She found Michael Jackson dancing with another woman who was dressed in a neon yellow fishnet shirt over a white bra and whiten denim cut-offs ; grinding against her ass. She felt no sting of green-eyed monster - it would be pathetic given the setting - but she was slightly annoyed that he didn't seem at all bothered by her protract absence seizure. The woman, dressed in a fishnet shirt over a E. B. White bra, looked Tegan up and down, seemingly amused by her dishevel state.

"How'd you go ?"Jackson enquired, not skipping a beat in his dance.

Tegan briefly flashed four fingers and Thomas Jackson nodded appreciatively, apparently impressed.

"Well you know where to get me when you're done."

"I need another drink."Tegan said.

"So go get one."

"I don't have my card on me."

"That didn't seem to be a trouble before."Jackson said.

Tegan rolled her center with a sigh and enquire if this was him sticking to the flavour of the challenge or just being an asshole. Maybe he believed this was some form of biz he could flap her at. At this tip she felt like kneeling on a world bathroom base letting a perfect alien cum on her tits was about her dispirited point, so if Jackson wanted to prove the point of accumulation of her depravity she was going to show him what he was capable of. If that only made him want her More, all the Sir Thomas More power she would have over him when she walked out of his biography again on Sun night.

She turned and merged with the former terpsichore, deciding to vent some energy by putting on some moves while gradually migrating across the floor. She caught a few coup d'oeil from guys, she guessed likely because her nipples were clearly seeable through her shirt even in the dim kindling, but while she stayed on the move no one tried to tap or trip the light fantastic toe with her. She circled by one of the bars to grab a thankfully complimentary bottle of pee and kept moving until found herself in a relatively hushed corner of the storage warehouse behind the DJ stall, behind a depository financial institution of speakers. At first she took it for a kind of chill-out distance where mass who had gone too hard could get some reprieve from the pumping medicine, and there were certainly a couple of wash up looking raver nearby slumped against the wall cradling bottles of electrolyte drinks, but there were also a couple of guy wire dressed in black morass and t-shirts leaning against an equipment crate enjoying a sess, so she assumed they were roadies or bouncers on faulting. She took a draught of weewee and wandered over to them.

"Restricted area."One of the guys said, holding up a hand to deter her any farther. He was powerful with a shaved forefront and a neat black goatee but he wasn't displaying a security license. Tegan's estimation pivoted to roadie rather than security.

"I'm not rolling or anything, I just wanted a bit of space. Can I chill over here for a bit ?"she put on an air of playful innocence, which in dividing line with her attire, which she was surely wasn't fooling anyone.

The man sighed and shrugged, deciding it wasn't worth an controversy and went back to leaning on his crate.

"Just don't fuck with any of the equipment."

"Sure."Tegan approached the crate and set down her water bottle, making a show of adjusting her hair, tightening up her slightly dishevelled pigtails. The bowel movement of her shoulders made her chest jiggle under her shirt, which she hoped would catch their attention. It did.

"Can I bum a smoke ?"

"Sorry, if I gave one out to everyone who asked…"he trailed off, a broad dismissal indicating the inconvenience, how many multiplication a Night he probably gets asked, the rising exorbitant cost of cigarettes.

"I'll show you my pussy."Tegan said bluntly, cutting through the bullshit.

The man paused for a bit then shrugged.

"Alright."

Tegan lifted up the hem of her skirt at the straw man, giving him a glimpse of her neatly sculpted pubic mound and hairless lips, then dropped it back down after a few seconds.

"That's worth a cig I guess."He chuckled, offering her his assailable pack. She took one then accepted a dismount, leaning on the crate with them as she took a drag.

"So, you guys on breach ?"Tegan asked, making chance conversation.

"Sort of. We've got diddly-squat shit to do until we start tearing down in the morning."

Feeling like she'd hit a colloquial all in end Tegan turned slightly to look out at the crew while she took a moment to think. She hadn't fully intended it when she came over here but it did not turn tail her that there were two of them, apparently with some innocent clip, and she had two safety left in the strumpet kit Jackson had bestowed upon her. She had lost sense of sentence but doubted it was a great deal past two A.M. She still had several hours left to finish Jackson's challenge, but an opportunity was an opportunity. She took another drag and turned back to her new acquaintances.

"So you're not interfering then ?"

The second guy glanced at his watch.

"Not for a couplet hours. Got ta bent around here and continue an eye on the gear, though."

"Wan na fuck ?"Tegan asked, trying to fathom as effortless as she had asking for a coffin nail. No horse sense beating around the bush.

The guys exchanged a glance.

"You high ?"The shaved head guy asked.

Tegan circled around the crate, putting it between her and the crowd as she finished her cigarette and dropped it on the bare concrete, crushing it out with her boot.

"Nope. Only had one drink tonight too, if that helps."She hoisted herself up onto the crate, Parting her thighs invitingly. The approximation of letting them have her thirty groundwork from the ravers seemed like a alone flush. The second guy seemed like the more bully of the two and began to circulate around in strawman of her, placing a hand on her knee.

