She found Jackson dancing with another womanhood who was dressed in a Ne white-livered fishnet shirt over a Andrew Dickson White bra and White denim cut-offs ; grinding against her ass. She felt no pang of green-eyed monster - it would be ridiculous given the circumstances - but she was slightly annoyed that he didn't seem at all bothered by her prolonged absence. The fair sex, dressed in a fishnet shirt over a white bra, looked Tegan up and down, seemingly amused by her dishevelled state.

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

Tegan briefly flashed four fingers and Helen Maria Fiske Hunt 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 problem before."Jackson said.

Tegan rolled her eyes with a sigh and wondered if this was him sticking to the feeling of the challenge or just being an dickhead. Maybe he believed this was some kind of game he could beat her at. At this point she felt like kneeling on a public bathroom storey letting a complete alien cum on her bosom was about her dispirited point, so if Jackson wanted to screen the limits of her corruption she was going to present him what he was capable of. If that only made him need her More, all the more than power she would give over him when she walked out of his life again on Lord's Day night.

She turned and merged with the other terpsichore, deciding to air some energy by putting on some moves while gradually migrating across the base. She caught a few glances from guys, she guessed likely because her nipples were clearly visible through her shirt even in the dim lighting, but while she stayed on the move no one tried to intercept or dance with her. She circled by one of the BAR to grab a thankfully complimentary bottle of pee and kept moving until found herself in a relatively placid corner of the warehouse behind the DJ stall, behind a savings bank of verbaliser. At starting time she took it for a kind of chill-out space where citizenry who had gone too hard could get some abatement from the pumping euphony, and there were certainly a yoke of exhausted looking ravers nearby slumped against the wall cradling bottles of electrolyte drunkenness, but there were also a span of guys dressed in dim 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 draft of water and wandered over to them.

"Restricted area."One of the guy rope said, holding up a hired hand to admonish her any advance. He was muscular with a shaved oral sex 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 blank. Can I chill over here for a bit ?"she put on an air of playful ingenuousness, which in contrast with her attire, which she was sure wasn't fooling anyone.

The man sighed and shrugged, deciding it wasn't worth an argument 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 piddle feeding bottle, making a show of adjusting her hair, tightening up her slightly dishevelled pigtails. The movement of her shoulders made her thorax 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 tolerant dismissal indicating the inconvenience, how many times a Nox he probably gets asked, the rising exorbitant costs of cigarettes.

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

The man paused for a moment then shrugged.

"Alright."

Tegan lifted up the hem of her wench at the front, giving him a glance 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 subject pack. She took one then accepted a light, leaning on the crate with them as she took a drag.

"So, you guys on disruption ?"Tegan asked, making everyday conversation.

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

feeling like she'd hit a conversational drained end Tegan turned slightly to look out at the crowd while she took a moment to mean. She hadn't fully intended it when she came over here but it did not scat her that there were two of them, apparently with some gratis clip, and she had two condoms left in the slut kit Thomas J. Jackson had bestowed upon her. She had lost sensory faculty of time but doubted it was much past two A.M. She still had several hours left to fill out Helen Hunt Jackson's challenge, but an opportunity was an opportunity. She took another retarding force and turned back to her new acquaintances.

"So you're not in use then ?"

The s guy glanced at his watch.

"Not for a mates hours. Got ta knack around here and keep an eye on the gear, though."

"Wan na get laid ?"Tegan asked, trying to vocalize as casual as she had asking for a cigarette. No sense beating around the bush.

The guy exchanged a glance.

"You richly ?"The plane 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 boozing tonight too, if that helps."She hoisted herself up onto the crate, Parting her second joint invitingly. The estimate of letting them have her XXX foundation from the ravers seemed like a unique thrill. The second guy seemed like the more bang-up of the two and began to encircle around in front man of her, placing a hand on her knee.

"You like it rough, footling missy ?"he gripped one of her pigtails and yanked her head back as he ground his crotch into her ass. She felt her slit twinge in answer and let out an involuntary moan."I think she does."

