The crowd near the late-night stage was thicker. Sweaty bodies pressed together under pulsing purple lights. I walked through them like I owned the place, cum still dripping down my inner thighs, paint almost completely gone now except for streaks across my tits and stomach.

Eight guys this time. I found them posted up by a food truck, loud and drunk on cheap festival beer.

I didn’t even hesitate.

“Hey. All of you.” I stepped right into their circle, naked and leaking. “I’ve already taken six loads tonight. I want eight more. Right now.”

A tall guy with dreads laughed like it was a joke. “The fuck did you just...