I must have blacked out for a long time or otherwise been kept unconscious, because I didn’t wake up on the Medea. I wasn’t even in space when I woke up, at least not physically. I tried opening my eyes, but before they were even able to form a picture to send back to my brain, it hurt so bad that I just closed them again. I didn’t feel like I was floating or anywhere comfortable – my back was resting against something cold and metallic that came to a rough edge a couple inches off the ground, my left shoulder set against a brick wall.

Unable to even use my senses to figure out something about the world around me, I instead fell back to trying to figure out what had happened. I remembered feeling the most amazing sense of ecstasy in my whole life, and an overwhelming sense of belonging – that kind of feeling a pet must get when its owner praises it for performing the right command, offering it a treat in return. Of course, that likely wasn’t far from what actually happened, except instead of rolling over or fetching, I remembered lashing at someone’s folds with my tongue, and instead of a small biscuit, I was rewarded with something that tasted so incredible that it made me cum.

I couldn’t tell you how long that went on – I couldn’t even be sure what had actually happened and what was just ZX7 playing games with me. I did vaguely recall thinking a dog had found me and spoken to me, something about going to Mars. Having that kind of a memory made me second-guess just about anything else I thought of leading up to my current situation.

It was raining. I finally pieced that together as a dull thudding throbbing in my ears clarified into sharp pitter-patter of droplets on cloth over my head. That was when I first realized that even my clothing was different than what I remembered being in. I was wearing a sweatshirt that was obviously too big for me – big, bulky, and black, with its hood pulled up and hanging halfway down my face. The sleeves extended beyond my fingertips, sort of wrapping myself up in it. The rain was sputtering off it as it echoed quietly off the nearby pavement, pinging the metallic thing next to me now and then. I had jeans on, as well, ripped at the knees and soaked through to my skin. They barely fit, but for a belt that was pulled all the way to its last hole around my waist. I had a ratty old pair of sneakers on, and the right one was missing its laces.

As I lifted my head up a little, then let it fall back again, I was rewarded with a resounding “bong” noise from what I was leaning against. It finally occurred to me that I had probably been dumped in an alley somewhere and I was leaning against a dumpster. I started to feel frustrated that I had gone from being onboard a ship, getting my brains fucked out in more than one way, about to escape and deliver vital information to the authorities on Earth, to being left somewhere by myself in the gutter wearing clothes that were clearly not mine.

I suddenly remembered the disc James had given me. I slipped my hand past the sleeve of my sweatshirt and into my pocket, finding nothing. I tried the other pockets, and found no data disc. What I did find was a single plastic card with a magnetic strip on the back. The front was a solid red color, and had the words, “Bank of Mars” printed on it. I tilted my head back a little bit, squinting against the rain. Sure enough, I didn’t see any open sky, I saw the outline of a dome behind the wall of sprinkling water. It was one of the habitation domes of Mars, so I wasn’t even on the planet I wanted to be on.

Not that great deals of effort hadn’t been gone to in order to make the planet seem “more like home” to people who had come from Earth. Originally, the idea was to build the bubbles as temporary homes while Mars was terraformed. Politics being what they were, however, the project was abandoned, and Mars became like another country instead of an outlying colony. It was barely policed, just enough that you couldn’t quite call it an anarchy. There were multiple domes all over the surface, cities in their own rights.

Of course, I had stayed in the dome that housed the facility I was birthed at for most of my life. I had educated myself as much as possible about both Earth and Mars when I had the time, but being dumped in alleyway and being rained on was my first official welcome to the real life of a citizen.

I didn’t think much of it, to be honest.

My muscles still ached, so I closed my eyes again and tried to reorganize myself. So my last memories on the ship were untrustworthy at best – what about the ones before that? I had no idea where James or Jenny were, or even what had happened to them. Jerry had been shut down, and the last person I had any real contact with was some woman who put me in a world of pain before putting me in a world of drugs. Someone who had been looking for James, for that matter, though for reasons I was never informed of.

And that was about it. I suddenly felt my whole body go cold, and I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, shivering under my sweatshirt. I think the sensation was more the sudden realization of how alone and without purpose I was than physical temperature. How long had I been unconscious? Who changed my clothes, took the data disc, and dumped me where I was? More importantly, why?

My stomach decided it had the best solution to the situation when it growled up at me, as if it were telling me, “Food greater than information. Go eat!”

