Tegan spent the Uber ride in silence, wondering what Jackson had planned for the rest of the night. Given how he had dressed her up she expected he was taking her to some swinger’s club or something. Given some of her recent escapades it didn’t seem terribly daunting but Jackson had not elaborated. The car was taking them into the city and she didn’t even know the address or name of the place they were going since Jackson had ordered the ride via an app. When the pulled up outside a converted warehouse hosting what seemed to be a rave near the CBD she was actually oddly surprised and almost relieved for a moment, until she realised with a sinking feeling that she’d be dressed like a total whore among hundreds of people who were just having a normal Friday night.
She alighted from the car with Jackson’s assistance, endeavouring to keep her thighs together and microskirt down. There were a few people in line for the nightclub as well as a large group of smokers clustered in a fenced off area outside. A few heads turned to look at her in her outfit but despite her feeling exposed no one seemed to linger on her for too long and she realised that her outfit was not hugely out of place – though she imagined that most of the other women here were wearing underwear, at least.
Jackson escorted her to the line and it wasn’t long before the bouncer at the door was waving them through with barely a second glance. As Jackson led her by the wrist through the crowd gyrating to the thumping electronic dance music she clung close to him through the large space. The inside of the warehouse was clean and tidy but also bare, with exposed walls and girders. Several bars sat among the crowd like islands in a sea of people, dispensing overpriced drinks in plastic tumblers. Tegan noticed that she was drawing some attention. While she felt her distinctly uncurvy body wasn’t the kind that got attention easily, her outfit was making up for it. She noticed one group of women watch her pass then turn to each other apparently to laugh amongst themselves at her immodesty but she didn’t really care. Eventually Jackson found a bare patch of wall for them to lean against and he casually surveyed the dancefloor. Tegan’s curiosity and anxiousness abruptly exploded out of her.
“What are we doing here?” Tegan shouted through the music.
“Clubbing.” Jackson non-answered.
“Why am I dressed like this?” Tegan enquired, flapping her hands at herself to indicate her extremely revealing outfit.
“Because I want to show you off.”
Tegan looked up at him skeptically and Jackson responded by grasping the back of her head and kissing her, a move that caught her off guard. She was so distracted it took her a moment to realise that he was running his fingers up her thigh towards the hem of her microskirt and pulled away out of reflex.
“You’re shy, now?” Jackson challenged with an arrogant smirk.
“What’s the endgame here, for me to walk around in the nude in front of a bunch of strangers?” Tegan countered with a scowl.
“Maybe.” Jackson mused. “Ok, here’s the challenge.”
He leaned over and tapped the pack sitting on her hip.
“This contains some condoms. We don’t leave here until you’ve used them all.”
“Are you fucking serious?” Tegan asked incredulously. She was supposed to hook up with strangers at a goddamn rave? Half of whom were probably rolling on E or molly as well as being drunk.
“I’m not going to make you do anything, it’s just a challenge. But if you haven’t used up your supply by the time the rave ends at 5am, there will be a penalty – based on how many you have left.”
“Uh-huh. So fuck some random guys. And what’s the penalty?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” Jackson said enigmatically. She wondered if he’d even planned for the eventuality she wouldn’t go through with his challenge. They locked gazes for a long moment as she thought it over then with an almost vindictive dismissal she cocked her head.
“Fine.” She said defiantly then scanned the area, which could easily be considered a target rich environment. She doubted finding a few guys to slip her one would be a challenge, though her stomach was churning with the idea of it, as it had every time she’d been challenged to take on strangers. This time though, it was up to her to take the initiative. Pushing away from Jackson she made a beeline for the nearest bar, making a point of checking out guys on her way to see if she baited any interest.
As she leaned on the bar avoiding making eye contact with the busy bartenders and wiggling her hips in which she hoped was an enticing manner, a man sidled up alongside her and she glanced over at him. He was tall and skinny, dressed wearing a torn up black t-shirt and ripped black jeans. He had an outdated emo haircut with a long fringe that partially obscured his eyes and black painted nails. First impressions, not the kind of guy Tegan would usually go for but he didn’t seem dangerous.
“What’re you drinking?” he enquired.
“What’re you buying?” Tegan shot back.
