Kira arrives at the neon rave painted in fake clothes—thin neon straps over bare tits, illusory thong framing her dripping cunt. Ecstasy hits, paint fails, strangers grope, security fingers, gloryholes choke her throat, crowds surf her leaking holes, tents double-penetrate and golden-shower her branded body. By dawn she's a cum-flooded, piss-soaked, sharpie-slurred festival fuckpig, holes gaping, still begging for more ruin.
Destiny had lived in Valley City for over ten years now. When Hannah, a new weather girl, was hired, she took her under her wings to teach her how things work in Valley City. It was a shock to move here for any new girl. For Destiny, it was just the way it was.