I finally managed to pick myself up, a sopping wet mess of a person, with clothes looking like they were about to fall off my body from the weight of the water. I was in a lot of pain and a lot of confusion, but I decided hunger was something I could grasp onto, something tangible I could just focus on and a problem I could solve. One thing at a time, I told myself.

Not a lot of attention was paid to where I was going. I frankly just kind of stumbled my way out onto the sidewalk, my hood hanging so far down that I wasn’t even looking where I was going. I looked left, then right, and didn’t see anything that didn’t look like residential housing. I decided I would just go until I bumped into someone I could get directions to a kitchen from.

It didn’t take very long. As I staggered one foot in front of the other towards a corner, I heard a voice coming from that direction. “Hey, you.”

I didn’t even look up, I just kept stumbling towards it. I tried to ask for help, but my throat was dry and hoarse, I couldn’t make out anything more than a quiet, but shrill whine.

“Hey, girl, are you alright?”

I started to reach up, and tripped over myself, falling on my face on the sidewalk. A pool of water quickly formed under my mouth and I just spit into it, breathing out of the side of my lips. I suddenly felt a pair of hands grip me under my armpits and haul me up to my feet before taking a hold of my shoulders. “You high or somethin’?”

Trying to speak again, I still couldn’t get much out. I tried patting my stomach a few times, then pointing to my mouth.

“Uh…?” It was a male voice, and it didn’t sound very official or authoritative. If anything, he sounded unsure of what to do with me. “Hungry? You’re hungry?”

I weakly nodded.

“Oh, shit, uh… Let’s see…” He let a hand leave my shoulder for a moment, as if to scratch his head or something in thought. “You got money on ya’ or somethin’, or are you homeless?”

Licking my lips for a moment, I reached into my pocket and produced the bank card.

“Alright, alright, ya’ got some plastic, thas’ cool…” He sort of slurred a lot of his syllables together – not like he was drunk or anything, he just didn’t seem very worried about enunciating. “Is there any money on it?”

I hadn’t even considered that idea. I just shrugged slightly, wishing he would hurry up and just take me somewhere that I could get food.

“You better jus’ come with me.”

We walked for what seemed like forever, and I couldn’t stand very well for most of it, so I just leaned against him for the most part. He seemed unsure of how to react, though eventually he slung an arm around my shoulder.

Eventually, I found myself sitting in a booth, across a table from him, with my arms crossed on the tabletop and my head buried in them. I was starting to feel fuzzy and my thought process wasn’t remaining very coherent. All I could think about was how hungry I was.

Some words were exchanged between the guy I was with and what I assumed to be a waiter, and then we were left in awkward silence. It didn’t really hit me how quiet it was until a little bit later.

He leaned in slightly. “So, uh… Ya’ got a name, girl?”

I mumbled into my sleeves.

“Well, it’s, uh… Nice to meet you, mmrffmf. I’m Seth.”

It’s not that I wanted to be impolite, I just really didn’t care at that point. I felt completely unable to function without some kind of food in me. I guess he finally understood that idea, because he just kind of went quiet for the rest of the time before food arrived.

As soon as the plates hit the table, I sat myself back up, grabbed a knife and fork next to me and started chowing down. I’m not even entirely sure what it was I ate – I had no time for appreciating the presentation or really considering what my meal was made up of. I was just happy to get something in my stomach.

Most welcome with the meal was a glass of water which I hurriedly gulped down, choking a little bit as it went down my throat before I was quite ready. As I sputtered a little bit into the cup, the guy across from me finally said, “Hey, girl, slow down, you gon’ kill yourself, shit.”

I coughed a couple times, setting the cup back down on the table before taking a slow, deep breath. As I let it out, I sat back from the table. As I glanced from side to side, I suddenly realized nobody else was in the restaurant. It was just me and this guy. Immediately I felt like something was wrong, and I started to stand up.

“Hey, whoa whoa, sit back down, girl, you haven’t even told me your name or said thank you yet. Thas’ pretty fuckin’ rude, ya’ know?”

I didn’t really have a good argument for that. He did feed me, after all. I slumped back down into my seat, lifting my hood a little bit to look at him. He had shaggy blonde hair that hung about his head and face, like he rolled out of bed and decided it looked good that way. A goatee was growing off his chin, and his clothes didn’t exactly look in much better condition than mine. They weren’t torn or quite as obviously too-large as mine were, but they certainly didn’t paint him as a man of great stature. He just looked like some young guy who made a style out of being unwashed – not filthy, but not put-together.

