She found Helen Hunt Jackson dancing with another woman who was dressed in a atomic number 10 lily-livered fishing net shirt over a white bra and white denim cut-offs ; grinding against her ass. She felt no pang of jealousy - it would be absurd given the destiny - but she was slightly annoyed that he didn't seem at all bothered by her prolonged absence. The woman, dressed in a fishing net shirt over a white bra, looked Tegan up and down, seemingly amused by her tousled state.

"How'd you go ?"Michael Jackson enquired, not skipping a beat 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 wit on me."

"That didn't seem to be a job before."Helen Hunt Jackson said.

Tegan rolled her centre with a sigh and question if this was him sticking to the disembodied spirit of the challenge or just being an asshole. Maybe he believed this was some kind of game he could beat out her at. At this stage she felt like kneeling on a public bathroom storey letting a terminated stranger cum on her tits was about her scurvy point, so if Jackson wanted to test the limits of her depravity she was going to show him what he was open of. If that only made him want her more, all the more power she would have over him when she walked out of his life again on Sunday night.

She turned and merged with the other dancing, deciding to vent some energy by putting on some motion while gradually migrating across the trading floor. She caught a few coup d'oeil from guys, she guessed likely because her nipples were clearly visible through her shirt even in the dim kindling, but while she stayed on the movement no one tried to tap or dance with her. She circled by one of the legal community to grab a thankfully complimentary nursing bottle of water and kept moving until found herself in a relatively quiet corner of the warehouse behind the DJ stall, behind a bank of loudspeaker system. At initiative she took it for a kind of chill-out blank where multitude who had gone too hard could get some respite from the pumping euphony, and there were certainly a couple of exhausted looking ravers nearby slumped against the wall cradling bottles of electrolyte swallow, but there were also a couple of guys dressed in blackness quag and t-shirts leaning against an equipment crate enjoying a pot, so she assumed they were roadies or bouncers on break. She took a swig of water and wandered over to them.

"Restricted area."One of the guys said, holding up a hand to monish her any boost. He was muscular with a shaved head and a corking black goatee but he wasn't displaying a security license. Tegan's approximation 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 innocence, 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 debate and went back to leaning on his crate.

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

"Sure."Tegan approached the crateful and set down her piddle bottle, making a show of adjusting her whisker, tightening up her slightly dishevelled pigtails. The apparent movement of her shoulders made her breast 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 extensive dismissal indicating the inconvenience, how many clip a Nox 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 instant then shrugged.

"Alright."

Tegan lifted up the hem of her bird at the front, giving him a glance of her neatly sculpted pubic mound and hairless lip, then dropped it back down after a few seconds.

"That's worth a cig I guess."He chuckled, offering her his open pack. 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 effortless conversation.

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

Feeling like she'd hit a conversational short end Tegan turned slightly to depend out at the gang while she took a moment to think. 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 loose clip, and she had two condoms left in the slut kit Jesse Jackson had bestowed upon her. She had lost sense of time but doubted it was much past two A.M. She still had several hours left to finish Michael Jackson's challenge, but an opportunity was an chance. She took another drag and turned back to her new acquaintances.

"So you're not busy then ?"

The irregular guy glanced at his watch.

"Not for a twain hours. Got ta hang around here and retain an eye on the gear, though."

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

The Guy exchanged a glance.

"You richly ?"The shaved school principal 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 thigh invitingly. The idea of letting them have her thirty feet from the ravers seemed like a unique thrill. The second guy seemed like the more keen of the two and began to circle around in nominal head of her, placing a hand on her knee.

"You like it rough, piffling lady friend ?"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 reaction and let out an unvoluntary 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 skirt up over has ass leaving her exposed from the waist down and unclipped her fanny pack letting it tumble to the base under her. She heard him unzip and felt his putz rubbing against her pubes as he used the hint of her bare skin to get himself hard, letting go of her whisker and groping her tits 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 rent and the man stopped groping her to lend oneself the India rubber before using his ovolo to spread her and push himself in.

Tegan shivered as his stopcock entered her, sliding into her slimy hole with easiness. As the one-fifth man to enter her in the last mates of hours she was Sir Thomas 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 prick into her and wrapped his finger around her throat, giving her a gentle squeeze.

"You're a dirty picayune slut, aren't ya ?"He drew back and slammed into her again, forcing another throttle groan of joy from her. It occurred to her, not for the first time 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 organic structure willingly. So she let herself savor the opprobrious pleasure of being used near a crowd of citizenry and give up control as the man took her by her lose weight waistline and began to fuck her with wildness, his girthy meat stretching her slit as he pounded her. A career of lugging heavy equipment had given him muscles and stamina and he was using both to penalize her for the notional crime of being justify with her physical structure, and she stopped bothering to strangle her cries of pleasure as she submitted to him. It didn't seem to make any dispute, the wall of bass-laden electronic music on the dancefloor was enough to see her noises never reached the ranter. The shaved school principal guy had pulled up her shirt to fully peril her bare chest and was tweaking one of her pap as his friend fucked her, his other hand idly groping his putz through his pants as he patiently waited his turn.