The man flagged down the bartender and ordered two vodka tonics, tapping his credit card to pay for them then taking a swig. Tegan took her cup and slammed the drink down, suppressing a grimace at the unusual bitterness of the tonic water then took the man by the long sleeve of his t-shirt and started to drag him to the nearest bathroom. He finished his drink and tossed his empty cup on the bar as he allowed himself to be led. Tegan hesitated momentarily outside the entrance then veered right into the men’s room figuring she’d be less likely to create a stir in there than her new friend would be in the ladies’ room.
The bathroom was huge and crowded and mercifully a lot cleaner than she had feared, with men occupying most of the urinals. She identified a vacant cubicle and pulled the stranger into it, locking the door. Realistically the door was only going to provide them with notional privacy, especially when at least a dozen people saw them walk in here and would be able to guess why, but it was better than nothing. She immediately started groping for the man’s cock through his pants and he started feeling her tits through her mesh top.
Tegan fumbled with his belt to get it unbuckled and pushed his jeans down far enough to free his cock which she began stroking with her hands, feeling it swell. In return the stranger grabbed the hem of her skirt and it rolled up easily. Blindly he felt around as if trying to get his fingers inside her panties, quickly realising she wasn’t wearing any. His fingers slid through her ginger triangle and found her hairless slit, dipping a finger between her lips and frigging her gently. She felt her clit tingle in response and his cock twitch in her hands. Switching to one hand to keep stroking him she unzipped her fanny pack and felt inside it for a condom. She pulled one out and ripped the packet open with her teeth, quickly performing a visual inspection and rolling it down his shaft. As soon as she had him covered she turned around and bent as far as she could in the narrow cubicle, hiking her skirt up over her ass.
“Quick.” She urged him, in case he had any last minute hesitation. She didn’t know if he expected she would actually let him fuck her when she brought him in here, but it was going to happen. Using her fingers to spread herself she felt his tip push against her entrance and she moved her fingers to help guide him inside. His sheathed cock slid into her easily and she realised with some mild embarrassment she must be soaking wet already.
The man took her by the hips and pulled himself into her hard which she punctuated with a surprised gasp of pleasure, bracing her arms against the partition. He took a few slow thrusts to get warmed up then began to build to a steady rhythm. Tegan let out gentle moans each time. Despite spending several hours serving Jackson she hadn’t actually gotten off and it seemed like her body was hungry for an orgasm. She started pushing her hips back at him to meet his thrusts and he moved his hands to cup her small tits, groping at them under her shirt, pinching her nipples through the electrical tape coverings. If she had hoped to come, however, she was disappointed.
After a couple of minutes the man’s breathing became hoarse and he grabbed her by the hips again to pull her to him with one final thrust, burying himself as deep inside as he could with a satisfied grunt as he proceeded to blow his load. He held himself inside, his cock twitching as if with a few spurts, before withdrawing with a groan. Tegan stayed leaning against the wall as she caught her breath then slowly straightened up and pulled her skirt back down to cover herself, turning around as the guy threw the condom into the toilet. He still had his cock out, limp and glossy with his own residue. Under normal circumstances Tegan would already be on her knees to clean it for him but these weren’t normal circumstances. He wiped himself off and some wadded paper went into the toilet as well. There was an awkward pause.
“Uh. Thanks.” The guy said uncertainly, one hand on the door latch.
“Thanks for the drink.” Tegan answered with an air of finality. She didn’t know if he expected something else to happen, if he thought she expected more, like exchanging numbers or something, but as far as she was concerned their encounter was over. Sensing that, he opened the door and left and she locked it behind him when he was gone, to give herself a moment to collect herself. A mock cheer went up from some of the guys who must have hung around after seeing them come in and Tegan felt her face flush with more than just the elevated heartrate of the recently fucked. Now she was going to have to do a walk of shame out of here, and realised that there might be people waiting for her. Maybe that would work to her advantage.
She unzipped the fanny pack to take inventory, wondering what Jackson had meant by “several”. Running her fingers over the ridged edges she counted five unopened condoms, but there were also a few single use sachets of ‘wet stuff’ lubricant, presumably in case she had trouble getting things started. There was also a travel pack of wet wipes, she guessed for cleanup.