I sighed softly, letting my hood fall back in place. “… Thanks.” I cleared my throat as I said it, picking my cup of water back up and finishing it off.

“There you go. So, you got a name? I mean, I’m coverin’ a meal for you an’ all.”

I licked my lips slowly. “… Tilana.”

“Well, you look like ya’ had a hell of a night, Tilana.” He leaned in closer. “So you on somethin’?”

I blinked slowly, letting my arms rest in my lap. “On something?”

Seth glanced over his shoulder. “Yeah, you know… Somethin’ to make ya’ feel good?”

I let out a slow breath, then reached up and found the collar still wrapped around my neck. I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant, but I had a good guess. “Zee… ZX7, uh… I was on it…”

His eyes went wide and he suddenly bounced in his spot a little. “No fuckin’ shit, you were on that shit?!” He patted the table rapidly with his palms. “Oh, shit, girl, ain’t nobody who even fuckin’ heard of that shit around here, it’s like me and like… Three other dudes, man, thas’ it! And you’re fuckin’ on it, oh man, no fuckin’ way, thas’ killer!”

Shaking my head slowly, I tilted it to the side some. “You’ve, um… Heard of it?”

He gave a crazy little laugh, nodding enthusiastically. “Fuuuuck yeah, I have, you kiddin’ me? Hey, girl…” He leaned back in, lowering his voice and smiling. “You want some right now?”

I stared at him in disbelief. “You… Have ZX7?!”

Seth quickly shushed me. “Hey, shh, shut the fuck up, don’t talk so loud, damn!” He looked around for a moment, then nodded at me. “Yeah, I got some, real premium shit, ya’ know?” He reached into his pocket and produced a small pill with a little Z on it. I was immediately taken back to James warning me about the half-pill Jerry gave me.

“I don’t… I don’t think I should…”

Putting it back in his pocket, Seth laughed again. “Yeah, this shit’s fuckin’ killer, rough time to come down and go right back up, ya’ know?” He leaned back. “Hey, don’t worry too much about no one knowing you do it, ya’ know? The guy workin’ here right now is a customer of mine, said it was cool if we came in a little after hours if he could cop a little extra on his next purchase free of charge, ya’ know what I mean?”

I just shook my head some. “Yeah, I guess so.” I decided I had solved one problem and found something to eat. Now I needed to figure out what the next problem was and how I was going to solve it. “So, um, Seth… I, uh…”

He interrupted me, “Hey, don’t worry, girl, this late at night, I know you ain’t out on the street unless you need somewhere to stay, ya’ know? You can come kick around my place for a bit, for sure.”

I blinked for a moment, then just nodded, accepting the offer without much resistance. “… Thanks.”

I had my hands folded in the front pouch on my sweatshirt, my head down, watching my feet as if they were walking of their own accord as they occasionally scraped against the sidewalk. “So… Seth.”

“Wassup?”

I cocked my head to one side slightly. “Do you always invite people to stay in your home that you picked up off the street?” I kind of felt like a stray animal that had happened upon him as soon as I asked the question. In a way, I realized, I was.

“Not all the time, jus’ here and there, ya’ know? Sucks somethin’ fierce to be out of your mind on somethin’ and wake up not knowin’ where you are or what the fuck you jus’ did, ya’ know?” He laughed some, like it was a pretty common occurrence for him.

I gave a little shrug. “It’s only happened to me twice, to be honest.”

He nudged me with his arm. “No shit, girl, you sure? Mos’ people don’t crash so hard they wake up nowhere with nothin’ on their second time out, ya’ know?” There was a long pause between us before he said off-handedly, “So you got a job?”

Almost instinctively, I was about to tell him about my work aboard the Medea, but bit my tongue as my lips opened. I closed my mouth, giving it some thought. “… No. Not anymore.”

“Well, you’re in luck, girl, jus’ so happens that my company is hiring.”

To be honest, this didn’t look like the sort of person who held down a job for very long in one spot. “… What’s your company?”

“Self-Employment Enterprises.” He laughed a little bit at his joke. “Naw, I’m jus’ fuckin’ witchu, ya’ know? I hire out business partners to sell product for me.”

I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant. “But what’s your product?”

He nudged me again. “You know… product. Candy, medicine, the good stuff.”

I turned my head, the hood falling over half my face as I studied him with one eye for a moment. “You mean like ZX7?”

Seth reached out and shoved me lightly, causing me to stumble a little bit. “Girl, you need to learn the lingo and stop sayin’ that shit out loud. You gon’ get me in trouble.”

