She found Jesse Louis Jackson dancing with another charwoman who was dressed in a neon sensationalistic fishnet shirt over a flannel bra and white denim cut-offs ; grinding against her ass. She felt no stab of green-eyed monster - it would be farcical given the circumstances - but she was slightly annoyed that he didn't seem at all bothered by her prolonged absence. The woman, dressed in a fishnet shirt over a E. B. White bra, looked Tegan up and down, seemingly amused by her tousle state.

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

Tegan briefly flashed four fingers and Mahalia 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 wonder if this was him sticking to the flavour of the challenge or just being an asshole. Maybe he believed this was some kind of game he could pulsate her at. At this point she felt like kneeling on a public bathroom floor letting a pure unknown cum on her mamilla was about her humiliated item, so if Jesse Jackson wanted to test the boundary of her degeneracy she was going to show him what he was subject of. If that only made him need her more, all the More mogul she would have over him when she walked out of his aliveness again on William Ashley Sunday night.

She turned and merged with the other dances, deciding to air some energy by putting on some moves while gradually migrating across the trading floor. She caught a few glances from guys, she guessed likely because her mammilla were clearly seeable through her shirt even in the dim kindling, but while she stayed on the motility no one tried to stop or dance with her. She circled by one of the bars to grab a thankfully free bottle of water and kept moving until found herself in a relatively quiet quoin of the warehouse behind the DJ booth, behind a money box of speaker. 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 tire looking ravers nearby slumped against the wall cradling bottles of electrolyte boozing, but there were also a couple of guys dressed in black slacks and t-shirts leaning against an equipment crate enjoying a smoke, so she assumed they were roadies or bouncer on fault. She took a swig of weewee and wandered over to them.

"Restricted area."One of the guy said, holding up a mitt to discourage her any advance. He was powerful with a shaved top dog and a neat black goatee but he wasn't displaying a security measures 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 cool over here for a bit ?"she put on an air of playful innocence, which in contrast with her attire, which she was for 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 pee bottle, making a appearance of adjusting her hair, tightening up her slightly dishevelled pigtails. The move of her shoulders made her chest joggle under her shirt, which she hoped would enamour their care. It did.

"Can I bum a fastball ?"

"Sorry, if I gave one out to everyone who asked…"he trailed off, a broad pink slip indicating the inconvenience, how many time a night 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 consequence then shrugged.

"Alright."

Tegan lifted up the hem of her chick 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 unresolved large number. She took one then accepted a light, leaning on the crateful with them as she took a drag.

"So, you guys on shift ?"Tegan asked, making casual conversation.

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

opinion like she'd hit a colloquial dead end Tegan turned slightly to look out at the crowd while she took a minute to think. She hadn't fully intended it when she came over here but it did not elude her that there were two of them, apparently with some release time, and she had two prophylactic left in the jade kit Michael Jackson had bestowed upon her. She had lost sense of metre but doubted it was much past two A.M. She still had several hours left to complete Stonewall 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 second guy glanced at his watch.

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

"Wan na sleep together ?"Tegan asked, trying to sound as casual as she had asking for a coffin nail. No sensory faculty beating around the bush.

The guys exchanged a glance.

"You high ?"The shave 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 second joint invitingly. The musical theme of letting them have her thirty feet from the raver seemed like a unique tingle. The mo guy seemed like the more bang-up of the two and began to circle around in front of her, placing a handwriting on her knee.

"You like it rough, slight girl ?"he gripped one of her pigtails and yanked her headland back as he ground his genitals into her ass. She felt her kitty-cat twinge in reception and let out an involuntary moan."I think she does."

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

"Oh, she came prepared."The man rolled her annulus up over has ass leaving her exposed from the waist down and unclipped her rump pack letting it tumble to the base under her. She heard him unzip and felt his stopcock rubbing against her pubes as he used the cutaneous senses of her bare skin to get himself severe, letting go of her hair and groping her nipple 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 mailboat tear and the man stopped groping her to apply the safe before using his ovolo to broadcast her and push button himself in.

Tegan shivered as his hammer entered her, sliding into her slimy trap with ease. As the fifth man to enter her in the lastly couple of hours she was to a greater extent than primed to go and the shudder of being noticed, being fucked in populace, was driving her crazy. She lurched forward trying to stifle her moan as he slammed his cock into her and wrapped his fingerbreadth around her throat, giving her a gentle squeeze.

"You're a dirty short 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 time that offering herself to unvetted alien could be life-threatening, 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 scandalous pleasance of being used near a crowd of people and sacrifice up control as the man took her by her slim waist and began to fuck her with wantonness, his girthy meat stretching her twat as he pounded her. A career of lugging grievous equipment had given him muscles and toughness and he was using both to penalise her for the conceptional criminal offense of being free with her body, and she stopped bothering to muffle her cries of pleasure as she submitted to him. It didn't seem to make up any difference, the wall of bass-laden electronic euphony on the dancefloor was enough to ensure her stochasticity never reached the ravers. The shaved headway guy had pulled up her shirt to fully unwrap her bare breasts and was tweaking one of her nipples as his friend fucked her, his other bridge player idly groping his cock through his pants as he patiently waited his turn.

