<strong>Tagged:</strong>Alex, Aurora, Dane, Joy (All Briefly)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rusty Mullet, Racing Course<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The next few moments passed in a twisted blur of horror and orgasmic rapture. Wiggy was still in the throes of ecstasy as she felt Alex plunge back in, allowing her to feel each and every swell as his manhood continued to eject its hot, sticky, contents. With each pulse, the once-shy tech could feel her chest tighten in fear, and yet all she managed was a needy moan as her treacherous body did all it could to wring Alex of every spare drop. The only thing Wiggy wanted to do at that moment was to pull away, and yet she barely had enough strength to push past the waves of pleasure rippling through her body, never mind wrench herself free from her lover’s iron grip.<br/><br/>When the blissful haze finally began to ebb, the world seemed to shut off to Wiggy. She had felt a last few touches by Alex but beyond this, all she could think of was the possible consequences, something which HE seemed incapable of doing. After a shaky rise, she grabbed onto the edge of the counter for support, giving her free hand the chance to play timidly across her belly. She could almost sense the seed inside her, threatening her with the possibility of bearing new life. It was enough to leave her feeling faint, to the point that she barely registered as two strangers approached.<br/><br/>Wiggy could feel their hands as they began to roughly grope her, too far gone to care. She stumbled as they positioned her between themselves, her brow furrowed more in heavy thought than concern. She didn’t even flinch when the sounds of lowering zips filled the air, followed by the touch of a member pressing teasingly between her cheeks while the other did the same against her quim. It was only when she felt a slight dribble down her leg - a last reminder from Alex - that she finally snapped. Her eyes suddenly flared with rage as she screamed inwardly, “That stupid fuck!”<br/><br/>As the world snapped alive around her, the first thing Wiggy felt was a hot breath against her neck, prompting her to throw her head back in a precise strike. She was rewarded with a delightful crunch and howl of pain as the man behind her stumbled backwards, gripping his nose. This left the stranger in front which Wiggy swiftly grabbed by the shirt before ramming her knee between his legs. With a groan the man collapsed, giving the infuriated technician time to escape.<br/><br/>The next few moments passed in a blur, literally, as Wiggy fell to her hands and knees to find her stuff. She simply couldn’t see anything beyond a few feet without her glasses, a thought that might have been scary if not for the overwhelming anger she currently felt. After a brief time of useless searching, the flustered technician changed tactics and improvised by grabbing a few discarded clothes from some of the “busy” couples nearby. She eventually left the bar wearing a white pleated miniskirt, a pink tank-top, and a pair of black go-go boots. Thankfully the top didn’t show any belly but on the downside the miniskirt felt like she was wearing a men’s tie around her waist. To top it off, she had been too squeamish to “borrow” the panties along with the rest of the ensemble.<br/><br/>Wiggy continued to fret the rest of the way home, muttering to herself angrily even as she hitched a ride back to the truck. On the bright side, the day hadn’t ended on a complete sour note. Alex would be doing his interview and Wiggy had at least a little fun. Still, while this might have helped her assuage her fury a little, it didn’t do anything for the growing knot in her chest over the prospect of pregnancy. As her ride stopped, she hopped out with only a half-hearted “thanks” before making her way to the truck.<br/><br/>Wiggy soon caught sight of two blurry figures. The one was easily recognizable by a pair of bright, green, bikini bottoms. The other however was a complete mystery to the technician. All she could tell of the stranger was that he would likely dwarf most people she knew. It was enough to make her hesitate but not enough to completely stop her. While the idea of waiting for the giant to pass was tempting, Wiggy was just too tired to be cautious. She needed a shower, a fresh pair of clothes, another pair of glasses and something to do. If she was lucky, Joy would let her tinker with Rex for a bit.<br/><br/>She barely slowed as she passed the two, offering little more than a slight turn of the head and a polite smile as she greeted them. “Hi Fire, new frien-?” Wiggy’s sentence cut short and her eyes visibly widened as the close proximity allowed a better glimpse of the mountain her friend was escorting; he wasn’t just tall, he was built like a rock, chiselled from foot to shoulder. With just a little anxiety, she quickly faced forward again before continuing her march into the garage. And with that, she disappeared into the truck, moving so swiftly that she easily missed Avalon as she cut straight through the garage and went towards her room.<br/><br/>Wiggy knew it had been rude and she hoped it wasn’t anyone important but her briefly found courage could only last so long when faced with someone as big as Dane.