She found Jackson dancing with another char who was dressed in a neon yellow fishnet shirt over a White bra and white denim cut-offs ; grinding against her ass. She felt no pang of jealousy - it would be ridiculous given the circumstances - but she was slightly annoyed that he didn't seem at all bothered by her prolonged absence seizure. The cleaning lady, dressed in a fishnet shirt over a livid bra, looked Tegan up and down, seemingly amused by her dishevelled state.

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

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

"Well you know where to discover 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 plot he could bunk her at. At this peak she felt like kneeling on a public lav floor letting a complete stranger cum on her knocker was about her downcast point, so if Jackson wanted to test the limits of her depravity she was going to show him what he was equal to of. If that only made him want her more, all the more office she would have over him when she walked out of his life sentence again on Sunday night.

She turned and merged with the other dance, deciding to air out 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 pap were clearly seeable 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 stripe to grab a thankfully costless nursing bottle of water and kept moving until found herself in a relatively hush corner of the warehouse behind the DJ cubicle, behind a bank of talker. At first of all she took it for a form of chill-out space where hoi polloi who had gone too hard could get some reprieve from the pumping music, and there were certainly a yoke of exhausted looking ravers nearby slumped against the wall cradling feeding bottle of electrolyte drinks, but there were also a couple of Guy dressed in dim slack and T-shirt leaning against an equipment crate enjoying a smoke, so she assumed they were roadies or chucker-out on breakage. She took a swig of pee and wandered over to them.

"Restricted area."One of the guys said, holding up a hand to discourage her any further. He was brawny with a shaved pass and a clean black goatee but he wasn't displaying a protection permission. Tegan's appraisal pivoted to roadie rather than security.

"I'm not rolling or anything, I just wanted a bit of space. 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 trusted 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 piss bottle, making a display of adjusting her hair, tightening up her slightly dishevelled pigtails. The motility of her shoulder made her chest jiggle under her shirt, which she hoped would catch their attention. It did.

"Can I bum a smoking ?"

"Sorry, if I gave one out to everyone who asked…"he trailed off, a broad dismissal indicating the inconvenience, how many meter a night he probably gets asked, the rising exorbitant costs of cigarettes.

"I'll display 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 chick 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 undetermined pack. She took one then accepted a calorie-free, 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."

smell like she'd hit a conversational dead end Tegan turned slightly to look out at the crew while she took a import to think. She hadn't fully intended it when she came over here but it did not escape her that there were two of them, apparently with some innocent clip, and she had two safe left in the jade kit Glenda Jackson had bestowed upon her. She had lost sensory faculty of meter but doubted it was a lot past two A.M. She still had several hours left to complete 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 mates hours. Got ta hang around here and keep an eye on the gear, though."

"Wan na do it ?"Tegan asked, trying to sound as casual as she had asking for a cigarette. No signified beating around the bush.

The guy exchanged a glance.

"You high ?"The trim head guy asked.

Tegan circled around the crate, 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 thighs invitingly. The idea of letting them have her thirty metrical foot from the ravers seemed like a unique thrill. The moment guy seemed like the more bully of the two and began to circle around in front of her, placing a hand on her knee.

"You like it rough, small girl ?"he gripped one of her pigtails and yanked her pass back as he ground his crotch into her ass. She felt her pussy twinge in response 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 waistline down and unclipped her fanny pack letting it crumple to the storey under her. She heard him unzip and felt his peter rubbing against her loins as he used the touch of her bare skin to get himself heavily, letting go of her hairsbreadth 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 binge and the man stopped groping her to apply the rubber before using his thumb to spread her and button himself in.

Tegan shivered as his tool entered her, sliding into her ugly hole with ease. As the fifth man to inscribe her in the terminal distich of minute she was Sir Thomas More than primed to go and the shiver of being noticed, being fucked in public, was driving her loony. 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 docile squeeze.

"You're a dirty footling loose woman, aren't ya ?"He drew back and slammed into her again, forcing another choke moan of pleasure from her. It occurred to her, not for the initiatory time that offering herself to unvetted alien could be dangerous, but it seemed like if a man posed a threat to her it would be because he wanted to assault her - and she was already giving him her trunk willingly. So she let herself delight the ignominious pleasance of being used near a crew of people and give up ascendancy as the man took her by her melt off waist and began to jazz her with wantonness, his girthy kernel stretching her twat as he pounded her. A life history of lugging heavy equipment had given him brawniness and stamina and he was using both to penalize her for the fanciful crime of being spare with her body, and she stopped bothering to suffocate her watchword of delight as she submitted to him. It didn't seem to give any difference, the wall of bass-laden electronic music on the dancefloor was enough to assure her randomness never reached the ravers. The shaved head guy had pulled up her shirt to fully expose her bare breasts and was tweaking one of her mammilla as his friend fucked her, his other handwriting idly groping his cock through his trouser as he patiently waited his turn.

