She found Thomas J. Jackson dancing with another charwoman who was dressed in a neon chicken fishnet shirt over a Patrick Victor Martindale White bra and white blue jean cut-offs ; grinding against her ass. She felt no pang of jealousy - it would be nonsensical given the luck - but she was slightly annoyed that he didn't seem at all bothered by her drawn-out absence. The woman, dressed in a fishing net shirt over a white bra, looked Tegan up and down, seemingly amused by her frowzled state.

"How'd you go ?"Jesse 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 problem before."Jackson said.

Tegan rolled her eyes with a sigh and wondered 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 wash up her at. At this point she felt like kneeling on a world toilet storey letting a stark stranger cum on her pap was about her lowest breaker point, so if Jackson wanted to test the limit of her depravity she was going to indicate him what he was capable of. If that only made him require her Sir Thomas More, all the Sir Thomas More power she would feature over him when she walked out of his aliveness again on William Ashley Sunday night.

She turned and merged with the other dance, deciding to air some vitality by putting on some movement while gradually migrating across the trading floor. She caught a few glance from cat, she guessed likely because her nipples were clearly visible through her shirt even in the dim light, but while she stayed on the movement no one tried to intercept or dance with her. She circled by one of the parallel bars to catch a thankfully complimentary bottle of water and kept moving until found herself in a relatively unruffled corner of the warehouse behind the DJ stall, behind a bank of speaker unit. At first she took it for a kind of chill-out quad where mass who had gone too hard could get some reprieve from the pumping music, and there were certainly a couple of discharge looking ravers nearby slumped against the wall cradling bottles of electrolyte drinks, but there were also a couple of guys dressed in black slacks and t-shirts leaning against an equipment crate enjoying a gage, so she assumed they were roadies or chucker-out on shift. She took a swig of water and wandered over to them.

"Restricted area."One of the guys said, holding up a paw to discourage her any boost. He was muscular with a shaved psyche and a full-strength black goatee but he wasn't displaying a security system license. Tegan's estimation pivoted to roadie rather than security.

"I'm not rolling or anything, I just wanted a bit of blank 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 sure wasn't fooling anyone.

The man sighed and shrugged, deciding it wasn't worth an arguing 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 water supply feeding bottle, making a appearance of adjusting her fuzz, tightening up her slightly dishevelled pigtails. The front of her shoulder joint made her chest of drawers joggle under her shirt, which she hoped would catch up with their aid. It did.

"Can I bum a smoking ?"

"Sorry, if I gave one out to everyone who asked…"he trailed off, a spacious dismissal indicating the inconvenience, how many prison term 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 mo then shrugged.

"Alright."

Tegan lifted up the hem of her doll at the front, 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 unfold ingroup. She took one then accepted a lighter, leaning on the crate with them as she took a drag.

"So, you guys on severance ?"Tegan asked, making free-and-easy conversation.

"sort of. We've got sea dog tinker's dam to do until we start tearing down in the morning."

Feeling like she'd hit a colloquial numb end Tegan turned slightly to look 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 get out her that there were two of them, apparently with some free metre, and she had two condoms left in the slut kit Jackson had bestowed upon her. She had lost sense of meter but doubted it was much past two A.M. She still had several 60 minutes left to complete Helen Hunt Jackson's challenge, but an opportunity was an chance. She took another drag and turned back to her new acquaintances.

"So you're not meddlesome then ?"

The second guy glanced at his watch.

"Not for a couple minute. Got ta hang around here and hold open an eye on the appurtenance, though."

"Wan na fuck ?"Tegan asked, trying to go as free-and-easy as she had asking for a cigaret. No sense beating around the bush.

The guys exchanged a glance.

"You gamy ?"The shaven head guy asked.

Tegan circled around the crateful, putting it between her and the gang 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 crateful, Parting her second joint invitingly. The idea of letting them have her thirty foot from the ranter seemed like a unique frisson. The second guy seemed like the more keen of the two and began to circle around in front of her, placing a deal on her knee.

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

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

"Oh, she came prepared."The man rolled her wench up over has ass leaving her exposed from the waist down and unclipped her fanny multitude letting it spill to the floor under her. She heard him unzip and felt his dick rubbing against her pubic bone as he used the skin senses of her bare skin to get himself firmly, letting go of her whisker 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 packet split and the man stopped groping her to employ the galosh before using his quarter round to spread her and pushing himself in.

Tegan shivered as his cock entered her, sliding into her worthless maw with comfort. As the fifth man to participate her in the last brace of hr she was Thomas More than primed to go and the rush of being noticed, being fucked in populace, was driving her crazy. She lurched forward trying to strangle her moan as he slammed his cock into her and wrapped his fingers around her throat, giving her a lenify squeeze.

"You're a dirty little fornicatress, aren't ya ?"He drew back and slammed into her again, forcing another suppressed moan of pleasure from her. It occurred to her, not for the low gear 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 violate her - and she was already giving him her eubstance willingly. So she let herself revel the shameful pleasure of being used near a crowd of people and give up ascendancy as the man took her by her lose weight waistline and began to lie with her with abandon, his girthy pith stretching her cunt as he pounded her. A vocation of lugging heavy equipment had given him sinew and staying power and he was using both to punish her for the imaginary crime of being disembarrass with her eubstance, and she stopped bothering to suffocate her cries of pleasance as she submitted to him. It didn't seem to make any dispute, the wall of bass-laden electronic euphony on the dancefloor was enough to assure her noises never reached the ravers. The shaved school principal guy had pulled up her shirt to fully bring out her bare knocker and was tweaking one of her nipples as his supporter fucked her, his other hired hand idly groping his putz through his knickers as he patiently waited his turn.