So five more. Based on her efforts so far she didn’t think that would be difficult. After feeling she was adequately composed she opened the cubicle door and was greeted with a wolf whistle. Three guys were hanging around to see her emerge and she forced a sly smile as she started to step past them. One burly guy in a sleeveless shirt planted his hand against the wall, his muscular arm blocking her path.
“Hey sweetie.” He drawled, looking down at her.
“Excuse me.” She responded, feinting a movement to indicate she’d like to get past.
“You in a hurry?”
“I need to get back to my friends.” Tegan lied.
“I could be your friend.” He suggested.
Tegan hesitated. Technically she was in a very vulnerable position here, and this guy had sex on his mind knowing full well she’d just been railed in a cubicle and assumed she was easy prey. To be fair, that was accurate – she knew nothing about her first stranger other than he’d been polite enough to offer her a drink. Strictly speaking, if all this guy wanted was to have sex with her that served her purpose and they could likely just go about her business afterward. She had no real reason to say no. But him trapping her like this made her uncomfortable and it occurred to her that this situation could get out of hand quickly.
“I could show you a better time than that little punk.” The man said, cutting across her thoughts.
”Fuck it” Tegan thought.
“Wanna bet?”
“What?” the man asked, taken back by her sudden shift in demeanour.
“I want to get out of here at some point, so I don’t want to draw more of a crowd. You and your friends agree to run interference so I can get back to my friends and I take you into that stall with me. As an added bonus, you do a better job than the last guy, I’ll let them have a turn too.”
“This chick for real?” one of the other guys scoffed.
“You want a piece or not?” Tegan sneered, giving him a side-eye.
“I’ll take that bet.” The first guy smirked, hooking his finger through the ring on her choker and dragging her into the stall. He slammed the door shut and locked them in, pushing Tegan against the wall as he started to grope her chest through her shirt. Tegan let him pin her there, doing nothing but remained unresisting as he felt her up, one hand roaming down and under her skirt where he was likewise surprised to find her bare, damp slit instead of panties.
“Ready to go, huh.” He quipped as he shimmed his long shorts down over his hips and let them fall to the floor, stroking his hardening cock.
Tegan dug into her pack and pulled out a condom.
“No glove no love, big fella.”
“I’m clean.”
“I don’t care.”
“Tch.” The man clicked his tongue impatiently as he took it from her and opened it, rolling the rubber down his shaft while Tegan put the empty wrapper back in her pack as a receipt for later and hiked up her skirt again to expose her lower half. The man picked her up bodily by the hips and she clung to his shoulders as he pressed her against the wall and guided his cock into her slick hole, lowering her onto him until she was full which she indicated with a soft gasp. This guy had a good size to him, but nothing she couldn’t handle.
“Pretty tight.” He grunted as he began to move. Keeping her pressed against the wall with his body as she linked her ankles behind him he thrust into her. He quickly found a rhythm and began to hammer her, and the cubicle was filled with the slapping sound of their bodies mashing together as he gave it all he could. It wasn’t long before Tegan’s soft moans of pleasure escalated and she bit her lip hoping not to draw too much attention. Seeing her struggle to contain herself only encouraged her new partner, finding a new reserve of vigor which he was determined to drill into her hot little hole.
“Oh, fuck.” Tegan moaned as an orgasm hit her, causing her to clamp down on him. She pressed a balled fist to her mouth to stifle the sounds escaping her but her partner was grunting like a wild beast as he pounded her cunt and she continued to ride a wave of pleasure for what seemed like minutes until finally he pushed inside her one last time and the telltale pulsing of his meat inside her told her that he had climaxed as well.
He slid out of her and lowered her to the floor where she leaned against the wall to catch her breath.
“Seems like I held up my end of the bargain.” He quipped as he discarded his used rubber and pulled his pants up. Tegan just nodded dumbly as the man exited the stall and was replaced with his friend. She hadn’t bothered to pull her skirt down so he took a moment to appraise the view.
“Not bad.”
Tegan remained silent, just waiting for him to make a move. He unzippled his fly and pulled his dick out.
“You gonna warm me up with that pretty mouth?”