Looking around, I let my gaze drift back to his face. “With who?”

He shrugged. “I ‘unno. People who might be listenin’, ya’ know? Gotta’ figure there’s always some pig hanging around every corner with a microphone waitin’ to jump out and cuff you for some stupid little bullshit. Just part of the business, ya’ know?”

To be honest, I didn’t fully understand what he was talking about, but I got what he was getting at. “So you want me to sell… Product for you?”

Nudging me again, he nodded. “Yeah, you catchin’ on, now.”

“What do I get in return?”

He laughed. “Same pay as everybody else. Sales based on commission, girl.”

I shook my head slowly. “What?”

Rolling his eyes, Seth patted me on my shoulder as he slung his arm around me. “You be a good employee, ya’ know? Cops ain’t gon’ figure someone like you to be workin’ for someone like me.” He licked his lips. “You get a cut of whatever you sell.”

I stopped, staring after him for a second. He took a couple extra steps before pausing as well, looking back at me. “What? I say somethin’ funny?”

“I don’t…” I shook my head again. “I just need a place to sleep, food to eat, and time to…” I stopped for a second. What did I need time for? What was I supposed to do with myself now? I had never actually had the freedom of picking what to do with my days. “Well, time to think things over, I guess.”

He reached out and lifted at my hood slightly, looking me in my eyes. “What you need is a change of clothes, girl.” He let the hood fall back in place. “But if you willin’ to work for room and board, you can stay with me for a bit.” Seth walked backwards a few steps. “Now hurry up, we gon’ get you changed for the club.”

I blinked. “What?”

“Come on, if you gon’ work for me, you gotta’ meet the clientele, ya’ know? Ain’t nobody ‘round here gon’ buy shit from someone they don’t know, so you gotta’ be seen with me a few times. Might as well get started, ya’ know?”

I didn’t quite realize what he meant by getting me changed for the club. We stopped at some apartment complex that he said wasn’t his, at someone else’s place. I barely met the woman who lived there, but she gave me some of her clothes – from what I gathered in the conversation the two of them had, she was getting some kind of a deal on her “next purchase” in exchange for helping his “new associate” out.

The outfit was certainly nothing I was accustomed to. I didn’t really get a chance to check myself out in the mirror, but I’m sure I wouldn’t have recognized myself if I had. Some leather platformed boots carried my feet, which hid the lower part of fishnet stockings that ran up my legs, disappearing beneath a day-glo green mini-skirt. The top was a corset of varying red and black, the red also a trashy day-glo hue. Another fish-net half-shirt that ran from the top of my stomach to just below my shoulders adorned me, and for some reason I had a pair of fake cat ears mounted atop my head. A couple of plastic sticks that were a dull orange color hung from clips attached to my skirt, and swung a little bit when I walked.

I looked bizarre, at least in my eyes. I was glad that Seth managed to find a long coat for me to wear in the rain while we walked to the club. I never saw a single vehicle as we walked, it seemed like the dome was small enough as to house almost entirely residential complexes. Apparently everything was considered within “walking distance” to Seth, so I awkwardly hiked my way across the sidewalks in the platforms I had been given. Seth kept assuring me the outfit would help me blend in with the crowd.

Blending in was the last thing I expected to. Maybe asked to fuck some guy for money, but even then, the guy would have to be on something that I think Seth was trying to sell. That train of thought made me wonder if he actually planned to whore me out for the night. Maybe I wasn’t going to be selling drugs for him, the “product” I was selling would be my body.

That sounded really horrible, I could only help that wasn’t what Seth had meant – but, then, he had left it sort of ambiguous.

The line of thought kept me occupied until we got to the club. The building looked like a warehouse of some sort, and there were no lines of people to get in or anything. In fact, it just looked like a basic, square, brick building with a few double-doors around the ground floor. The only thing to hint it was anything else was the pulsing bass that pounded on the doors, threatening to blow them open.

As we got to one of the doors, Seth turned to me. “Alright, pretty basic plan here for you – just stick near me and be friendly. I’ll do all the work, I just want people to get familiar with your face and associate it with me.” He grabbed the sticks attached to my skirt and bent them some, as they gave off a cracking sound and suddenly started to glow brightly. “Have fun, of course.” He winked, before pushing open the door and leading me inside.

The instant we stepped into the building, I was almost deafened by the music. It bounced off the walls with such intensity that it felt like it was shaking my body. It was driving and it was repetitive, like it was something you were supposed to dance to forever. There was almost no variation for long periods of time.