"You like it rough, piffling girl ?"he gripped one of her pigtails and yanked her head back as he ground his privates into her ass. She felt her pussy stab in reception and let out an involuntary groan."I think she does."

Tegan fumbled in her pack and pulled out one of the condoms.

"Oh, she came prepared."The man rolled her skirt up over has ass leaving her exposed from the waistline down and unclipped her tail end pack letting it tumble to the trading floor under her. She heard him unzip and felt his peter rubbing against her pubes as he used the touch of her bare skin to get himself intemperate, letting go of her hair's-breadth and groping her tits through her shirt. Meanwhile Tegan glances back to see if anyone was nearby and paying attention to them, and if they were, it wasn't obvious. She heard the packet rip and the man stopped groping her to apply the caoutchouc before using his thumbs to spread her and energy himself in.

Tegan shivered as his turncock entered her, sliding into her slimy fix with relaxation. As the fifth man to enter her in the death couple of hours she was More than primed to go and the thrill of being noticed, being fucked in public, was driving her crazy. She lurched forward trying to stifle her moan as he slammed his cock into her and wrapped his finger around her throat, giving her a ennoble squeeze.

"You're a colly footling strumpet, aren't ya ?"He drew back and slammed into her again, forcing another stifled moan of delight from her. It occurred to her, not for the first meter that offering herself to unvetted strangers could be dangerous, but it seemed like if a man posed a threat to her it would be because he wanted to rape her - and she was already giving him her body willingly. So she let herself enjoy the black pleasure of being used near a crowd of people and give up ascendence as the man took her by her slim waistline and began to fuck her with abandon, his girthy heart and soul stretching her cunt as he pounded her. A career of lugging heavy equipment had given him muscles and toughness and he was using both to punish her for the notional crime of being costless with her body, and she stopped bothering to dampen her war cry of pleasure as she submitted to him. It didn't seem to make any divergence, the wall of bass-laden electronic music on the dancefloor was enough to ensure her randomness never reached the ranter. The shaven principal guy had pulled up her shirt to fully queer her bare bosom and was tweaking one of her nipples as his friend fucked her, his other hand idly groping his putz through his pants as he patiently waited his turn.

Above the medicine Tegan could hear the moil grunting of the man's feat and it seemed he was close to finishing, and so was she. Her breathy moans reached a crescendo and she let out one last plaintitive cry as she orgasmed and her clenching muscles was enough to compel the man to get together her, his throbbing prong buried to the hilt in her well used tunnel.

She lay sprawled across the crate catching her breath as the man withdrew from her with a satisfied grunt and the shaved header guy knelt to break up up her behind inner circle. She noticed he had already collected the safe from it and was inquisitively inspecting the other contents. She experienced a moment of dismay as she realised he would have discovered the empty neglige and sachets of lube.

"Hey…"she said weakly.

"Turn her over."Shaved head guy said and his champion complied, taking her by the shoulders and flipping her easily, pinning her with handwriting on her back and one arm to maintain her in place as she tried to move. He tossed the inner circle down future to her as he moved around behind her and bent over her.

"You've been literal busy tonight. You think I don't know why you have this ?"he said, holding the sachet in front of her face.

"That's not… for that."She protested, not unforced to say it out loud. It wasn't as though she was a stranger to it but she didn't know these men, and their deficiency of answerability if something happened to her was suddenly a much realer concern.

"Sure."He acknowledged sarcastically. She felt him dig his quarter round into her asscheeks, spreading her wide, exposing her. She knew he'd have an intimate perspective of her juicy, well-fucked pussy and her slight rear hole.

"Well damn, this looks nice and fresh."

"Man, if I'd known that was an option…"the second guy said, with an air of virulent jealousy.

"Come on guys… haven't I shown you a nice sentence ?"Tegan reasoned.

"Uh huh."Shaved head guy tore open the sachet and drizzled some lube on her asshole. The coolness made her flinch and the guy holding her down applied a trivial more force per unit area, sending a clear subject matter she wasn't going anywhere. She felt pressure sensation as shaved head probed with a finger, pushing the tip inside and spreading the lube around.

"Fuckin'nice."He commented.

Tegan tried to twist her head to search towards the crew, wondering if anyone would see this happening and do anything about it. She supposed the odds of that hadn't really increased in the final few transactions. She trembled a little as he sank his fingerbreadth deeper into her and began to affect it back and forth.

"I think she likes it."The second guy quipped. Tegan didn't bother to react. She knew it was going to happen now and while she hadn't expected it, maybe she should have. Maybe she deserved it. And now that the conclusion had been made, she realised she wanted it. Not for the first prison term she wondered if she really was just built to be used as fuckmeat and all she needed was a little pushing to incline into it instead of resisting.

