She found Jackson dancing with another woman who was dressed in a neon yellow fishnet shirt over a white bra and white dungaree cut-offs ; grinding against her ass. She felt no pang of jealousy - it would be ridiculous given the luck - but she was slightly annoyed that he didn't seem at all bothered by her lengthened absence. The charwoman, dressed in a fishnet shirt over a White bra, looked Tegan up and down, seemingly amused by her dishevelled state.

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

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

"Well you know where to find 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."Old Hickory said.

Tegan rolled her optic with a sigh and enquire if this was him sticking to the spirit of the challenge or just being an asshole. Maybe he believed this was some kind of game he could tick her at. At this point she felt like kneeling on a public lavatory storey letting a complete alien cum on her tits was about her grim detail, so if Jackson wanted to test the limit point of her depravity she was going to shew him what he was equal to of. If that only made him need her more, all the to a greater extent world power she would have over him when she walked out of his life again on Sun night.

She turned and merged with the other saltation, deciding to air out some energy by putting on some motility while gradually migrating across the floor. She caught a few coup d'oeil from guys, she guessed likely because her teat were clearly visible through her shirt even in the dim lighting, but while she stayed on the move no one tried to stop or dance with her. She circled by one of the BAR to catch a thankfully complimentary bottle of piddle and kept moving until found herself in a relatively quiet recession of the warehouse behind the DJ booth, behind a bank of speaker unit. At first she took it for a kind of chill-out space where people who had gone too hard could get some respite from the pumping music, and there were certainly a couple of run through looking ranter nearby slumped against the rampart cradling bottles of electrolyte drinks, but there were also a distich of guy dressed in opprobrious slacks and t-shirts leaning against an equipment crateful enjoying a smoke, so she assumed they were roadies or bouncers on break. She took a swig of urine and wandered over to them.

"Restricted area."One of the guy cable said, holding up a hired hand to deter her any further. He was muscular with a shaved question and a neat black goatee but he wasn't displaying a security license. Tegan's estimate pivoted to roadie rather than security.

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

The man sighed and shrugged, deciding it wasn't worth an contestation 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 urine nursing bottle, making a show of adjusting her hair, tightening up her slightly dishevelled pigtails. The crusade of her shoulders made her chest jiggle under her shirt, which she hoped would overtake their attention. It did.

"Can I bum a smoke ?"

"Sorry, if I gave one out to everyone who asked…"he trailed off, a broad release indicating the inconvenience, how many clock time a night he probably gets asked, the rising exorbitant costs of cigarettes.

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

The man paused for a consequence then shrugged.

"Alright."

Tegan lifted up the hem of her chick at the front, giving him a glimpse of her neatly sculpted pubic pitcher's 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 undefendable large number. She took one then accepted a light, leaning on the crate with them as she took a drag.

"So, you guys on faulting ?"Tegan asked, making fooling conversation.

"Sort of. We've got jack diddley to do until we start tearing down in the morning."

smell like she'd hit a conversational dead end Tegan turned slightly to seem out at the crowd while she took a moment to retrieve. She hadn't fully intended it when she came over here but it did not hightail it her that there were two of them, apparently with some free sentence, and she had two condoms left in the fornicatress kit Andrew Jackson had bestowed upon her. She had lost sensory faculty of sentence but doubted it was much past two A.M. She still had various hr left to complete Michael Joe Jackson's challenge, but an opportunity was an opportunity. She took another drag and turned back to her new acquaintances.

"So you're not busy then ?"

The mo guy glanced at his watch.

"Not for a mates hours. Got ta bent around here and stay fresh an eye on the gear, though."

"Wan na fuck ?"Tegan asked, trying to sound as casual as she had asking for a butt. No mother wit beating around the bush.

The guys exchanged a glance.

"You high ?"The shaved mind guy asked.

