Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 111

48 Hours.

Tegan continues to explore opportunities at the rave.

She found Jackson dancing with another woman 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. The woman, dressed in a fishnet shirt over a white bra, looked Tegan up and down, seemingly amused by her dishevelled state.

“How’d you go?” 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 beat her at. At this point she felt like kneeling on a public bathroom floor letting a complete stranger cum on her tits was about her lowest point, so if Jackson wanted to test the limits of her depravity she was going to show him what he was capable 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 dances, deciding to vent some energy by putting on some moves while gradually migrating across the floor. She caught a few glances from guys, she guessed likely because her nipples were clearly visible 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 bars to grab a thankfully complimentary bottle of water and kept moving until found herself in a relatively quiet corner of the warehouse behind the DJ booth, behind a bank of speakers. At first she took it for a kind of chill-out space where people who had gone too hard could get some reprieve from the pumping music, and there were certainly a couple of exhausted 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 smoke, 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 discourage her any further. He was muscular with a shaved head and a neat black goatee but he wasn’t displaying a security license. Tegan’s estimation pivoted to roadie rather than security.

“I’m not rolling or anything, I just wanted a bit of space. 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 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 water bottle, making a show of adjusting her hair, tightening up her slightly dishevelled pigtails. The movement of her shoulders made her chest 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 broad dismissal indicating the inconvenience, how many times 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 moment then shrugged.

“Alright.”

Tegan lifted up the hem of her skirt 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 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 casual conversation.

“Sort of. We’ve got jack shit to do until we start tearing down in the morning.”

Feeling like she’d hit a conversational dead end Tegan turned slightly to look out at the crowd while she took a moment 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 free time, and she had two condoms left in the slut kit 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 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 couple hours. Gotta hang around here and keep an eye on the gear, though.”

“Wanna fuck?” Tegan asked, trying to sound as casual as she had asking for a cigarette. No sense beating around the bush.

The guys exchanged a glance.

“You high?” The shaved head guy asked.