The Goth Club

The genie opens the door, revealing three girls. They're wearing the school uniform, pleated skirts and white blouses, but they've all accessorized as darkly as possible. Black bras are visible through the thin material and they all sport black nail polish.

One of the girls has her chin-length hair dyed black except for a few red streaks. Other than that she could be a super model, with legs longer than War and Peace. She looks up as you walk through the door. “Oh, Principal Williams! You're just in time!”

A short goth girl runs up to you. Her long hair is pure black, which sets off her black lipstick. She's curvier than her tall friend, with a distinct hourglass figure. She grabs your hand and pulls you further inside. “We've got a problem that you can help us with.”

You turn back to see the classroom door closing with Amina on the other side. You're on your own, not that that seems like a bad thing. You turn back around and smile wide when you see the last girl.

She's barely recognizable as a goth at all. Long, naturally red hair and freckles don't scream “creature of the night,” though the pale skin works. Her only real goth things are a pair of ankh necklaces. Of course, it doesn't really matter whether she's gothy or not, what matters is that those necklaces are dangling between a huge pair of pale tits in her half open blouse.

The redheaded goth smiles at you lazily and says. “Don't let Ember drag your arm off. She gets excited easily. I'm Meridith, by the way.”

“And I'm Jinx,” says the tall one, every silky word sounding like a sexual invitation. “We've got a huge problem and we were hoping you could give us some relief.”

“What's the problem?” you ask.

Ember hugs your arm against her small, curvy frame. “We need to pick a club president.”

“Really? Does such a small club need a president?”

Meridith moves closer. Her half closed green eyes and and tranquil voice make you feel like you're in a trance as she says, “It's in the rules for after school clubs. But we all want the position and we need someone to break the tie.”

“Can you do that, sir?” says Jinx as she takes your free arm. The Tall girl's breath is warm against your neck. “Can you pick a club president for us so we won't be breaking the rules and being bad little girls?”

You smile as the three hot goths crowd in around you. “Yeah, I think I can do that.”