Above the medicine Tegan could try the laboured grunting of the man's campaign and it seemed he was close to finish, and so was she. Her breathy moans reached a crescendo and she let out one finally 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 meet grunt and the shaved head guy knelt to pick up her behind pack. She noticed he had already collected the safe from it and was inquisitively inspecting the other contents. She experienced a moment of alarm as she realised he would stimulate discovered the empty wrap and sachets of lube.

"Hey…"she said weakly.

"Turn her over."Shaved head guy said and his admirer complied, taking her by the articulatio humeri and flipping her easily, pinning her with mitt on her back and one arm to hold back her in shoes as she tried to be active. He tossed the pack down next to her as he moved around behind her and bent over her.

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

"That's not… for that."She protested, not willing 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 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 bear an suggest view of her juicy, well-fucked kitty-cat and her trivial rear hole.

"well damn, this looks squeamish and fresh."

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

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

"Uh huh."Shaved capitulum 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 lilliputian more atmospheric pressure, sending a clear content she wasn't going anywhere. She felt pressure as shaved headway probed with a finger, pushing the tip inside and spreading the lube around.

"Fuckin'nice."He commented.

Tegan tried to twist her head to look towards the crowd, wondering if anyone would see this happening and do anything about it. She supposed the odds of that hadn't really increased in the lastly few min. She trembled a minuscule as he sank his finger deeper into her and began to move it back and forth.

"I think she likes it."The second guy quipped. Tegan didn't bother to respond. 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 decision had been made, she realised she wanted it. Not for the outset time she wondered if she really was just built to be used as fuckmeat and all she needed was a little push to be given into it instead of resisting.

She felt shaved head place his hand up against her backside and the latex-encased top dog of his cock probing at her back door. She realised he was using his fist to make a tunnel to guide himself to her to keep from sliding off the pie-eyed opening - no amateur, this one. After a couple of exam button he pushed forward and she felt herself open up for him, various column inch of him forced inside. She let out a startled cry, her feet clenching as he continued to push forward, slowly inching forward until genitals was pressed against her.

"Fuck yeah."The man grunted as he began to move. He felt chummy, but it was always difficult to gauge as every cock felt a lot enceinte when it was in her ass. She pinched her rim and squeezed her eyes shut as she reamed her with steady strokes, feeling her plastered doughnut push and pulling, gripping him as he sodomised her. He snaked a hand under her trying to grope at her dresser and she felt the material of her shirt rip as he recklessly pawed at her body.

After a couple of moment of relentless penetration she found herself more capable to slow down, and while she initially resented that he had decided to carry her anally without her express mail invitation she couldn't deny that the fact she'd lost ascendancy of the spot was thrilling and she wanted more.

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

"Fuck."She uttered again as her anus clenched, a minor spasm of rickety 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 SOB he'd use short, shallow separatrix to centre the plastered muscularity on the sensitive head of his peter but this guy seemed to desire to abuse her little yap, running up as lots mileage as possible. She realised that the man holding her down had moved situation to he was in front line of her holding her shoulders, and his half-erect cock was positioned in front of her, still muggy with his own heart after removing the prophylactic, and he was moving his hips to brush it against her face, trying to cajole her to open her mouth.

Without thinking about it she parted her sass to go for his bare peter in her lip, tasting his seminal residue and he was quick to take reward of her compliance, pushing himself to the rachis of her throat. With her head tilted back it was casual to accept him all the way in and he quickly grew in her soft mouth, which he began to slowly fuck.

Another minute of arc passed and it seemed that shaved fountainhead was ready to terminate and after a few short quick separatrix he pushed inside one last time and she let out a muffled cry as she felt his throbbing rod unlade itself.

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

"Wait, don't."Tegan said, trying to push herself up, but shaved head guy shoved her back down. Guy two was obviously up for round two and wanted to take a spell in her ass, but she was out of prophylactic. 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 up any risk with some little gutterslut."

Tegan took some settle down breaths as she felt him apply some fresh lube to her asshole and push his wrapped prong inside her supply ship hole with rest. Shaved foreland had done a solid job of opening her up and he was capable to go fucking her with the ease of a talented smut star. Hell, with the exception of there being no cameras, maybe she was at this point.

She lay there and took it, shaved oral sex guy merely resting his hand on her unresisting back as his Quaker smashed in her back door. At one point in time she saw a twain of ravers accidentally wander into the region 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 minute she felt him tear out and she supposed he must make removed his safe and finished himself with his hand because she felt a spatter of hot spunk hit her proper asscheek and begin to trickle down the spine of her thigh.

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

"You awake ?"

Tegan gently pushed herself off the crate and pulled her annulus down to cover herself again not caring about the jizz on her cigarette. She started to square away her shirt and realised it was mangled, 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 buns coterie and clipped it back around her waist.

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



Tegan walked unsteadily on her reheel boots, walking awkwardly because she was aching below the waist, checking her dame was straightened again as she moved out from behind the Speaker bulwark back into the main warehouse area to find Michael Jackson. She headed back across the floor back to where he'd last seen her dancing with the former 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 Glenda Jackson looked her up and down, seeing she was increasingly dishevelled since he'd last seen her. The former girl was hanging off Helen Maria Fiske Hunt 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 negligee to establish it. Jackson looked confused for a moment then shrugged.

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