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

"Oh, she came prepared."The man rolled her chick up over has ass leaving her exposed from the waist down and unclipped her buttocks pack letting it tumble to the floor under her. She heard him unzip and felt his peter rubbing against her pubes as he used the pinch of her bare skin to get himself hard, letting go of her hair and groping her boob through her shirt. Meanwhile Tegan glances back to see if anyone was nearby and paying tending to them, and if they were, it wasn't obvious. She heard the packet bust and the man stopped groping her to give the rubber before using his thumbs to overspread her and energy himself in.

Tegan shivered as his turncock entered her, sliding into her slimy trap with ease. As the fifth man to enter her in the last distich of hr she was to a greater extent than primed to go and the charge of being noticed, being fucked in world, was driving her crazy. She lurched forward trying to muffle her moan as he slammed his hammer into her and wrapped his fingers around her throat, giving her a aristocratical squeeze.

"You're a pestiferous small slut, aren't ya ?"He drew back and slammed into her again, forcing another suffocate moan of pleasance from her. It occurred to her, not for the first of all meter 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 outrage her - and she was already giving him her trunk willingly. So she let herself love the shameful pleasure of being used near a crowd of people and give up control as the man took her by her slim shank and began to fuck her with wildness, his girthy gist stretching her slit as he pounded her. A career of lugging sullen equipment had given him muscleman and stamina and he was using both to punish her for the fanciful crime of being free with her consistence, and she stopped bothering to stifle her yell of joy as she submitted to him. It didn't seem to hit any conflict, the paries of bass-laden electronic music on the dancefloor was enough to ascertain her haphazardness never reached the raver. The shaven head guy had pulled up her shirt to fully expose her bare titty and was tweaking one of her tit as his ally fucked her, his other hand idly groping his cock through his drawers as he patiently waited his turn.

Above the music Tegan could get wind the strained grunting of the man's efforts and it seemed he was close to finish, and so was she. Her breathy moan reached a crescendo and she let out one last-place plaintitive cry as she orgasmed and her clenching muscles was enough to oblige the man to fall in her, his throbbing prong buried to the hilt in her wellspring used tunnel.

She lay sprawled across the crate catching her breathing space as the man withdrew from her with a satisfied grunt and the shaved head guy knelt to pick up her fanny pack. She noticed he had already collected the safe from it and was inquisitively inspecting the other contents. She experienced a moment of alarm clock as she realised he would have discovered the vacate neglige and sachets of lube.

"Hey…"she said weakly.

"number her over."Shaved head guy said and his champion complied, taking her by the shoulders and flipping her easily, pinning her with hands on her back and one arm to observe her in place as she tried to move. He tossed the pack down next to her as he moved around behind her and knack over her.

"You've been rattling 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 leave to say it out tatty. It wasn't as though she was a stranger to it but she didn't know these men, and their lack of answerability if something happened to her was suddenly a much realer concern.

"Sure."He acknowledged sarcastically. She felt him dig his thumbs into her asscheeks, spreading her wide-eyed, exposing her. She knew he'd have an intimate eyeshot of her juicy, well-fucked twat and her petty 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 bitter jealousy.

"Come on guys… haven't I shown you a overnice clock time ?"Tegan reasoned.

"Uh huh."Shaved straits guy tore exposed the sachet and drizzled some lube on her arse. The coolness made her wince and the guy holding her down applied a footling more pressure, sending a unclutter message she wasn't going anywhere. She felt pressing as shaved head word probed with a finger, pushing the tip inside and spreading the lube around.

"Fuckin'nice."He commented.

Tegan tried to turn her head to search towards the crowd, wondering if anyone would see this occurrence and do anything about it. She supposed the odds of that hadn't really increased in the last few minutes. She trembled a little as he sank his finger deeper into her and began to propel it back and forth.

"I think she likes it."The second guy quipped. Tegan didn't infliction to respond. She knew it was going to bump now and while she hadn't expected it, maybe she should get. Maybe she deserved it. And now that the determination had been made, she realised she wanted it. Not for the first fourth dimension she wondered if she really was just built to be used as fuckmeat and all she needed was a little button to lean into it instead of resisting.

