She found Jackson dancing with another woman who was dressed in a neon yellow fishnet shirt over a Elwyn Brooks White bra and white denim cut-offs ; grinding against her ass. She felt no pang of jealousy - it would be ridiculous given the portion - 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 Caucasian bra, looked Tegan up and down, seemingly amused by her dishevelled state.

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

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

"wellspring you know where to receive me when you're done."

"I need another drink."Tegan said.

"So go get one."

"I don't have my plug-in on me."

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

Tegan rolled her eyes with a sigh and enquire if this was him sticking to the liveliness of the challenge or just being an asshole. Maybe he believed this was some kind of game he could beat her at. At this percentage point she felt like kneeling on a world bathroom floor letting a consummate unknown cum on her mammilla was about her lowest point, so if Jackson wanted to test the limits of her corruption she was going to demonstrate him what he was capable of. If that only made him need her more, all the more power she would induce over him when she walked out of his life again on Sunday night.

She turned and merged with the other dances, deciding to vent some vigour by putting on some moves while gradually migrating across the storey. She caught a few glances from hombre, she guessed likely because her mamilla were clearly visible through her shirt even in the dim inflammation, but while she stayed on the move no one tried to bug or dance with her. She circled by one of the barroom to grab a thankfully complimentary bottle of H2O and kept moving until found herself in a relatively tranquility street corner of the storage warehouse behind the DJ John Wilkes Booth, behind a camber of loudspeaker system. At first she took it for a form of chill-out space where people who had gone too hard could get some suspension from the pumping music, and there were certainly a duet of exhausted looking raver nearby slumped against the paries cradling bottles of electrolyte deglutition, but there were also a twosome of guys dressed in black slackness and jersey leaning against an equipment crate enjoying a smoke, so she assumed they were roadies or bouncer on break. She took a swig of water and wandered over to them.

"Restricted area."One of the guy rope said, holding up a hand to deter her any encourage. He was hefty with a shaved head and a nifty bootleg 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 quad. Can I cool down over here for a bit ?"she put on an air of playful innocence, which in contrast with her attire, which she was for certain 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 weewee feeding bottle, making a appearance of adjusting her hair, tightening up her slightly dishevelled pigtails. The movement of her shoulder made her chest jiggle under her shirt, which she hoped would enamour their aid. It did.

"Can I bum a grass ?"

"Sorry, if I gave one out to everyone who asked…"he trailed off, a unspecific dismissal indicating the inconvenience, how many clip a dark he probably gets asked, the rising exorbitant toll of cigarettes.

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

The man paused for a present moment then shrugged.

"Alright."

Tegan lifted up the hem of her skirt at the front, giving him a coup d'oeil 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 undefended ring. She took one then accepted a light, leaning on the crate with them as she took a drag.

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

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

Feeling like she'd hit a conversational abruptly end Tegan turned slightly to calculate out at the crowd while she took a import to think. She hadn't fully intended it when she came over here but it did not lam her that there were two of them, apparently with some free time, and she had two condom left in the jade kit Jackson had bestowed upon her. She had lost signified of time but doubted it was a good deal past two A.M. She still had several hours left to complete Jackson's challenge, but an chance was an chance. She took another puff and turned back to her new acquaintances.

"So you're not interfering then ?"

The second guy glanced at his watch.

"Not for a couple hour. Got ta hang around here and continue an eye on the cogwheel, though."

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

The guys exchanged a glance.

"You high ?"The trim brain guy asked.

Tegan circled around the crate, putting it between her and the crowd as she finished her coffin nail 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 idea of letting them have her thirty feet from the ranter seemed like a unequaled boot. The back guy seemed like the more keen of the two and began to encircle around in front of her, placing a bridge player on her knee.

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

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

"Oh, she came prepared."The man rolled her dame up over has ass leaving her exposed from the waist down and unclipped her fanny pack letting it tumble to the floor under her. She heard him unzip and felt his hammer rubbing against her os pubis as he used the touch of her bare skin to get himself laborious, letting go of her hair and groping her knocker through her shirt. Meanwhile Tegan glances back to see if anyone was nearby and paying care to them, and if they were, it wasn't obvious. She heard the packet tear and the man stopped groping her to lend oneself the rubber before using his ovolo to spread her and push himself in.

Tegan shivered as his peter entered her, sliding into her slimy hole with ease. As the fifth man to enter her in the last couple of hours she was more than primed to go and the bang of being noticed, being fucked in public, was driving her loony. She lurched forward trying to stifle her moan as he slammed his tool into her and wrapped his fingerbreadth around her throat, giving her a gentle squeeze.

"You're a dirty little slattern, aren't ya ?"He drew back and slammed into her again, forcing another strangle moan of pleasure from her. It occurred to her, not for the first time that offering herself to unvetted strangers could be unsafe, 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 shameful pleasure of being used near a crowd of people and give up control condition as the man took her by her slim waist and began to fuck her with abandon, his girthy centre stretching her cunt as he pounded her. A career of lugging laborious equipment had given him muscles and toughness and he was using both to penalize her for the notional crime of being barren with her body, and she stopped bothering to muffle her cries of joy as she submitted to him. It didn't seem to make any difference, the wall of bass-laden electronic medicine on the dancefloor was enough to control her interference never reached the raver. The shaved head guy had pulled up her shirt to fully disclose her bare breast and was tweaking one of her nipples as his Quaker fucked her, his other script idly groping his stopcock through his pants as he patiently waited his turn.

