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“We’re bringing in good money,” Blake said, placing his hand on the other leg. “All of us are either at the mine or in the barracks. Lot of hazard pay.”

“You’ll never have to lift a finger,” Rhett said as the guy at my feet slipped off one shoe and began pushing hard with his thumbs into the sole of my feet.

I fought to hold back a groan, but one of the others noticed and started massaging the other foot.

Blake jerked his head at one of the guys standing by the door, and I watched him stalk around to the back of my couch, his hands slipping under the neckline of my blouse when he arrived, fingers digging into my shoulders.

For a few selfish moments, I let myself go with it.

I could feel the hands on my feet forcing the muscles to become soft and supple, those on my thighs creeping higher and higher.

For a moment, I knew I could meet a need I’d never really acknowledged before, the need for more.

My last real relationship was with Trevor Noakes, a guy I’d been to school with.

He’d been a few years ahead of me and then left to help his dad run the local car yard.

He was a nice looking guy, nothing on these blokes, but he had a full head of dark hair and a twinkle in his eye that made it look like he was always having a good time.

We had an active sex life, he gave a shit about my pleasure, but…

We’d be lying there, both having come hard, revelling in the afterglow, and a sneaky little voice at the back of my mind asked for more.

My cunt would be wet and swollen, my clit still throbbing, and if I had more touches, more licks, more dicks pushing into me, I could keep this pleasure train going and going…

I never said anything, frightened at what he might say and feeling like the most selfish bitch in town.

Plenty of my girlfriends bemoaned their self-centred boyfriend’s lack of technique in the sack.

I was one of the lucky ones but… This was that opportunity, I realised as I let my eyes close.

I would never get to the end with these guys, never want for more.

I’d have a string of fingers and lips and dicks to keep wringing the ecstasy from me, until I just couldn’t anymore.

Another set of hands took up their place on my shoulders, the fingers digging now into my collar bone and moving lower…

“Tell you what,” I gasped out. “You tell me what happens on the full moon, and I’m happy to give the lot of you a test drive.

” My eyes flicked open, and I smiled when I felt the hands still all over my body.

Those many eyes that had been burning into me with smouldering gazes now looked wide eyed and worried.

“Babe,” Macca said, not moving his hand from the top of my thigh as he came closer, “we want you to have whatever you need…”

“Then give me answers.”

He stopped and placed his forehead on my shoulder, “We do that and we’re gone, exiled, never to come back. We don’t have family out in the country to go to. Beyond the Sanctuary, there’s nothing for us.”

I snorted at this and pushed their hands off me, only semi-regretfully. “You guys are young, good-looking, fit. You could easily get a job stripping at the very least, but seriously, if you’re working in the mines there’s plenty of work in that industry going all over the country.”

Blake shook his head sadly, “It’s always going to be the Sanctuary for us. We were all born and raised here, and this is where we’ll live all of our lives.”

“But if you went to town, you’d have no problems finding women, believe me. The way you guys look, you’d have women throwing themselves at you. Better looking, richer.”

“We don’t want other women,” Macca said, moving so his lips rested against my neck.

“We want you,” Blake said, mirroring Macca’s actions.

“And I want answers,” I said as I got to my feet.

I picked up my shoes and then stepped free of the insta-harem.

“I have no idea what happens on the full moon. Does it happen to me? Do you guys all go bug nuts and rampage around the countryside? Is there an epic surprise party, and you’re all just really committed to making sure I don’t know about it?

Seriously, this place has me tripping balls as it is, seven hot guys begging to fulfil my every whim, but I need to know what’s going on.

I’ve never even had a threesome before, and I’m prepared to go in that room and do whatever you like, for answers. That’s what I need, answers.”

“Fuck,” Blake cursed, adjusting himself from what was apparently an uncomfortable angle. He looked meaningfully at Macca who just shook his head.

“Where would we go? There’s no Mackenzie’s left in the county, not that remember this side of the family,” Macca said. He looked around at the other guys, and they all appeared similarly despondent.

“There’s also no promise of anything beyond this one fuck,” Rhett said, taking my place between Blake and Macca.

“We’d lose our jobs, all of our savings, our homes, our families.

We’d lose everything for one taste of pussy.

I’m sure it’s just dandy and you are a spitfire in the sack, but that’s not enough to turn my back on all I’ve ever known.

Honey, I get you want to know what’s going on, but you’re looking at this all the wrong way.

You could spend the next two weeks on the company’s dime, exploring every sexual position and scenario you’ve ever thought might make your pussy twitch, and no one will be concerned. ”

“And the thing that makes us nuts is on some level, you want this,” Macca said. “Your nipples are just about burrowing through your shirt, and I reckon your cunt would be wet enough to drown me if I could get my head between your naked thighs.”

