Join the ritual as the Green Man, Harvest Mother, and Wild Girl

"If Lindsay and you are good, sweetie-pie," you tell Mary, "then we'll all join in. And I'm sure you'll bring your special magic. But is Roxana here matching us up with other folks like actors in a pageant?"

Mary's eyes are sparkling. "Oh, perhaps. honeybear," she says. "I figure I'll just say my lines and all the rest will go okay. You see we're all gonna get little ear things to tell us what to say at the right time."

Mary shows you the crown of woven wheatstraw from the Harvest Mother costume. It has a pair of cordless headphones discreetly worked into the design.

Your wife holds up her wrists, showing a pair of broad bands of stretchy mesh, with a thick coin shape on the inside of each wrist. "And these kind of pulse along to help keep the beat."

Lindsay also has a pair of the wristbands on already. She's tapping a toe to a beat you can't hear. Roxana is wrapping up Lindsay's lush curly locks with a brightly colored cloth. She puts a pair of the headphones over the hair wrap and keeps wrapping. Lindsay nods when Roxana checks the sound level.

"That's a big ten-four, reading you loud and clear," Lindsay tells the silk-wrapped mistress of the pageant. She turns her head a little and gives you a wink. Well, she does know you're a trucker, but you're no CB chatterbox. She looks excited. Flattered. You give her a thumbs-up and a wink in return.

Jimmy pulls you off to the side to get you fitted for your Green Man outfit, a leafy headdress and half-mask up top with little headphones, plus the same wristbands as Mary and Lindsay, and a leafy apron up front. The backside is a little breezy - mostly air, really - but it goes with the territory at a party like this. And then some cloth slippers, about as little as you figure works for outdoors at night, even if it's all over tarps and groundcloths outside the tent. Your clothes and shoes go in a bag. The wristbands start beating along with your pulse.

"Not hearing anything," you tell Jimmy. "But the bands are thumping."

"Roxana will set you up," Jimmy says. "You feeling cold?"

"Little bit," you say.

"Okay, one swallow," he says. He proffered an open flask. It has a peculiar herbal medicine taste, but it goes down warm and you feel your cheeks and ears starting to glow.

"Thank you kindly," you tell Jimmy. "Now, where's..."

A swishing of silks and the night takes shape in front of you in the form of Roxana.

"Sound check," she says. "Listen to the phones, tell me what you hear."

"A flute. On the left. Now on the right. Now drums, same beat as the wristbands. Oh, now they're a little off, a little syncopated?"

"All right. Now listen, and repeat, as closely as you can."

I AM THE GREEN MAN, THE OAK KING. vibrates in your ears. You repeat it, low and resonant.

"Good. Are you dizzy or thirsty!" she asks.

"Just a touch."

"Drink up," she says, raising a goblet in both hands. You wrap your hands around hers and drink deeply of the cool, sweet water. "Jimmy will show you where to wait until it's time to go into the tent. If you feel restless that's fine, you can pace or dance, whatever feels right."

You nod. You hear laughter around the corner. Women. Lindsay and Mary and maybe Lyla. The tent wall billows and the roof quivers. A steady drumbeat starts in your headphones. There's a tingling feeling on the back of your tongue. Everything feels a little distant except for the drumbeat, the pulse of your wristbands, and the cool night breeze. There are trees and candles and campers around, and you know you're in the group circle at Lyla's RV park with Mary and Lindsay, but it's all vague and dreamlike. You stand where Jimmy points you to, shuffling your feet to the rhythm of the drums and flutes in your headphones. One of your wristbands thumps harder, and you shuffle round that direction, slowly turning in place. Then the other wristband thumps, and you turn the other direction.

There's a low chanting from inside the tent, and the sounds of rhythmic clapping and stomping. The party is starting but all you want to do is dance out here and vibe, like your daughters would say. "Vibe." Your voice is echo-y and wavery as you hear it. "Vibe-b-b-b-bbbe."

There's a low hoot from inside the tent and some jumbled up voices. Then a little cheer and that good old familiar slap-slap-slap of skin on skin with quick little grunts in time. Lyla's getting her welcome fuck. You expect it's Lyla. Then a low groan, a giggle. More applause. A cheer. A hoot. A wavering "oo-woo-woo-woo-hoo!" Some voices. Clearer, like poetry, or saying their lines.

Then quiet.

A drumbeat in your ears. Attention.

Jimmy taps your shoulder and points toward the tent flap.

Inside is warm and heady with incense and sweat and the smell of sex. A circle of pulsing fairy lights traces the top of the tent wall. The tent flap falls closed behind you.

"I AM THE GREEN MAN, THE OAK KING," you recite, following the lines in your headphones. You hear and say other lines. Lights sparkle and dazzle you. Another man rises to face you. Greg as The Hunter. His dick is wet and dripping, drooping at half staff like he just shot a load.

Then you're wrestling with him, upright, and to your surprise, he gives way and falls down. You plant a cloth slipper on his belly and make some speech, whatever comes in your ears goes out your mouth. Your dick was half-hard after the wrestling, and it goes all the way hard with your victory speech. The Hunter quivers under your foot. His dick stiffens up too.

Then the drumbeat comes back and you hear the voices of the women in that wavery oo-woo-woo-woo-hoo again.

And then you're dancing round and round the tent and the women are chasing you or maybe you're chasing them and one of them grabs at your apron and your dick stands hard and free in the glimmering circle of lights, and there's a collective gasp.

"Oh my God!" a woman says aloud. Another says, "Mine!" Another says,"I saw it first!" They crowd forward inside the tent, reaching for you.

"Wait a minute!" Roxana says. Suddenly things have gone off script.

But the three gals bowl you over, paying the Chief Orgy-nizer no mind.

You have 1 XP, +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, OMG, and Submissive (Mary)

Roll +CONTROL (+0) (+1 Control, +1 Forward, -2 three girls) using the Character Move OMG: 3, Miss.

Well, things certainly went sideways fast.