Above the music Tegan could learn the laboured grunting of the man's efforts and it seemed he was close to finishing, and so was she. Her breathy groan reached a crescendo and she let out one last plaintitive cry as she orgasmed and her clenching muscular tissue 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 crateful catching her breath as the man withdrew from her with a slaked grunt and the shaved pass guy knelt to cull up her fanny pack. She noticed he had already collected the condom from it and was inquisitively inspecting the other contents. She experienced a moment of alarm clock as she realised he would have discovered the void wrapper and sachets of lube.

"Hey…"she said weakly.

"Turn her over."Shaved drumhead guy said and his friend complied, taking her by the shoulder joint and flipping her easily, pinning her with hands on her back and one arm to celebrate her in place as she tried to impress. He tossed the pack down next to her as he moved around behind her and bent over her.

"You've been tangible occupy tonight. You think I don't know why you have this ?"he said, holding the sachet in front line 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 quarter round into her asscheeks, spreading her wide, exposing her. She knew he'd give birth an intimate view of her juicy, well-fucked pussy and her little posterior hole.

"fountainhead 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.

"seminal fluid on guys… haven't I shown you a squeamish time ?"Tegan reasoned.

"Uh huh."Shaved straits guy tore outdoors the sachet and drizzled some lube on her asshole. The coolness made her wince and the guy holding her down applied a little more air pressure, sending a clear message she wasn't going anywhere. She felt pressure as shaved promontory probed with a finger, pushing the tip inside and spreading the lubricating substance around.

"Fuckin'nice."He commented.

Tegan tried to curve her psyche to depend 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 last few minutes. She trembled a minuscule as he sank his finger's breadth 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 accept. Maybe she deserved it. And now that the decision 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 push to run into it instead of resisting.

She felt shaved head spot his hand up against her butt and the latex-encased psyche of his cock probing at her cover threshold. She realised he was using his fist to lay down a tunnel to guide himself to her to keep from sliding off the nasty possible action - no amateur, this one. After a yoke of trial run thrust he pushed forward and she felt herself open up for him, several column inch of him forced inside. She let out a startled cry, her feet clenching as he continued to bear on forward, slowly inching forward until crotch was pressed against her.

"Fuck yeah."The man grunted as he began to move. He felt thick, but it was always unmanageable to estimate as every prick felt a lot bounteous when it was in her ass. She pinched her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut as she reamed her with unwavering strokes, feeling her mingy hoop push and pull, gripping him as he sodomised her. He snaked a bridge player under her trying to grope at her bureau and she felt the material of her shirt rip as he recklessly pawed at her body.

After a match of hour of relentless penetration she found herself more able to unlax, and while she initially resented that he had decided to take her anally without her express invitation she couldn't deny that the fact she'd lost control of the berth was thrilling and she wanted more.

"Fuck me."She urged. It was a loud whisper, 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 small cramp of fallible 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 shot to centre the tightest muscularity on the sensitive top dog of his dick but this guy seemed to want to abuse her little hole, running up as much fuel consumption rate as possible. She realised that the man holding her down had moved stance 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 spunk after removing the rubber, and he was moving his hip joint to sweep it against her face, trying to coax her to open up her mouth.

Without thinking about it she parted her lip to accept his bare shaft in her sass, tasting his seminal residuum and he was agile to exact vantage of her conformity, pushing himself to the spine of her throat. With her head tilted back it was casual to admit him all the way in and he quickly grew in her indulgent mouth, which he began to slowly fuck.

Another second passed and it seemed that shaved drumhead was ready to land up and after a few brusque quick strokes he pushed inside one hold up time and she let out a strangle cry as she felt his throbbing rod set down itself.

He slowly pulled out once he was done and her hole tingled with the intuitive feeling of vanity as the man in front of her withdrew from her mouth 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 turn in her ass, but she was out of rubber. While she had eventually stopped resisting, she wasn't about to let him bareback her.

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

Tegan took some calming breaths as she felt him employ some fresh lubricating substance to her asshole and promote his wrapped prong inside her attendant hole with ease. Shaved head teacher had done a self-coloured job of opening her up and he was able to commence fucking her with the ease of a talented porn star. the pits, 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 supine back as his acquaintance smashed in her spinal column threshold. At one compass point she saw a couple of ravers accidentally wander into the area but when they saw her getting fucked they lingered for a moment 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 pull out and she supposed he must consume removed his condom and finished himself with his hand because she felt a sputter of hot touchwood hit her right asscheek and begin to trickle down the back of her thigh.

At 1st she didn't move, it didn't really get through with her at first that it was actually all over until the men stood in front of her and shaved mind patted her gently on the cheek.

"You awake ?"

Tegan gently pushed herself off the crateful and pulled her skirt down to address herself again not caring about the jizz on her nates. She started to straighten her shirt and realised it was lacerate, 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 lubricator sachets and the condom wrap into her fanny pack and clipped it back around her waist.

"Sure, sweetie."The s guy said with a smirk."You feel liberal to number observe me any time."



Tegan walked unsteadily on her heeled the boot, walking awkwardly because she was aching below the waist, checking her skirt was straightened again as she moved out from behind the Speaker wall back into the main storage warehouse expanse to receive Jackson. She headed back across the flooring back to where he'd final stage seen her dancing with the other female child 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 girl 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 housecoat to shew it. Jackson looked confused for a moment then shrugged.

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