The Lead Singer of The Band

"Hey! Are you guys with the bar?" A feminine voice calls out.

"Yeah!" You anxiously shout turning to see who's talking. A white woman in her mid-20's wearing a bright sequined body suit, high heels, and fishnet gloves is staring you down, with a look of confusion on her beautiful face. The suit shows off an amazing, curvy body, complete with a cutout to show off her pale cleavage. Of course all of that pales in comparison to the shock of seeing her hair, shoulder length and died purple with dark blue tips.

The sight instantly takes you back to your sex ed lesson from your father, where he'd shown you a photo of a girl with blue hair and explained, "Any woman who paints her hair with the colors of the devil is a harlot and an enemy to all men. The only way to fix a girl like that is to give her what she's secretly begging for and use her like a whore against her will."

You're snapped back to the present as she puts her hands on her full hips and looks skeptically at the two of you. "You guys look kind of young to be working in a bar. What's really going on here?"

Your heart is pounding in your chest and you can't tear your eyes away from the woman's hair. There's a primal urge in you that wants to do as your father had instructed, but you also know that despite your father's words the mere idea of **** someone fills your stomach with guilt and disgust.