She felt shaved oral sex place his hand up against her butt joint and the latex-encased head of his cock probing at her back room access. She realised he was using his fist to make a tunnel to guide himself to her to maintain from sliding off the tight scuttle - no amateur, this one. After a couple of test pushes he pushed forward and she felt herself unfold up for him, several in of him forced inside. She let out a startled cry, her foot clenching as he continued to push forward, slowly inching forward until crotch was pressed against her.

"Fuck yeah."The man grunted as he began to move. He felt thickset, but it was always difficult to gauge as every cock felt a lot bigger when it was in her ass. She pinched her sassing and squeezed her eyes shut as she reamed her with unwavering strokes, feeling her sloshed ring push and pull, gripping him as he sodomised her. He snaked a hand under her trying to grope at her chest of drawers and she felt the material of her shirt rip as he recklessly pawed at her body.

After a couple of minutes of relentless penetration she found herself more able-bodied to relax, and while she initially resented that he had decided to take her anally without her express mail invitation she couldn't deny that the fact she'd lost control of the site was thrilling and she wanted more.

"ass me."She urged. It was a meretricious rustling, barely audible over the background thrum of the music and she wasn't sure if he even heard her, but he began to fuck her faster, maybe by coincidence.

"Fuck."She uttered again as her anus clenched, a humble spasm of frail electrical resistance as he rammed himself all the way up inside her over and over. In her experience when a man wanted to cum using her asshole he'd use short, shallow CVA to concentrate the tightest muscles on the tender question of his cock but this guy seemed to want to abuse her little hole, running up as much mileage as possible. She realised that the man holding her down had moved position to he was in social movement of her holding her shoulders, and his half-erect cock was positioned in front of her, still sticky with his own tinder after removing the condom, and he was moving his hips to brush it against her face, trying to cajole her to unfold her mouth.

Without thinking about it she parted her lips to take on his bare stopcock in her back talk, tasting his originative residuum and he was quick to take vantage of her compliance, pushing himself to the back of her throat. With her head tilted back it was effortless to consent him all the way in and he quickly grew in her soft mouth, which he began to slowly fuck.

Another minute passed and it seemed that shaved top dog was ready to wind up and after a few short quick solidus he pushed inside one last fourth dimension and she let out a softened cry as she felt his throbbing rod set down itself.

He slowly pulled out once he was done and her hole tingled with the feeling of emptiness as the man in front of her withdrew from her back talk and he started to circulate around behind her.

"postponement, don't."Tegan said, trying to agitate herself up, but shaved head guy shoved her back down. Guy two was obviously up for round two and wanted to involve a turn of events in her ass, but she was out of condom. While she had eventually stopped resisting, she wasn't about to let him bareback her.

"I have my own protection. As if I'd take any risks with some fiddling gutterslut."

Tegan took some calming breathing place as she felt him apply some tonic lube to her SOB and advertize his wrapped prong inside her tender muddle with ease. Shaved head teacher had done a solid job of opening her up and he was able to start fucking her with the ease of a talented porn star. Hell, with the elision of there being no television camera, maybe she was at this point.

She lay there and took it, shaved question guy merely resting his manus on her resistless back as his protagonist smashed in her back door. At one point she saw a duet of raver accidentally wander into the domain but when they saw her getting fucked they lingered for a minute of arc then wandered away without doing or saying anything. Not that she really cared anyway - either about anyone intervening or seeing her like this. After a few arcminute she felt him take out out and she supposed he must have removed his condom and finished himself with his hired man because she felt a splatter of hot spunk hit her right asscheek and begin to trickle down the back of her thigh.

At firstly she didn't move, it didn't really clack with her at first that it was actually all over until the men stood in front of her and shaved head patted her gently on the cheek.

"You awake ?"

Tegan gently pushed herself off the crate and pulled her wench down to cover herself again not caring about the jizz on her butt. She started to straighten her shirt and realised it was shoot down, her left tit completely exposed by a rip in the material. She sighed and looked up at the roadies.

"Are we done here ?"she enquired, somewhat coldly as she gathered up the idle lube sachets and the condom wrappers into her fanny coterie and clipped it back around her waist.

"Sure, sweetie."The secondly guy said with a smirk."You feel exempt to occur observe me any time."



Tegan walked unsteadily on her heeled thrill, walking awkwardly because she was aching below the waistline, checking her wench was straightened again as she moved out from behind the loudspeaker rampart back into the main storage warehouse field to regain Jackson. She headed back across the floor back to where he'd last seen her dancing with the other little girl and ran into them halfway - he was still with her.

"There you are !"he shouted over the music."Been looking all over for you."

"Sure."Tegan said derisively as Thomas Jonathan Jackson looked her up and down, seeing she was increasingly dishevelled since he'd last seen her. The early female child was hanging off Helen Hunt Jackson almost possessively.

"You ready to go ?"he was asking if she'd completed her challenge. Tegan held up seven digit. She was counting the fact one guy had fucked her twice, she had the used wrappers to prove it. Jackson looked confused for a minute then shrugged.

"Candy is coming home with us."Helen Hunt Jackson said indicating the woman next to him. So Tegan's nighttime was apparently far from over .