"You don't watch a lot of anime, do you, Brianna?" Mr. Rice asked me as he held up the costume I was expected to wear for this job.
"No, sir. I mainly just watch shows in the Real Housewives television universe. Not immature kid cartoons like whatever this is from," I said, pointing to the costume. Although I must admit that I was surprised a kids' show would feature a character showing off this much skin.
"I can assure you, Fushidara na Fushidara na Josei Shev is not for kids," Mr. Rice informed me.
"Fush a what? Is that some kind of space language that these nerds came up with?"
"No. It's Japanese. Which is what they speak in Japan. Which is an island nation. On Earth. Please tell me you knew that," he said, looking concerned.
I wasn't making the greatest first impression, which worried me. I took this job because it paid well and only required one day of work. I'm only twenty years old and trying to get through college and earn my degree so I can prove my friends, mom, and high school guidance consular wrong and not end up with a career in porn. All of them think that just because I have large boobs (nearing DD cups), a curvy butt, and plump lips, I will end up fucking people on camera for money. They also say I'm dumb as rocks, but I don't understand how that makes me more qualified to do porn.
This job involves modeling a costume from this... anime and standing next to Mr. Rice's booth for two days of this comic conventional festival thingy. Apparently, this will help him sell more of his pop-culture-themed scented candles. I don't understand how me wearing a stupid costume helps him at all, but I do understand that I won't be sucking dicks while on camera, and that's all that matters to me.
"You are dressed as the main character from the anime Fushidara na Fushidara na Josei Shev. Her name is Roshutsu Shi Ta, and she is fighting to return to her home dimension, which has been taken over by ghost demons from an alternate timeline where her evil twin took over. However, for now, she is stuck on Earth working as a toll booth attendant. Also, she is roommates with seven guys, all of whom have crushes on her," Mr. Rice explained.
I hadn't been paying attention to him since he started talking about that made-up island nation, Jepen, or whatever he called it. I nodded and smiled, which usually got me through most situations. That and a low-cut shirt.
"Now, take the costume and go put it on. The attendees will be arriving in ten minutes." He handed it to me, and I walked to find an empty stall in the lady's room. In the stall, I got my first close look at what I would be wearing for the next two days, and it was ridiculous. The top wasn't really a top but a red bikini. It seemed like it would cover... enough. I'm glad I informed him of my cup size ahead of time so he could size this correctly. The bottom half of the costume consisted of a blue skirt. To say its length would fall above the knees would be a vast understatement. This thing will struggle to keep my panties covered when I'm standing. Any slight bend and I'm flashing all nearby viewers my underwear. The panties that came with the costume were white, meaning they would contrast strongly with the blue skirt, drawing eyes to them whenever they peeked out from beneath the skirt.
I got dressed and collected the clothes I wore to the convention into my backpack. I stepped out of the stall and in front of the mirror to assess the damage. The bikini top showed off a lot more of my tits than I had feared. I couldn't even get the bottom of my boobs fully in. Thus, I was showing off top-boob, side-boob, under-boob, and any other kind of boob a horny nerd could think of. At the very least, the top felt secure on me, and I wasn't going to be accidentally showing any nipples. Top, side, under, or otherwise. I turned around and examined the skirt. The white panties weren't visible as I stood there, but the slightest bend made them pop out from underneath. I would need to be very cautious out in the hall with this.
"That's an awesome Roshutsu Shi Ta costume. Good on you for having the courage to wear it. The fans will love it." Another girl, maybe a few years older than me, made the comment as she adjusted her own costume in front of the mirror.
"I'm not wearing it by choice. It's just a job. I don't care what those losers out there think," I coldly replied.
"A bit of advice. Maybe anime isn't your thing, which is fine. But try to relax and have a positive attitude. If you go out there and give these guys grief for liking what they like, they'll eat you alive. But if you are open and friendly, they'll treat you like a celebrity," she said to me warmly.
But I wasn't having it. "Maybe you are interested in letting these nerds take turns lasting two seconds in your dirty pussy before they cum, but I'm not. This will be the only time this scum will ever see me like this. I'm getting paid to stand around near the booth looking hot, not become a slut for morons like you are planning to. Enjoy degrading yourself for them by choice, cunt." I stormed out of the restroom but looked back to see her giving me a worrying smile.
I felt a bit bad at having exploded at that stranger like that. But I hated that she thought I was doing this for fun, not just for the money. When this was all over, I would need to cool down with a marathon watching of the RHTU, which was my clever name for the Real Housewives television universe. Maybe I'll even finish my fan fiction about the housewives from Orange Country and Salt Lake City teaming up and defeating the evil alliance of the Dallas and Atlanta housewives. All the while, everyone is oblivious to the real threat brewing from the home-based spouses living in Miami...
But my masterpiece would have to wait until this loser convention was completed. I made it back to Mr. Rice's booth, where he looked me over. "Fantastic! You fit in it perfectly. The attendees will be here any minute. You will draw them in, and then the allure of my pop-cultured-themed candles will do the rest. Oh, if anyone asks about how your panties smell, direct them to my 'aroused school-girl panty' smelling candle. Ten percent off if they buy four!" He pulled one of them off the table and had me smell it, filling me with a sense of nostalgia from my days in high school.
It was then that the crowd started pouring in, and the memories of pussy-juice soaked panties left me as I remembered the annoying job ahead of me. Almost instantly, I witnessed an ugly nerd recognize my costume and start pointing me out to their equally ugly nerdy friends. "Check out the Roshutsu Shi Ta cosplay she's wearing. It's from season four after she defeated the ghoul master and got a promotion at her toll booth job," I overheard one of them say.
"You're right! That's what she wore when her seven male roommates all ran into her and accidentally touched her boob."
Soon, some of the less meek losers started approaching me and even dared to talk to me. I thought these types were incapable of talking to a woman that wasn't made of silicone.
"I really like your costume, miss. What do you think Roshutsu Shi Ta meant when she told her boss she needed to leave work an hour early in the last episode? Do you think she will use that time to defeat the succubus her sister sent to Earth or get her driver's license renewed?"
"Do you think it's fair that she be expected to vacuum the floor of the apartment every week, considering her roommates are all unemployed, and she is under constant attack by telekinetic nightmare goblins?"
"Did she wear a thong for her fight against the mecha-gorilla-ghoul because it increased her agility or because she was still under the effect of the impulse ray's effect that made her attracted to apes?"
These idiot's questions were nonsense to my ears. The fact that they even thought a girl like me would want to talk to them was humiliating. Why couldn't they like a realistic show that was about the everyday lives of normal people, like any of the many high-quality Real Housewives shows? If they asked me about an alternative timeline where Cynthia on Real Housewives Atlanta didn't call Carmon a slut twelve times in a row in episode 74, I could speak endlessly about my thoughts on it. But no. they wanted to know about some toll booth whore anime girl.
"I don't know! I don't watch this shitty show! Stop talking to me like any of you would ever have a chance to hook up with me," I blurted out. All of the guys who were enthusiastic to talk with me before went silent, then sulked away.
"Brianna. Get over here, now," Mr. Rice said sternly. Crap. Was I about to get fired for driving everyone away?
