The MacGregor by Jenny Brigalow Page A

awkward moment, he was forced to admit that he was sprung.
    He slipped out of his witless hiding place and moved out into the damp meadow. ‘Hi!’ he said. After all, they were the ones trespassing, not him.
    Nancy and Lydia looked at him and then at each other. Lydia smiled. ‘Hello Sean, we’ve been expecting you.’
    Sean was lost for words. Which in itself must have been a first. How did they know his name, and how could they possibly be expecting him?
    Nancy ran her eyes over him. ‘Better get naked, Sean.’
    Sean glared at her. Like hell. ‘What for?’
    Lydia moved barefoot across the damp ground, her nightgown clinging to her admirable breasts. ‘Sean, we must worship the Goddess. We three must become one.’
    Sean stared at her stupidly. ‘Sorry?’ He swung around to find Nancy behind him, her blue eyes wide with mischief.
    â€˜An orgy, Sean!’ she whispered. ‘We are going to have an orgy.’
    Sean stepped back in shock. Holy crap. They were going to rape him.

Chapter 19
    Inside, the music seemed to be a tangible living thing. It filled Megan’s mind and pumped through her blood. She was in a huge arched space. Like the tunnel but three times wider and twice as high. It was lit by old-fashioned gas flames arrayed around the walls. Shadows boxed and danced around her like March hares.
    A large metal stage filled the centre of the old railway yard. On its grey surface a myriad of dancers swayed and stamped. A band played manically at one end. Around the perimeter of the cavern were a number of old shipping containers, either singular or welded in higgledy-piggledy towers. The air was smoky and strongly scented with alcohol and hormones.
    Douglas tapped her on the shoulder and Megan followed him to a single container with a wolf’s head painted on its faded green surface. The door was pinned back. Megan stepped inside and looked around, curious. The place was jam-packed with leather-clad men and women. Megan was stunned. The majority were her own kind! She’d never imagined there were so many living close by. It awed her, but scared her too. Did they not realise how dangerous it was to collect in such numbers?
    Douglas pushed his way to the bar, a great slab of concrete resting on old steel girders, and looked at her enquiringly.
    â€˜Whisky, please,’ she said, mainly because it was the only drink she knew.
    The barman nodded and poured a couple of shots. Douglas handed her one. Megan thanked him, but felt uncomfortable as he handed over a wad of cash. For the first time in her life she felt a desire for money. A commodity she’d never needed before. As she followed Douglas across the wood shaving strewn floor, she wondered how she could acquire some.
    They sat down on a squashy old sofa that threatened to swallow them whole. She took a sip and looked around. Everyone else was deep in conversation, but she noticed several pairs of eyes checking them out.
    Finally, a handsome blond man broke away from his pack and came over. Megan was mesmerised. He might be pure human but he was gorgeous! Dressed in tight black leather pants and a leather vest his glorious physique was displayed with little left to the imagination. Indeed, Megan had to struggle to keep her eyes off his bulging crotch. Perhaps she was turning into a sex maniac.
    Her level of excitement rocketed to ten on the Richter scale as he smiled lazily, showing perfect teeth and wicked blue eyes. His golden hair was held back in a perfect ponytail which emphasised his hawk-like nose and the arrogant jut of his chin.
    â€˜May I?’ he asked politely.
    Megan managed to nod, but to her surprise noticed that Douglas seemed uncomfortable. For a moment she wondered if she were wrong about Douglas. Maybe he did fancy her, after all.
    The man settled down on the seat opposite and observed them both with unrepentant directness. But then he leaned forward a little and his eyes seemed