However, the room was packed with people swaying and bouncing in time to the beat. People who, oddly enough, did in fact look like me. Skimpy outfits combined with colors and materials that glowed brightly under abnormal light which was cascaded down from the ceiling. It almost looked like a bunch of shadows wearing magic clothing moving to the never-ending, pounding bass. Here and there, flashes of sticks like the ones hanging off my skirt would twirl and dip in strange patterns, leaving brief trails of light as they danced around.

I quickly removed my coat as the humidity from so many tightly-packed bodies struck me. It was like everyone’s breath had condensed into a fog of heat that settled over the room. Seth took the coat from me and draped it over one of his arms, leaving me feeling very exposed in my near lack of an outfit, but at the same time, making me feel like I belonged to the crowd somehow. No one looked at me like I was out of place, I was just part of the dancing orgy now.

Seth started pushing through the crowd, and I decided it probably be a bad idea to fall behind, so I just tried to squeeze my way through to follow him. He seemed to be very focused on where he was going, but I couldn’t see anything in the room except for people. I didn’t see any tables or anything – if they were there, they were hidden under the sea of shadows and opaquely glowing colors.

Curves from bodies grinded against me as I passed, roaming hands occasionally brushing against my shoulders, my arms, my stomach. I kept pulling away some before I’d realize it was just someone dancing, oblivious to their surroundings, accidentally touching me as I pushed past. No one really seemed to mind what felt like being groped by a hundred people at once. As I looked off to one side, it even looked like there was a girl being pressed up against the wall, her legs wrapped around the waist of a shadow wearing a bright blue vest, the two of them pumping in unison to the music-

“Tilana!”

I barely even heard my name, even though Seth was standing only a few inches from my face to yell it. I looked over my shoulder to him, noting a couple girls standing next to him, smiling expectantly. He motioned between them and me. “Tilana!” I realized it was just a simple kind of introduction. The girls just waved at me before looking back to Seth. Some quick hand movements occurred and the two disappeared back into the crowd. Seth took my hand and guided me through the crowd a little further.

It seemed like now and then, some face would suddenly spot Seth out of the mass and glide through everybody to him. He would show me off like I was a new pet – the stray he had collected and redressed to look more appropriate for the occasion – before making some kind of quick transaction. Then, the person would disappear back into the crowd, like anything that didn’t involve dealing with Seth meant being a part of the collective.

This kept up for awhile, until at one point, Seth simply yelled in my ear, “I’ll be right back!” I wanted to say something to him before he left, but he deftly maneuvered his way through a throng of shadows and vanished from sight.

I was left in the middle of the crowd, still bumping and grinding to what sounded like the same song that had been playing since Seth and I had arrived. I guess it was different, but all the music that had been playing sounded alike to me, I could barely tell when one song ended and another began.

It wasn’t too long before I just felt too awkward standing there to not do something about it, so I just started swaying my body in time with the rhythm like everyone else was doing. It was kind of fun watching the glowing sticks hanging off me swing back and forth as my hips bumped from side to side. Even my outfit suddenly seemed a little more fun to be wearing, as I started twining my arms around in the air. I had suddenly become part of the mass of people, just another shadow in the mix.

This was most apparent once someone started dancing with me. I didn’t even notice it really happen, I was just kind of suddenly arcing and occasionally rubbing against someone else. I had no idea who it was or what they looked like, it just suddenly felt good to have another body to writhe around with.

I even started to move around a bit, seeking out other people to make contact with. Someone reached out and slid their hand down my shoulder and arm, and I turned towards them. They had their back up against my body, and started to grind against me, so I just settled my arms against theirs and moved back against them in time with the music. It felt amazing, to have no real knowledge of who I was with, but to not feel worried about it, either. No one was there to hurt each other, I just somehow knew that without having to discover anything about anyone.

I was still surprised, however, when someone with a very sensual touch cupped my cheeks in their palms and pressed their body in against me, locking their lips with mine. I just closed my eyes and pressed back into it, feeling it to be a good idea to part my lips, which they gladly welcomed, letting their tongue glide into my mouth and dance across my palette for a moment. Our tongues danced together much in the same way our bodies were swaying back and forth to the beat. As they did, I suddenly felt like something was passed to my mouth, but it was something so small I wasn’t even sure of myself. It must have just been my imagination, but no sooner did the kiss end than I was already bumping up against someone else.