Tegan circled around the crateful, putting it between her and the crowd as she finished her butt 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 crateful, Parting her second joint invitingly. The idea of letting them have her thirty feet from the raver seemed like a unique thrill. The second guy seemed like the more keen of the two and began to circle around in front end of her, placing a hand on her knee.

"You like it rough, short female child ?"he gripped one of her pigtails and yanked her head back as he ground his crotch into her ass. She felt her cunt twinge in response and let out an nonvoluntary moan."I think she does."

Tegan fumbled in her coterie 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 female genital organ pack letting it get wise to the floor under her. She heard him unzip and felt his cock rubbing against her pubes as he used the pinch of her bare tegument to get himself hard, 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 tear and the man stopped groping her to apply the rubber before using his thumb to spread her and push himself in.

Tegan shivered as his cock entered her, sliding into her worthless hole with ease. As the one-fifth man to enter her in the survive twosome of minute she was more than primed to go and the thrill of being noticed, being fucked in world, was driving her loony. 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 assuage squeeze.

"You're a dirty petty slut, aren't ya ?"He drew back and slammed into her again, forcing another strangled moan of pleasure from her. It occurred to her, not for the first gear time that offering herself to unvetted stranger 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 savor the scandalous pleasure of being used near a crowd of the great unwashed and give up dominance as the man took her by her melt off waistline and began to fuck her with wantonness, his girthy meat stretching her cunt as he pounded her. A life history of lugging heavy equipment had given him muscles and staying power and he was using both to punish her for the notional criminal offense of being liberal with her body, and she stopped bothering to asphyxiate her rallying cry of pleasure as she submitted to him. It didn't seem to make any difference, the paries of bass-laden electronic music on the dancefloor was enough to check her noises never reached the ravers. The shave head guy had pulled up her shirt to fully expose her bare breast and was tweaking one of her nipples as his friend fucked her, his former hand idly groping his cock through his drawers as he patiently waited his turn.

Above the music Tegan could take heed the labor grunting of the man's campaign 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 join 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 fulfill grunt and the shaved oral sex guy knelt to pick up her backside pack. She noticed he had already collected the condom from it and was inquisitively inspecting the other contents. She experienced a moment of alarm as she realised he would have discovered the empty-bellied negligee and sachets of lube.

"Hey…"she said weakly.

"turn of events her over."Shaved fountainhead guy said and his friend complied, taking her by the berm and flipping her easily, pinning her with helping hand on her back and one arm to keep her in position as she tried to impress. He tossed the inner circle down adjacent to her as he moved around behind her and set over her.

"You've been substantial 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 uncoerced to say it out meretricious. It wasn't as though she was a unknown to it but she didn't know these men, and their lack of accountability if something happened to her was suddenly a much realer concern.

"Sure."He acknowledged sarcastically. She felt him dig his thumb into her asscheeks, spreading her wide, exposing her. She knew he'd hold an intimate perspective of her juicy, well-fucked cunt and her little rear hole.

"Well damn, this looks overnice and fresh."

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

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

"Uh huh."Shaved brain guy torus open the sachet and drizzled some lube on her bunghole. The coolness made her flinch and the guy holding her down applied a fiddling Thomas More atmospheric pressure, sending a clear message she wasn't going anywhere. She felt pressure as shaved brain probed with a finger, pushing the tip inside and spreading the lube around.

"Fuckin'nice."He commented.

Tegan tried to wrestle her head to front towards the bunch, wondering if anyone would see this happening and do anything about it. She supposed the odds of that hadn't really increased in the last few minutes. She trembled a trivial as he sank his finger deeper into her and began to move it back and forth.

"I think she likes it."The indorse 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 let. Maybe she deserved it. And now that the decision had been made, she realised she wanted it. Not for the first time she wondered if she really was just built to be used as fuckmeat and all she needed was a little push to lean into it instead of resisting.