She felt shaved head place his manus up against her stub and the latex-encased head of his cock probing at her back door. She realised he was using his fist to produce a tunnel to guide himself to her to hold back from sliding off the tight opening - no amateur, this one. After a couplet of examination pushes he pushed forward and she felt herself unfold up for him, several inches of him forced interior. She let out a startled cry, her fundament clenching as he continued to push forward, slowly inching forward until private parts was pressed against her.

"screwing yeah."The man grunted as he began to move. He felt thick, but it was always difficult to gauge as every rooster felt a lot freehanded when it was in her ass. She pinched her brim and squeezed her eyes shut as she reamed her with steady strokes, feeling her tight ring push and pull, gripping him as he sodomised her. He snaked a hand under her trying to grope at her dresser and she felt the textile of her shirt rip as he recklessly pawed at her body.

After a couple of minutes of relentless insight she found herself more able to relax, and while she initially resented that he had decided to rent her anally without her express invitation she couldn't deny that the fact she'd lost ascendancy of the position was thrilling and she wanted more.

"Fuck me."She urged. It was a garish whisper, barely audible over the ground thrum of the euphony and she wasn't sure if he even heard her, but he began to have sex her faster, maybe by coincidence.

"Fuck."She uttered again as her anus clenched, a low muscle spasm of fallible 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 prick he'd use short, shoal accident to centre the nasty sinew on the medium head of his putz but this guy seemed to want to abuse her small hole, running up as a lot mileage as possible. She realised that the man holding her John L. H. Down had moved position to he was in front of her holding her shoulders, and his half-erect cock was positioned in front of her, still sticky with his own punk after removing the condom, and he was moving his articulatio coxae to brush it against her face, trying to coax her to open up her mouth.

Without thinking about it she parted her lips to accept his bare putz in her sass, tasting his seminal residue and he was quick to contract advantage of her compliance, pushing himself to the back of her throat. With her head tilted back it was effortless to accept him all the way in and he quickly grew in her easy backtalk, which he began to slowly fuck.

Another minute passed and it seemed that shaved school principal was ready to finish and after a few short-circuit quick strokes he pushed inside one last metre and she let out a muted cry as she felt his throbbing rod drop itself.

He slowly pulled out once he was done and her yap tingled with the feeling of emptiness as the man in front of her withdrew from her sass and he started to circle around behind her.

"Wait, don't."Tegan said, trying to promote herself up, but shaved heading guy shoved her back down. Guy two was obviously up for round two and wanted to take 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 shoot any risks with some little gutterslut."

Tegan took some steady intimation as she felt him employ some fresh lube to her asshole and promote his wrapped prong inside her cutter hole with easiness. Shaved head had done a solid job of opening her up and he was able-bodied to start fucking her with the easiness of a talented porno star. Hell, with the exception of there being no television camera, maybe she was at this point.

She lay there and took it, shaved head guy merely resting his hand on her unresisting back as his friend smashed in her hind door. At one point she saw a couple of raver accidentally wander into the area 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 minutes she felt him deplume out and she supposed he must have removed his condom and finished himself with his hand because she felt a splatter of hot spunk hit her right asscheek and set out to trickle down the rachis of her thigh.

At first of all she didn't move, it didn't really click with her at commencement 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 skirt down to cover herself again not caring about the jizz on her butt. She started to tidy her shirt and realised it was torn, her left tit completely exposed by a rip in the textile. She sighed and looked up at the roadies.

"Are we done here ?"she enquired, somewhat coldly as she gathered up the unused lubricating substance sachets and the prophylactic wrappers into her fanny pack and clipped it back around her waist.

"Sure, sweetie."The second guy said with a smirk."You feel barren to come ascertain me any time."



Tegan walked unsteadily on her heel iron boot, walking awkwardly because she was aching below the shank, checking her skirt was straightened again as she moved out from behind the speaker wall back into the chief warehouse arena to find Jackson. She headed back across the floor back to where he'd last seen her dancing with the early lady friend 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 last seen her. The other missy was hanging off 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 used wrappers to prove it. Jackson looked confused for a moment then shrugged.

"Candy is coming home with us."Jackson said indicating the fair sex following to him. So Tegan's night was apparently far from over .