My skin felt slick with sweat, and I was more gliding along the people next to me than anything else. I started to twirl my arms and hands in the air again, closing my eyes as I just got lost in the music. When I opened my eyes again, I suddenly felt like all the brightly glowing colors in the midst of all the writhing shadows had become amazingly more vivid. They were fascinating, they were no longer clothes mounted on shadows, they were a separate entity from the crowd. It was like I was watching one image superimposed over another – one of shadows, one of glowing, dancing colors.

Anything of the same brightness stood out on its own level, like a picture with several layers. Even clothing with the same hue seemed to stand out in groups, like I was just piecing together patterns out of the moving picture that surrounded me. I suddenly felt like I wanted to seek out other colors, and I found myself more attracted to people wearing bright blues and purples.

I wanted to entwine myself with these new colors, and I quickly found myself dancing much more erotically with any partners I came into contact with. I was now letting others slip their bare thighs between my legs as I grinded down against them, audibly moaning, though it was no doubt drowned out to anyone around me by the pulsing music.

And the music filled my whole being. I felt like the music was clearer, crisper than it had been, like somehow I could just listen to it as if it was the sharpest sound I had ever heard. I felt so much more connected with the music, starting to associate it with particular colors. The blues were the bass, the reds were the repeating rhythm, the yellows and oranges were a particular electronic instrument. I felt like I was representing a piece of the music, and it charged me with energy that I let out by almost making love to the people around me.

I took hold of someone’s hips and arched my back, pressing myself hard against them. They arched back into me, and let a palm slide down my shoulders, over my breast, finding their way around to the small of my back, pulling me against them more. My head swam in the music and in the sensations – everything felt so heightened, so much stronger. Like everything I touched was warm and fuzzy, and everyone I came into contact with showed me the same love that I showed them.

And I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. Not that I did – I was so overwhelmed by newfound ability to sense things so strongly, I wanted it to last forever. Time felt like it slowed down, like every single movement was very carefully planned as I continued to writhe and entwine myself with my new partner. My hands quickly roamed her body, discovering all her curves and skin – her skin felt incredible, like something altogether velvety and silky at the same time. It felt sensual, it felt erotic. I wanted my hand to lose itself in her skin the same way my mind was losing itself in the music and my body was losing itself to all the other sensations.

Somehow I found myself being shoved up against a wall, hungry lips finding their way to my neck and suckling at my skin. I let my head rest back against the wall, any thought of resisting what was happening to me long gone. I had completely forgotten what I was doing there, but decided it must have something to do with this absolute Goddess tasting my body as if it were some long-awaited treat. That was what she seemed to me, a Goddess, someone I could worship for the way she touched me, the way she made me feel.

Everywhere she touched, I felt heat and lust start to build in me. I gripped her hair tightly, pulling her head back some as I leaned in and pressed a deep kiss to her lips. It felt orgasmic, the way her soft flesh tingled and teased me. I started to kiss all along her neck, letting my teeth brush over her skin, which elicited a moan of approval from my newfound Goddess.

Both our hands started to roam and explore each other, strangers to each other, but touching with the familiarity of long-time lovers, as if we both knew where the most sensitive and desirable spots were on each others’ body. I felt so incredible, it didn’t matter where she touched me. A kiss above my breasts, a finger stroking my stomach, a hand palming the nape of my neck, her thigh rubbing against mine, everything felt like the most explosive sense of pleasure I had ever experienced.

I just kept losing myself more and more, becoming an instrument of lust and love for my partner. I knew she must have felt the same way, the way the two of us desperately touched and kissed. Somewhere her hand had found its way under my skirt and into my panties, her finger rubbing up against my waiting clit.

I gripped her shoulders tightly, digging my nails in against her skin, leaning my head forward and biting her neck to keep from screaming out. She let her finger circle around my clit before finding its way deeper inside me, rubbing the perfect trail from the most incredible spot I didn’t even realize I had back to my clit, running the path over and over.

It took almost no time for her efforts to bring me to a thrusting climax, my hips gyrating against her hand as I breathed out quick gasps of orgasmic pleasure, holding onto her tightly. I gushed love for her out of myself, holding on almost for dear life, feeling like the moment would never end.

Of course, as soon as I felt that way, it did. She was suddenly pulled back against someone else for whom she immediately began rubbing up and down against, and I was left against the wall, my panties soaked and my body covered in sweat. I couldn’t even see straight, the world had become a blur to me. I was only vaguely aware of Seth’s voice next to me at one point, saying, “Come on, girl, you look like you’ve made enough friends for one night.”