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Nikki looks out to the sea of people as they push their way between the tables. So many of them just happy with their lives and doing what they love doing. She sees the collectibles and the joyful conversations and the heated debates; she used to love doing these things as well. Dressing as her favorite character and meeting those that loved that character just as much as she did, taking pictures and sitting in auditoriums just to listen to creators talk. She loved it…

Now, she wasn’t sure about going out dressed as she was; a short purple dress that barely covered the blue and white striped thong that dug into her freshly waxed cunt. The long blue wig that held tight against her head and pulled on her natural blonde hair. Elbow-length gloves, Knee-high purple stockings and red pumps…well those were at least comfortable. She knew many girls that dressed very revealing in their costumes, but it was their choice; this was not hers. It felt like one bad move and the tight thong would either rip or just get swallowed in between her lips, and neither was the optimal choice.

“What’s the problem?” a male voice growled in her ear.

She gently taps to adjust the Bluetooth receiver in her ear. “Nothing. Where are…?”

“It doesn’t matter where I am,” he says, his voice growing impatient. “You want to get paid or not?”

“I do…” she hesitantly answers.

“Then stop being a little bitch and get out there. Show those fucking losers what they want to see.”

“What if they try to touch me?” Nikki’s voice trembles at the thought. She heard stories of girls being fondled and downright molested at conventions. They talked about how violated they felt and how objectified they had become. Many of those girls retired after going through something like that.

“You let them…”

“But these panties are so thin!” she nearly shrieks. The thought of them touching and groping her made her sick to her stomach. She wasn’t a virgin by any means, but only ever had one partner, and their relationship was rather vanilla. The most “daring” they got was dry humping in the backseat of his car. “If they touch me, they could easily…” she lowers her voice, “put a finger in me!”

“Then. You. Let. Them.” He’s angry now; his breathing becomes sharper and blows through the receiver.

“But…”

“Fine. The deal’s off. Get back to the hotel room and pack your shit; you aren’t getting a dime from me.”

“No, no, no!” she pleads. “Okay, I’m going…I’m going.”

Squaring her shoulders back and standing tall, she forces a smile on her face and steps through the curtain with as much courage as she can muster. At first, no one really notices her, only returning the smile she fronts with. Then some expressions change; smiles turn to disgust while others turn away or cover the eyes of their children. Camera flashes follow her and blind her as she makes her way into the crowd, but it doesn’t shush the purposeful mutterings of those trying to shame her.

“What the hell is she wearing?”

“It’s girls like this that ruin it for everybody.”

“She should not be wearing that.”

“Oh, my God, if I resort to that, kill me.”

Not at all surprised by some of the comments, she wasn’t going to let it get her down. Showing herself off like this was difficult enough, she didn’t need this kind of blow to her self-esteem. Besides, she thought she looked damn good; maintaining her body takes work. The turned-up noses and smug looks are enough to piss her off and she struts through the hall, chest out and swaying her hips, kicking her little skirt up. Her heels clack against the hall floor with every step as she almost skips and bounces through the crowd.

She waves to old friends and stops for a couple of pictures with some convention goers. Everyone seems pretty respectful so far until she starts to get into the denser crowds. A light touch here, a wandering hand there; then a full squeeze of her ass slows her down.

“Don’t turn around,” the static voice whispers in her ear.

She obeys and continues trekking through the hall. Braver hands reach out, grabbing thigh and ass and pulling her dress to make it jump up to reveal more of her ass. Nikki goes hot with embarrassment, not knowing who was touching her and how far the next hand was willing to go. She tries to rush through the crowd, but there are too many people and she’s beginning to panic.

“Calm yourself, sweetheart,” the voice says with a hint of tenderness. “Are you okay? I don’t need you freaking out on the floor.”

“I-I’m fine…” She takes a deep breath in and slowly breathes out through her mouth. “They’re getting bolder.”

“Yeah,” the male voice laughs. “Slow down; stay in the thick of it. They won’t dare do anything if they can’t hide in the crowd.”

Nikki hesitates a moment, but turns back into the thickest part of the crowd. She visits some tables to take her mind off it, but it doesn’t help. The people push and slide against her as they make their way through, but she can’t feel any deliberate touching.

“There’s someone coming up to you…” She picks her head up, but the voice tells her not to turn around. “Let him follow you for a bit, I’m curious to see how far he’ll go…and tempt him. Make him want to risk it.”

With her heart pounding in her chest, Nikki slowly moves to another table, intentionally swaying her hips further than necessary with every step. She stops at another table, shifting her weight from one leg to another, pushing her ass out more as a target. She finally bends over to scavenge vintage comics under one of the tables when a hand unmistakably cups her ass and slides across to her thinly protected cunt.

She lets out a small squeal, but doesn’t move or protest. The hand remains stationary for a moment, perhaps testing his luck. When she doesn’t fight him off, he begins to slide a finger against her, pushing the thin material into her. Her hands grip the weathered cardboard as the feeling of excitement and shame battle in her stomach. Her arms tremble as she tries to continue digging through the box, but the strange finger behind her distracts her too much.

“Push back against his hand,” crackles the voice. “Let him know you enjoy it.”

Nikki does as she’s told, and the stranger’s finger pushes the thin panties into her. She closes her eyes as she lets out a shaky breath, feeling him get bolder in his exploration.

She begins to get lost in the moment when the male voice shocks her back to reality. “Don’t enjoy it too much. Stand up and pull away from him.” Her back arches as she stands, casually walking to another table. “Turn to him and bite your lip.” A flick of her hand pushes the blue hair out of her eyes where she sees a young man standing in awe of her.