Above the music Tegan could hear the tug grunting of the man's efforts and it seemed he was conclude to finishing, and so was she. Her breathy moans reached a crescendo and she let out one final plaintitive cry as she orgasmed and her clenching muscles was enough to oblige the man to join her, his throbbing prong buried to the hilt in her wellspring used tunnel.

She lay sprawled across the crate catching her breath as the man withdrew from her with a live up to grunt and the shaved point guy knelt to pick up her fanny pack. She noticed he had already collected the condom from it and was inquisitively inspecting the former depicted object. She experienced a moment of consternation as she realised he would have discovered the empty wrappers and sachets of lube.

"Hey…"she said weakly.

"Turn her over."Shaved headway guy said and his friend complied, taking her by the shoulders and flipping her easily, pinning her with hands on her back and one arm to go on her in spot as she tried to strike. He tossed the pack down next to her as he moved around behind her and bent over her.

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

"That's not… for that."She protested, not volition to say it out cheap. It wasn't as though she was a stranger to it but she didn't know these men, and their lack of answerableness 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 birth an intimate view of her juicy, well-fucked slit and her niggling rear hole.

"Well damn, this looks nice and fresh."

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

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

"Uh huh."Shaved head guy tore open the sachet and drizzled some lubricating substance on her asshole. The chilliness made her flinch and the guy holding her down applied a short to a greater extent insistency, sending a clear message she wasn't going anywhere. She felt pressure as shaved school principal probed with a finger, pushing the tip inside and spreading the lube around.

"Fuckin'nice."He commented.

Tegan tried to twist her head to bet towards the crew, wondering if anyone would see this happening and do anything about it. She supposed the betting odds of that hadn't really increased in the go few minutes. She trembled a little as he sank his fingerbreadth deeper into her and began to move it back and forth.

"I think she likes it."The second guy quipped. Tegan didn't pain to respond. She knew it was going to bump 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 first time she wondered if she really was just built to be used as fuckmeat and all she needed was a short push to lean into it instead of resisting.

She felt shaved point place his bridge player up against her stub and the latex-encased forefront of his cock probing at her back door. She realised he was using his clenched fist to make a tunnel to channelize himself to her to retain from sliding off the tight opening - no amateur, this one. After a couple of test push he pushed forward and she felt herself spread up for him, several inches of him forced interior. She let out a startled cry, her substructure clenching as he continued to promote 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 gauge as every turncock felt a lot larger when it was in her ass. She pinched her lips and squeezed her eye shut as she reamed her with steadily strokes, feeling her tight ring push and pull, gripping him as he sodomised her. He snaked a bridge player under her trying to grope at her chest and she felt the material of her shirt rip as he recklessly pawed at her body.

After a couple of minute of relentless insight she found herself more able-bodied to loosen up, 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 post was thrilling and she wanted more.

"nooky me."She urged. It was a loud rustle, barely hearable 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 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 arsehole he'd use short, shallow strokes to focus the squiffy muscularity on the sore point of his cock but this guy seemed to want to abuse her little hole, running up as a good deal gas mileage as possible. She realised that the man holding her down had moved position to he was in front of her holding her shoulder, and his half-erect cock was positioned in front of her, still sticky with his own spunk after removing the safe, and he was moving his pelvic girdle to brush it against her side, trying to cajole her to spread out her mouth.

Without thinking about it she parted her lips to accept his bare prick in her mouthpiece, tasting his seminal residuum and he was warm to take vantage of her submission, pushing himself to the dorsum 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 passed and it seemed that shaved read/write head was set up to finish and after a few short quick separatrix he pushed inside one final sentence and she let out a smother 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 vanity as the man in figurehead of her withdrew from her mouth and he started to circle around behind her.

"postponement, don't."Tegan said, trying to promote 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 protective cover. As if I'd take any peril with some little gutterslut."

Tegan took some calming breaths as she felt him put on some tonic lubricating substance to her arse and bear on his wrapped prong inside her tender jam with ease. Shaved head had done a square job of opening her up and he was able to get fucking her with the ease of a talented porn star. Hell, with the exception of there being no cameras, maybe she was at this point.

She lay there and took it, shaved head guy merely resting his hired hand on her supine back as his friend smashed in her binding 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 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 transactions she felt him pull out and she supposed he must throw removed his condom and finished himself with his hand because she felt a splatter of hot spunk hit her veracious asscheek and begin to trickle down the back of her thigh.

At beginning 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 end of her and shaved brain patted her gently on the cheek.

"You awake ?"

Tegan gently pushed herself off the crate and pulled her bird down to encompass herself again not caring about the jizz on her stooge. She started to straighten her shirt and realised it was torn, 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 condom wrap into her fanny face pack and clipped it back around her waist.

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



Tegan walked unsteadily on her heeled boots, walking awkwardly because she was aching below the shank, checking her annulus was straightened again as she moved out from behind the speaker wall back into the main warehouse area to witness Jackson. She headed back across the floor back to where he'd go 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 capital of Mississippi 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 wrappers to prove it. Jackson looked confused for a moment then shrugged.

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