“That’s not the deal.” She took out another condom as he began to stroke himself with one hand while lightly fingering her with the other. He found her clit between her shaved labia and gently massaged it with a fingertip, apparently this helped him get hard. Once his veiny shaft was curving skywards he plucked the condom from her hand and put it on, handing her the wrapper back for her collection, then got her to turn around with her ass sticking out. He moved into position and eased into her.
“Mmm, what a slut.” He commented as he buried his rod up inside her, his crotch pressed against her ass.
“Flattery will get you everywhere.” Tegan responded breathlessly as he began to move. His style was less jackhammer-y and more a gentle movement where he only withdrew a little, their hips swaying together. His hands roamed up her front and under her shirt where he found the tape covering her nipples, which had started to loosen up due to sweat and the constant groping. The tape fell away and he started playing with her hard nubs.
After the more vigorous efforts of his predecessors this was soothing, pleasant, but not particularly exciting. It seemed his technique was more focused on pleasing him than doing much for her, though she had to admit the extreme curve of his prick was something new to her and she was more than happy to just relax into it as he used her body to get himself off. It wasn’t long before he let out a grunt that signified that he was done. He left without a word and she heard the distinct sound of a high five as he tagged in the last guy.
This man had been silent so far, we was dressed in what Tegan saw as more traditional raver gear. He was also wearing a meshed shirt which showed he had pierced nipples, and had neon paint slashmarks on his arm and neck that she assumed would glow under black lights.
“How’re we doing this?”
“Why don’t you take a seat?” Tegan suggested. She was feeling a bit weak at the knees and wouldn’t mind straddling him. He didn’t seem strong enough to hold her against the wall like his big friend had.
He flushed the discarded condoms and unceremoniously dropped his trousers, taking a seat on the toilet. His cock was mostly hard already, she supposed the anticipation had built up while he listened to her getting fucked by his friends. She palmed a condom from her kit and straddled his thighs, using one hand to stroke him as he leaned back, pulling up her shirt to expose her tits fully and grope her her with one hand, his other hand cradling her ass. When he was sufficiently hard she rolled the condom on and lifted herself into position, easing herself onto him. Truthfully she was already beginning to ache a little after three guys in a row and was hoping he’d be quick. He bowed his head to suck one of her nipples using both hands to knead her ass, beginning to move her hips feeling him move around inside her slippery hole. She let him control her pace with his hands as she rode him and they soon found a pace that worked for the both of them. They fucked silently for awhile, just the sound of their gentle breathing filling the increasingly humid space around them.
“I can’t usually cum with a rubber.” The man said.
“That sucks for you.” Tegan said dismissively.
“Lemme take it off.”
“No.” Tegan pushed down with her hips, trying to silence his complaints with action. No way was she going to let him talk her into going raw.
“I’ll pull out.” He insisted, probably untruthfully.
“I said no.” Tegan protested in a harsh whisper.
“I’ll just jerk off, let me just cum on your tits.”
Tegan hesitated. This was taking awhile, maybe he’d be quicker this way.
“Fine.” She rose up off his lap and knelt on the bathroom floor, holding her top out of the line of fire. “Just be quick.”
The man pulled off his condom and started jerking his cock at her little tits, staring intently at her face as she sullenly glared at him, until he finally tensed up with a groan of relief and shifted a huge load of cum onto her left breast, two spurts splattering against her skin and running down onto her hard nipple.
“Thanks babe.” He grinned as he put his cock away and Tegan pulled out the travel wipes to clean up the mess. He lingered in the cubicle with her so she ignored him as she sat on the toilet to force out some pee before standing to straighten her clothing. She realised that her modesty tape was now on the floor and the adhesive contaminated with grime and resigned herself with a sigh to going nips-out for the rest of the night.
“Ok, let’s go.”
The man opened the cubicle door where the rest of her security detail was waiting. The bathroom had become more crowded but apparently the increasingly intoxicated patrons were more oblivious to what had been going on and while a few knowing stares from the men waiting to use the facilities were thrown her way, no one else accosted her. Once they were back in the open warehouse the burly guy took out his phone and asked for her number. Tegan just rolled her eyes and walked away, trying to wind her way back to where she’d left Jackson.