Everywhere Demetri scanned he was seeing people in leather like he was, some wearing much less, well a whole lot less, and some of the more extreme outfits were better left to the imagination than described. One guy, with a shaved head and a red beard was looking especially hot in his skin tight black vinyl pants, black vinyl tank trimmed in white and knee high black leather boots. Another man wearing black leather chaps with a black leather jock strap, leather biker boots, with no shirt on but did have some dog tags around his neck. One girl had on a black bra, with a tiny, tiny black vinyl skirt, webbed stockings and a black thong under the skirt, which kept rising up, as she would bend over to pick up her cocktail off of the coffee table. Demetri could go on and on about outfits, but it didn’t matter, he loved it all. He loved their uniqueness, their fearlessness, their rebellion to public rules and norms. He had to applaud anyone who stood up for themselves and just lived their life on their terms. As long they are not hurting anyone else, who the hell cares, and if they do care, then they seriously need to get a damn life.
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