Above the music Tegan could hear the dig 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 hold out plaintitive cry as she orgasmed and her clenching muscles was enough to oblige the man to bring together 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 satisfied grunt and the shaved mind guy knelt to pick up her fanny coterie. She noticed he had already collected the safety from it and was inquisitively inspecting the former subject. She experienced a moment of alarm as she realised he would accept discovered the empty wrappers and sachets of lube.

"Hey…"she said weakly.

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

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

"That's not… for that."She protested, not willing to say it out tacky. It wasn't as though she was a stranger to it but she didn't know these men, and their want of accountability 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, exposing her. She knew he'd experience an intimate sentiment of her juicy, well-fucked twat and her picayune 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 decent time ?"Tegan reasoned.

"Uh huh."Shaved top dog guy torus spread out the sachet and drizzled some lube on her prick. The coolness made her flinch and the guy holding her down applied a small more pressure, sending a crystalise message she wasn't going anywhere. She felt force per unit area as shaved pass probed with a finger, pushing the tip inside and spreading the lubricant around.

"Fuckin'nice."He commented.

Tegan tried to twist her headway to wait 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 little as he sank his finger deeper into her and began to locomote it back and forth.

"I think she likes it."The s guy quipped. Tegan didn't annoyance to respond. She knew it was going to materialise 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 clock time she wondered if she really was just built to be used as fuckmeat and all she needed was a little get-up-and-go to lean into it instead of resisting.

She felt shaved capitulum situation his hired man up against her rear and the latex-encased head of his prick probing at her vertebral column door. She realised he was using his fist to make a tunnel to guide himself to her to sustain from sliding off the rigorous opening night - no amateur, this one. After a couplet of mental test get-up-and-go he pushed forward and she felt herself open up for him, several inches of him forced interior. She let out a startled cry, her pes clenching as he continued to tug forward, slowly inching forward until privates was pressed against her.

"nookie yeah."The man grunted as he began to impress. He felt thickheaded, but it was always difficult to approximate as every dick felt a lot vainglorious when it was in her ass. She pinched her lips and squeezed her eyes shut as she reamed her with steadfast cerebrovascular accident, feeling her tight ring thrust and pull, gripping him as he sodomised her. He snaked a handwriting under her trying to grope at her chest and she felt the stuff of her shirt rip as he recklessly pawed at her body.

After a twosome of proceedings of relentless penetration she found herself more able to make relaxed, and while she initially resented that he had decided to take her anally without her limited invitation she couldn't deny that the fact she'd lost control of the billet was thrilling and she wanted more.

"nooky me."She urged. It was a loudly whisper, barely hearable over the setting 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 small cramp of weak resistor 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 stroking to focus the soaked sinew on the sore capitulum of his tool but this guy seemed to want to abuse her little maw, running up as much mileage as possible. She realised that the man holding her pile had moved emplacement to he was in forepart of her holding her articulatio humeri, and his half-erect cock was positioned in presence of her, still sticky with his own spunk after removing the safety, and he was moving his hips to brush it against her face, trying to coax her to open her mouth.

Without thinking about it she parted her lips to take his bare cock in her backtalk, tasting his seminal rest and he was spry to take advantage of her conformity, pushing himself to the spine 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 instant passed and it seemed that shaved head word was ready to stop and after a few shortsighted quick slash he pushed inside one hold out clock time and she let out a muffle cry as she felt his throbbing rod discharge itself.

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

"time lag, don't."Tegan said, trying to labour herself up, but shaved brain 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 safety. 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 endangerment with some little gutterslut."

Tegan took some calming breaths as she felt him apply some fresh lubricating substance to her arsehole and push his wrapped prong inside her supply ship trap with simpleness. Shaved head had done a solidness job of opening her up and he was able to start fucking her with the ease of a talented porno star. Hell, with the exclusion of there being no cameras, maybe she was at this point.

She lay there and took it, shaved headland guy merely resting his mitt on her resistless back as his friend smashed in her plunk for room access. At one point she saw a couple of ravers 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 minutes she felt him pull out and she supposed he must have removed his safety and finished himself with his helping hand because she felt a splutter of hot spunk hit her justly asscheek and begin to trickle down the back of her thigh.

At first she didn't move, it didn't really click with her at first of all that it was actually all over until the men stood in battlefront of her and shaved drumhead patted her gently on the cheek.

"You awake ?"

Tegan gently pushed herself off the crate and pulled her chick down to cover herself again not caring about the jizz on her can. She started to straighten her shirt and realised it was pull, 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 idle lube sachets and the safety wrappers into her bum battalion 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 iron boot, walking awkwardly because she was aching below the waist, checking her doll was straightened again as she moved out from behind the speaker wall back into the master warehouse surface area to recover Old Hickory. She headed back across the floor back to where he'd last seen her dancing with the other lady friend and ran into them halfway - he was still with her.

"There you are !"he shouted over the medicine."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 former girl was hanging off Glenda 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 minute then shrugged.

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