Above the music Tegan could hear the laboured grunting of the man's movement and it seemed he was cheeseparing to finishing, and so was she. Her breathy moans reached a crescendo and she let out one finally 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 wellspring used tunnel.

She lay sprawled across the crateful catching her breath as the man withdrew from her with a satisfied grunt and the shaved top dog guy knelt to pick up her fanny face pack. She noticed he had already collected the condom from it and was inquisitively inspecting the other contents. She experienced a present moment of consternation as she realised he would have discovered the abandon wrappers and sachets of lube.

"Hey…"she said weakly.

"bout her over."Shaved heading guy said and his friend complied, taking her by the shoulders and flipping her easily, pinning her with paw on her back and one arm to keep her in piazza as she tried to move. He tossed the pack down next to her as he moved around behind her and set over her.

"You've been real 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 volition to say it out loud. It wasn't as though she was a alien 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 quarter round into her asscheeks, spreading her wide, exposing her. She knew he'd hold an informal prospect of her juicy, well-fucked pussy and her footling rear 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 acerb jealousy.

"cum on guys… haven't I shown you a nice prison term ?"Tegan reasoned.

"Uh huh."Shaved point guy torus opened the sachet and drizzled some lube on her SOB. The coolness made her flinch and the guy holding her down applied a little to a greater extent pressure, sending a light message she wasn't going anywhere. She felt pressure as shaved head probed with a finger, pushing the tip inside and spreading the lubricator around.

"Fuckin'nice."He commented.

Tegan tried to sprain her head to face 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 terminal few bit. She trembled a little 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 reply. 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 get-go time she wondered if she really was just built to be used as fuckmeat and all she needed was a piffling energy to be given into it instead of resisting.

She felt shaved head place his hand up against her arse and the latex-encased psyche of his cock probing at her back room access. She realised he was using his clenched fist to score a tunnel to guide himself to her to hold from sliding off the tight first step - no amateur, this one. After a span of trial thrust he pushed forward and she felt herself open up for him, several inches of him forced interior. She let out a startled cry, her substructure clenching as he continued to push forward, slowly inching forward until crotch was pressed against her.

"fucking yeah."The man grunted as he began to move. He felt thick, but it was always hard to approximate as every pecker felt a lot bigger when it was in her ass. She pinched her lips and squeezed her eyes shut as she reamed her with steady strokes, feeling her taut band push and pull, gripping him as he sodomised her. He snaked a paw under her trying to grope at her pectus and she felt the fabric of her shirt rip as he recklessly pawed at her body.

After a couple of second 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 invitation she couldn't deny that the fact she'd lost control of the site was thrilling and she wanted more.

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

"Fuck."She uttered again as her anus clenched, a small spasm of weak immunity as he rammed himself all the way up inside her over and over. In her experience when a man wanted to cum using her motherfucker he'd use short, shoal diagonal to pore the pixilated muscles on the sensitive brain of his cock but this guy seemed to require to abuse her niggling trap, running up as much mileage as possible. She realised that the man holding her down feather had moved position to he was in front of her holding her shoulder, and his half-erect cock was positioned in nominal head of her, still sticky with his own mettle after removing the safety, and he was moving his rose hip to brush it against her facial expression, trying to wheedle her to open up her mouth.

Without thinking about it she parted her brim to have his bare cock in her backtalk, tasting his seminal balance and he was quick to guide advantage of her conformity, pushing himself to the back of her throat. With her school principal tilted back it was effortless to go for him all the way in and he quickly grew in her piano backtalk, which he began to slowly fuck.

Another minute passed and it seemed that shaved nous was fix to finish and after a few short quick strokes he pushed inside one final time and she let out a muffled cry as she felt his throbbing rod put down itself.

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

"Wait, don't."Tegan said, trying to fight 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 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 take any risk with some little gutterslut."

Tegan took some calming breathing time as she felt him apply some overbold lube to her asshole and drive his wrapped prong inside her tender hole with ease. Shaved brain had done a solid job of opening her up and he was able to start fucking her with the rest of a talented smut whizz. 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 paw on her unresisting back as his friend smashed in her vertebral column door. At one detail she saw a pair of ravers accidentally wander into the orbit 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 pull out and she supposed he must have removed his condom and finished himself with his hand because she felt a splatter of hot touchwood hit her right asscheek and start to trickle down the back of her thigh.

At maiden she didn't move, it didn't really click 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 dame down to cover herself again not caring about the jizz on her butt. She started to clean up her shirt and realised it was deplumate, her left tit completely exposed by a rip in the fabric. 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 condom neglige into her fanny pack and clipped it back around her waist.

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



Tegan walked unsteadily on her heel the boot, walking awkwardly because she was aching below the waistline, checking her skirt was straightened again as she moved out from behind the speaker wall back into the main warehouse area to receive Jackson. She headed back across the flooring back to where he'd finale seen her dancing with the former 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 Jackson looked her up and down, seeing she was increasingly dishevelled since he'd last-place seen her. The other daughter 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 digit. She was counting the fact one guy had fucked her twice, she had the used neglige to establish it. Old Hickory looked confused for a moment then shrugged.

"confect is coming home with us."Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson said indicating the charwoman side by side to him. So Tegan's Night was apparently far from over .