially when we sat down for some food! So we ate dinner (it was alright) and had a good laugh. Nobody mentioned me in tiny panties.
Luckily after dinner we decided to go to a rock club. YES! I love rock and I won't look as out of place any more. So we walked to the rock club, it took about 10 minutes. I was asked to shake my booty by strangers more than once, which I obliged. One guy asked to see my boobs, he didn't get lucky, lol. One guy slapped my arse (and one of Mr. Blonde's new friends nearly killed him, lol, I had to laugh and tell him to let the guy go, bless) and I had a picture taken with some girl in similar bright pink clothes.
So we got to the rock club, £6 to get in. I tried to shake my butt to get a discount but the guy was having none of it. Flashing boobs does get you in for free though. I love being a girl! lol
We moshed out at this rock club for hours. With a lot of drink and a lot of arse-grabbing from strangers. Later in the evening I was up on the pole, of course, doing some pole dancing - which I'm really not good at but it's good fun and I was drunk, lol. Took my top off so I was just in my bikini top on the pole and threw it to Mr. Blonde. It turned out it wasn't him. Awkward. Especially since I only bought that top yesterday (and by 'I' bought, I mean Mr. Blonde bought it for me and isn't too happy I lost it!)
I swapped off the pole for some gay guy wearing a similar outfit to me, which amused the hell out of me. And he could pole dance waaaay better, lol. I think he said his name was Tristen or Thomas.. it began with a T anyway.
Carried on moshing until about 1.30am with only one incident of somebody untying my bikini, the string around my neck, that made the bikini cups fall forward. One guy quickly copped a feel and a second guy (i assume the one who untied it) reached around and held both my boobs in his hands. He was quickly pulled off and bouncers kicked him out. One of them helped me re-tie my bikini top, lol.
We left at 1.30 to catch a late night bus home. Boobs don't help as well when trying to get a free bus ticket though it did get me a seat on a surprisingly busy bus!
A few more pics of my panties when we got home: