The black tents on the hill were a whole different world.

Heavy bass thumped from inside. Red and purple lights leaked through the seams. Two big security guys stood at the entrance, but when my dreadlocked guide flashed a wristband and pointed at me, they just smirked and let us through.

Inside it was darker. Hotter. Bodies moved everywhere. Some fucking openly on couches and low platforms. The air smelled like weed, sweat, and sex.

At least twenty people turned to look when I walked in completely naked, cum still streaking my thighs and face.

Dreads leaned close to my ear. “They like new girls who don’t hold back.”

“Good,”...