Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 107

Jackson Takes His Slave Out For A Night.

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.