My first impression of the city was that it was hot... hot and humid. I had only been in Miami for a couple of hours, barely enough time for me to unpack my bags and get settled in, when the phone rang. It was Dave, my old room-mate from college. He had been living down here for a few years now and promised to show me around. Hell, he was actually the one who helped get me my now job down here anyway. But he claimed to know all the good parties and night spots. Unfortunately, after my jet ride, I really just wanted to get settled into my new apartment. I guess my age must be starting to catch up with me.
"Come on," I bargained with him, "I just got off the plane. At least give me some time to unpack and maybe take a shower or something."
"I know you man," Dave said, "You say that now, but next thing you know, you'll get too comfortable. You'd probably just wind up watching bad horror movies on the couch all night until you fall asleep. Again..."
He knew me far too well, it seemed.
"If I didn't drag you off your ass you'd probably never have any fun," he continued, "Just come with me to the beach party tonight. I promise you'll have a good time, and if not, you can always catch a ride and go home early."
"Beach party," I asked him, "You mean like those cheesy fifties movies?"
"Yeah," Dave said, with a serious tone to his voice, "That's the big thing down here in Miami now. All the hip young types get together on a beach at night and have a party... You can't miss out on it man! Especially since this will probably be the last one of the Summer."
I chuckled a bit. Summer was coming to a close, but you wouldn't know it down here. It seemed like it was always warm and sunny down in Florida, a sharp change of pace from what things were like back home in Chicago.
"I don't know," I said hesitantly.
"Lots of hot girls in bikinis, you know, showing off their boobs and butts."
Damn. That really was tempting. From what little I had seen of Miami so far, there certainly were quite a few hot young girls out and about.
"Plus some of those Goth chicks will probably be there," he continued.
That certainly got my attention when he said it. Damn, Dave really did know me too well! He no doubt remembered our wild college days, when I had some new black-clad mopey Goth chick or another in my bed pretty much every day of the week. Those were the days...
"What," I exclaimed.
"Oh," he said coyly, "I thought I mentioned the Goth chicks down here to you. They show up at a lot of the parties and clubs... especially on eighties night."
"Wait," I interrupted him, "You mean honest to God Goth chicks? Like with lots of make-up, black leather and every CD featuring Robert Smith in their collection?"
"Yep," he said, "Exactly your type of girl."
"Huh," I said, "Wouldn't have figured there would be all that much of a Goth scene down here in Miami."
"Why not," he asked.
"I just never heard about one. I guess I never really associated anything like that with the city, you know? Well, that and the fact that it's way too hot to wear all black down here unless you're an albino or something..."
"I think some of them might be," Dave said laughing, "So what do you say? You in or out here?"
I thought about it for a split second before making up my mind. The whole hot Goth girls in bikinis factor kind of helped with my decision.
"Yeah," I said eagerly, "Just gotta put my shoes on and I'll be there!"
It was a lie, of course. I was actually going to be wearing boots. And, in fact, decided to change my wardrobe into something more appropriate. Leather was nice, but didn't really go well with the climate down here. The same went for my leopard print jacket. I finally settled on an old 'Siouxsie and the Banshees' shirt and some torn jeans. And some damned fearsome black boots too. That should be enough to get most Goth chicks attention.
Of course, Dave didn't even show up for another half an hour or so. Which wouldn't have been so annoying if he didn't live literally right across the street from my new apartment! Not to mention the fact that he was the one who knew the lay of the land, so to speak, so I was kind of dependant on him to find this beach party. Anyway, I convinced him to let me pick the music on the ride up there... The Cure, Bauhaus, the Cocetau Twins, Sisters of Mercy... you get the idea. Some good old school Goth sounds to get me in the mood.
When we finally arrived, the sun had already set on the horizon. But in a city like Miami, the night was much less hot and oppressive than the day. It was really a nice, warm Summer night. And the beach party was exactly what I would have expected it to be. A lot of 20 and 30 somethings hanging out on the beach around a big fire. There were some coolers full of beer and other drinks, and some of the girls were still playing a game of volley ball. Over all, it seemed like a very nice crowd. I was glad that Dave had actually gotten me out of my slump and out here.
I quickly started mingling with the crowd. There was a wide variety of subcultures represented there, from sun-tanned surfers to urban guys dressed like rappers to some Emo-kids. It was surprisingly diverse, and most of them were decent conversation to talk with too. And there were quite a few hot girls in bikinis too, something Miami is quite understandably known for. It must be something in the water down there or maybe it's the warm weather. Whatever the case, they really filled out their bikinis with their full breasts and ample butts. But sadly, I didn't see any Goth girls yet.
I turned around to pick up a beer, only to feel a tap on my shoulder. Turning back around, I was greeted by a cute little Goth chick, naturally enough, clad in a tiny black two-piece bikini. She was pretty damned hot! Her short hair was black... probably dyed. Tall and pale, her arms and torso were covered in a fearsome array of tattoos. She also had quite a few in her face as well -- I counted piercings in her nose, lips, ears and eyebrows. Immediately I wondered what else on her was pierced. She was very thin too, and barely had any boobs, but I suspected that her firm little nipples underneath he black bikini were pierced. I really wanted to find out if I were right!
Beside her was her friend, another Goth girl, but this one was much more curvy and wearing a purple or maybe dark blue bikini. It was kind of hard to tell in the dark. Like her friend, she too had quite an extensive collection of tattoos covering her body. However, her hair was long and braided, and dyed a bright orange -- almost neon orange, in fact. But what really stood out was her ample cleavage. Her huge breasts were pushed together by the tiny little bikini she wore. She also had some very nice curves, including what looked like a phenomenal ass.
Damn! I was getting hard just looking at this incredibly sexy Goth duo standing in front of me.
"Hi," I said, "I'm Rob. I'm new in town. "
The first Goth girl, the skinny short haired brunette, looked down at my shirt and smiled. I followed her gaze down, fearing that she might have noticed my boner, but I was pretty sure that it wasn't visible. No. It looked like she really was looking at my t-shirt, which was quite a relief for me.
"Oh," I said, "My shirt? Yeah, 'Siouxsie and the Banshees.' Are you a fan."
"Hell yeah," she said excitedly, "So what's your favorite song?"