I rolled my eyes, “Seriously? That’s your rationale for fucking you and your mates and going unquestionably to meet my unknown fate?

That I am horny? I’m always horny, have been since I got here, which is weird.

” I thought about it for a moment, I wasn’t usually this turned on, even back at high school and full of hormones.

“That’s nothing special. Ever since I came here, I feel like I’m a cat in heat. ”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.

Every guy in the room froze, then Macca came over and dropped to his knees, burying his nose into my stomach.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I cried but he held me close in an iron grip, taking several long sniffs, lower and lower.

“Fuck off!” I said, and shoved him away.

He got to his feet and turned to the others, shaking his head.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re not a dog! You want to sniff my butt next?”

“What’s going on?” Brandon said, arriving at the front door.

“This dickhead sniffed me!”

Brandon looked at Macca with a disbelieving expression, “You can’t have gone that long…

If she was, we would all know, so keep your nose to yourself.

So, Julie, you get anywhere with these guys?

No? You wanna come with me?” I nodded. “Catch ya next Saturday, fellas,” he said, waiting for me to walk out and then letting the sliding door slam shut behind us.

“You OK?” Brandon asked as I got back into the car. Bud had gone with apparently, keen to keep finding new smells to sniff. That said a lot about Brandon’s character, that my dog was prepared to leave me and go with him.

“I…don’t know.”

“Look, don’t worry too much, if you can. I know it stresses you out, not knowing, but if my word’s worth anything, I can tell you it will be OK. What’s coming? I’ve never seen it hurt or harm anyone, emotionally, physically or spiritually, if that helps.”

“It’s not a big orgy, is it?”

He laughed at that. “No, not unless you want it to be. If that’s what worrying you, I can say it’s not in any way sexual.”

“Strangely, that’s both a relief and a disappointment.”

“Jules, you gotta let that patriarchal bullshit holding you down go, love.”

“Really, that’s your response? Feminist theory?”

“Think about it,” he said. “You have two different types of people in a heterosexual relationship. One of them is big and strong and muscly, and capable of one orgasm before needing half an hour or so before he can go again. The other is often soft and curvy and sweet.”

“Yeah, I get the idea.”

“And can, but not always, have orgasm, after orgasm, after orgasm, if that’s what she wants.

Why would the big muscly one use all of his power, verbal, political, social, whatever, to demonise the women who want to exploit that delightful biological quirk to its fullest?

She’s a slut, a whore, she has a mental illness, she shouldn’t be able to keep custody of her kids, or get a job unless it’s on her back.

It’s fear, love, that the all consuming hole that provokes so much pleasure in him is not wholly satisfied by him. He is not enough.”

“You’ve been reading some Freud at the library, haven’t you?”

“But seriously, I don’t know how you can’t see it.

Men have used their control over women for so long, you girls keep perpetuating it without any interference from them.

Wives don’t want to lose their husbands, so they toe the line.

They raise their daughters to toe the line so they’ll have a chance of marrying, to have their own daughters and perpetuate the cycle.

It’s mothers who perform female circumcision on their daughters, not fathers. ”

“Really, you don’t think that’s a bit of a jump from my reluctance to fuck those seven guys back there?”

“Fuck them, don’t fuck them, doesn’t worry me.

Have sex with no one here, if you like. That’s the point, if you like .

The attention you are getting right now is largely because you’re ambivalent.

You’re into it sometimes, and not others.

Guys don’t know whether to approach you or not, whether you want it or not.

Because there’s so few women here, they’ll keep asking, just in case you say yes. ”

“I have said yes, twice.”

“And everyone knows that, which of course, means hope springs eternal. If you seriously don’t want what anyone’s got to offer, say no a bunch of times and people will stop asking, I promise.

But if the only thing holding you back there was inherited sexual repression…

well, you should imagine that you are on some kind of exotic tropical island, where the culture is very different to your own, where it’s expected that you will operate using a new set of sexual mores. ”

“Are you hoping to talk yourself into my bed? Is that it? Did Slade say he talked me around, and you thought to try the same?” I said, looking at him through narrowed eyes.

He laughed. “Nope. Can’t say I’d be sad for the chance but…

” This earned me a long look, and when his eyes went back to the road, he reached down and adjusted his dick to what was apparently a more comfortable angle.

“There’s a lot of guys rushing to get into your pants.

Me, I’d like us to be friends. Your hot, hot, very willing friend, if you decide to choose me.

But if you don’t, still a good friend.” I laughed at that.

"As your friend, I’m just saying, don’t let a bunch of dead, old guys stop you from having fun.

You have power here, a lot of it, don’t be afraid to use it. ”

“With great power comes great responsibility.”

“Spiderman?”

“The French Revolution, I think.”

“Well, whatever. Just treat the people you are with respectfully, and you should be fine.”