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pat on her rump, he crawled away from the girl.
    He spotted Alice. She was several yards away, on her back, her heels embedded in the rump of a fat man, pressing him down deeper. As Dukane crawled toward her, a hand darted from behind and gripped his erection. Lowering his head, he looked between his legs.
    A chill swept up his spine.
    Lying on her back, one hand clutching him, was Laveda. She licked her lips. Her eyes looked dull and glazed.
    Maybe she’s too far gone, Dukane thought, to realize I don’t belong.
    He started to crawl backward as Laveda pulled him.
    There are thirty others here, he told himself. At least thirty. She couldn’t know them all on sight.
    Could she?
    No. The New Orleans group was only one of a hundred. She had followers all over the country. Several thousand. New members all the time. She couldn’t possibly keep track.
    Her face appeared between his legs. Lifting her head, she sucked him into her mouth. He felt her tight lips, her pressing tongue, the edges of her teeth.
    If she knows, Dukane thought, she’ll bite. Or ram that dagger…
    But she didn’t. Her mouth held him tightly, sucking.
    At least she can’t see my face, he thought.
    And then he was lost in the growing ache of need. Images flashed through his mind of Laveda writhing in the firelight, her skin glossy, her firm breasts tipped with rigid nipples.
    Her hands spread his buttocks. She pushed a finger in, and he burst with release. She sucked hard as he pumped inside the tight wetness of her mouth. After he was done, she continued to tug at him for a few moments.
    Then her head lowered. Her eyes were shut. She licked her lips.
    Dukane crawled forward. Looking back, he saw her curl onto her side and reach out for the foot of a nearby girl. The girl, astraddle an older man, freed herself from his embraces and scurried toward Laveda.
    He looked for Alice, and found her in the same place, still gasping under the fat man. He hurried to them. The fat man was grunting and pumping, his rump shaking like Jell-O.
    Dukane pinched his carotid artery, felt him go rigid for a moment, then limp. He rolled the man off Alice, and took his place.
    She smiled languidly. Her hands stroked his back. Her heels caressed his rump. She was hot and slick beneath him. She shivered as Dukane gnawed the side of her neck.
    He pushed himself to his hands and knees. Alice clung to his neck, at first, when he started to crawl forward. Then her grip loosened. She fell to the ground and he kept crawling. Her hands trailed down his belly as he passed over her. They fondled his penis.
    Dukane lowered his head to look at her. “Ride me,” he said.
    Alice made a husky laugh. Then she rolled overand climbed onto Dukane. She straddled him, thighs hugging his hips, breasts against his back, arms wrapping his chest. “Giddyap,” she whispered.
    He crawled past several squirming piles of bodies. Once, Alice reached out to squeeze a looming breast and fell from Dukane’s back. She quickly remounted.
    Dukane continued forward.
    “My turn,” Alice whispered in his ear.
    “Huh?”
    “You ride me.”
    Dukane dropped to his elbows. She slid forward. Dukane climbed onto her back, but kept his feet on the ground for support. With one hand, he gripped her hair. He raised her head and pointed her toward the bushes. With his other hand, he slapped her rump. She whinnied and started to move.
    Dukane walked, keeping most of his weight off her back while he guided her away from the group. At the edge of the clearing, she halted. She began to chew the leaves of a nearby bush.
    Hunching low, Dukane pressed himself to her back. His right arm reached under her and caressed a breast. His left hand pinched her carotid. She started to collapse. He threw her over and they rolled together under the sheltering bushes.
    For a long time, Dukane lay motionless on top of the girl. He watched the crowd.
    Apparently, the disappearing act had drawn no attention.
    He climbed off Alice. Staying