She felt shaved head place his hand up against her stern and the latex-encased head of his turncock probing at her backwards door. She realised he was using his fist to make a tunnel to guide himself to her to keep from sliding off the tight opening - no amateur, this one. After a couple of test pushes he pushed forward and she felt herself afford up for him, several inch of him forced interior. She let out a jump cry, her feet clenching as he continued to labor forward, slowly inching forward until genitals was pressed against her.

"nookie yeah."The man grunted as he began to travel. He felt boneheaded, but it was always difficult to gauge as every cock felt a lot bigger when it was in her ass. She pinched her lips and squeezed her eye shut as she reamed her with brace separatrix, feeling her soaked halo energy and pull, gripping him as he sodomised her. He snaked a hand under her trying to grope at her pectus and she felt the material of her shirt rip as he recklessly pawed at her body.

After a duo of instant of relentless incursion she found herself more able-bodied to relax, and while she initially resented that he had decided to exact her anally without her express invitation she couldn't deny that the fact she'd lost control of the state of affairs was thrilling and she wanted more.

"Fuck me."She urged. It was a loud whisper, barely audible over the background thrum of the medicine and she wasn't sure if he even heard her, but he began to bang her faster, maybe by coincidence.

"Fuck."She uttered again as her anus clenched, a small muscle spasm of weak 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, shoal cerebrovascular accident to focus the rigorous muscularity on the raw head of his cock but this guy seemed to want to ill-use her petty hole, running up as lots mileage as possible. She realised that the man holding her John L. H. Down had moved situation to he was in forepart of her holding her shoulder, and his half-erect tool was positioned in strawman of her, still sticky with his own tinder after removing the condom, and he was moving his hip joint to brush it against her face, trying to coax her to open her mouth.

Without thinking about it she parted her back talk to assume his bare cock in her mouth, tasting his seminal rest and he was quick to get hold of vantage of her deference, pushing himself to the backbone of her throat. With her head tilted back it was effortless to accept him all the way in and he quickly grew in her gentle oral cavity, which he began to slowly fuck.

Another minute of arc passed and it seemed that shaved head was quick to finish and after a few forgetful quick CVA he pushed inside one last time and she let out a mute cry as she felt his throbbing rod put down itself.

He slowly pulled out once he was done and her pickle tingled with the touch of vacancy as the man in front of her withdrew from her lip and he started to circle around behind her.

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

"I have my own protection. As if I'd use up any endangerment with some little gutterslut."

Tegan took some calming breathing space as she felt him apply some fresh lube to her asshole and press his wrapped prong inside her tender maw with ease. Shaved head had done a self-colored job of opening her up and he was able to start fucking her with the simpleness of a gifted porn star. Hell, with the exception of there being no cameras, maybe she was at this point.

She lay there and took it, shaved capitulum guy merely resting his script on her unresisting back as his friend smashed in her backrest threshold. At one degree she saw a couple of ravers accidentally wander into the area but when they saw her getting fucked they lingered for a minute 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 minutes she felt him commit out and she supposed he must have removed his rubber and finished himself with his hand because she felt a spattering of hot spunk hit her right asscheek and begin to trickle down the back of her thigh.

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

"You awake ?"

Tegan gently pushed herself off the crateful and pulled her skirt down to cover herself again not caring about the jizz on her butt. She started to tidy her shirt and realised it was lacerated, 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 unused lube sachets and the safety wrappers into her fanny pack and clipped it back around her waist.

"Sure, sweetie."The bit guy said with a smirk."You feel free to come witness me any time."



Tegan walked unsteadily on her reheel boots, walking awkwardly because she was aching below the waist, checking her skirt was straightened again as she moved out from behind the speaker system wall back into the chief warehouse surface area to find capital of Mississippi. She headed back across the floor back to where he'd last seen her dancing with the other 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 Jackson looked her up and down, seeing she was increasingly dishevelled since he'd endure seen her. The former girl was hanging off Jesse Jackson almost possessively.

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

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