He grips tightly to his bags of free merchandise, holding it in front of him to hide the obvious erection he’s now sporting. His chest rises and falls quickly, stretching his well-worn Deadpool shirt over his unfit body. His unkempt beard of wiry hair highlights his round face and screams how much of a creep he really is for even attempting to do something like this…but then she realizes how much of freak she is herself for allowing herself to be put into this position in the first place.

She bites her lip, looking him up and down.

“Have him follow you behind booths, there’s a spot there where you can suck him off.” Nikki hesitates for a moment.

She never thought she would actually have to perform for him, but feeling as turned on as she is, she quietly submits to the order. “Yes, sir,” she mutters.

“That’s a good girl…” he hums.

Nikki motions with her head to the young man and she walks away. She finds the spot between the booths and slides in between. Her stomach churns with anticipation, wanting to feel his cock down her throat, but at the same time, she’s mortified as to how low she’s come. She doesn’t get much time to think as the portly young man hobbles into the secret setting, warily looking around to see if this is some elaborate prank.

“Reassure him. Kiss him, then improvise before you get on your knees for him.”

A small step towards him and Nikki realizes just how much taller she is than him. Perhaps it’s the heels that give her the advantage; not that it matters, she just thinks it strange. She leans down and kisses him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He feels warm and a bit sweaty. No doubt he’s been here for the better part of the day. He takes heavy breaths pushing the hot air through his nose, struggling to breathe.

His hands excitedly roam her body, touching any piece of skin that’s exposed, pressing his stout body against hers and desperately tugging at the hem of her dress.

She grabs hold of his hand and slowly pulls away from him. “Calm down…” she purrs into his ear. “You need to give me mine before I give you yours.”

He stares blankly at her, not really knowing what to do next.

“Like this,” she smiles as she lowers his hand under her dress. She guides his large fingers to the wetspot on her panties. “You did this to me.” He swallows hard and seems close to hyperventilating, but Nikki runs her hand across his jaw and through his hair, keeping him calm. “Touch me…” she moans.

The stranger pushes her panties to the side and presses on her clit. Nikki shudders and leans against him. He rubs it quickly, back and forth, pushing her clit around.

“Not so rough,” she winces. “You’re not playing a game.”

“S-sorry…” the young man breathes.

“Here,” she instructs. “Follow my lead.” She places her hand over his and slightly pulls him away. Her index finger guides his, circling her clit. “Softly…” He keeps pace with her breathing as she leans against him, enjoying the touch.

“Now slide a finger inside of me.” His large finger easily pushes inside of her and she catches a moan in her throat. “Yeah…like that…” She pulls his hand towards her, eagerly wanting his finger deeper inside of her. She bucks her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against his palm as his finger fucks her.

“Another…” she moans. He dips another finger into her dripping cunt making her legs shake. She holds onto him, worried her legs would give out. “Oh, God…fuck…” She grinds herself harder against his hand. He wraps his other arm around her to help keep her balance.

“Fuck!” Nikki moans, burying her face into the young man’s neck. She cums hard into his palm, soaking it and her thighs. Her pussy clenches around his fingers and spasms for a moment until she releases her death grip.

“Fuck, I love the way you look when you cum,” chirps the voice in her ear, who has been relatively quiet. “Now get on your knees for him.”

The young man slowly pulls his fingers out of her, enjoying the look on her face as he rubs his hand along her sensitive clit. She kisses him one last time before dropping down in front of him. Hurriedly, she unbuckles his belt and undoes the button, pulling his cargo shorts down. His smaller than average cock twitches with anticipation. It’s already oozing pre-cum from the tip, leaving a trail from his boxers.

“Someone’s a little excited,” Nikki giggles.

She breathes in deeply, not believing she’s about to give a complete stranger a blowjob, but doing it in the middle of a convention where they could easily be caught. With eyes closed, she leans in and takes the fat stub into her mouth. The young man moans as his hands run through her blue wig.

“Oh, God…” he mumbles. “Th-that feels so good.”

Nikki works her mouth all the way up and down his shaft easily. Her tongue rubs the bottom side of his head and she places her hands on either side of his hips, pulling him forward with every bob of her head.

Pretty soon, he’s bucking his hips on his own, trying desperately to get as deep into Nikki’s mouth as he can. His hands go from gently caressing her wig to pulling fistfuls of it with every thrust.

“I think he might blow soon,” chuckles the voice.

Right on cue, she feels his legs tense and he smashes her face against his groin, quickly filling it up with the thick, warm fluid. It hits the back of her throat and she gags, but he won’t let her pull away. More cum than she can handle continues to fill her mouth spurt after spurt. Reluctantly, she swallows the thick cream and is finally able to pull herself away.

“Holy shit…” the young man mumbles. “You’re good.”

Nikki licks her lips and stands to meet him. She leans in and kisses him deeply, ramming her tongue into his mouth. Her earpiece fills with laughter as she pulls away.

“That was fun,” she smiles before skipping back out into the crowd leaving the stocky man in shock with the taste of his own cum in his mouth.

“Oh, you are a naughty girl. That look on his face was priceless.”

“So, what next,” Nikki asks feeling more liberated than ever before.

“There’s a screening of some new anime in Hall H, why don’t we go see if you can find a fuck buddy…”

“Oh,” she responds hesitantly. This was a step further than what she had thought. “I-I guess we can do that…”

“Don’t go shy on me now, sweetheart. We still got two more days of this.”

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