(With Jessica Nigri and Meagan Orzel)
Author's Note: This erotic fiction is created solely for sexual arousal purposes. All events herein are fictitious and the author has no relation, sexual or otherwise, with any of the subjects of this story. Only intended to be read by persons 18 and older.
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Meagan kicked off her shoes and exchanged them for comfortable flip flops as she walked into the lobby of the large Marriott hotel. It was just across the street from the convention center. She was lugging a large bag behind her that had both of the cosplays she had used throughout the day. But her feet were killing her, and she needed to rest. Meagan rested on a seat in the lobby, pulling out her phone and staring at it.
She felt a small tap on her shoulder, and lifted her head from her phone long enough to notice the blonde beauty above her.
"Hey girl," she said in her slightly higher voice than usual. Meagan smiled at her. Jessica was a guest at the same convention as her, and they had been friends for years. Jessica's dirty blonde hair had fallen down to her shoulders, as she was wearing a purple tank top and black shorts. Meagan could also make out a black bra easily visible from underneath her tank top. Meagan herself had dressed down. The convention hall was very hot, and making it out of the heavy costume allowed her to dress down to a white t-shirt with a laced Victoria's Secret bra underneath. She was also wearing purple athletic shorts, comfortable ones that hugged her tiny curves with a matching purple thong on underneath.
"So how was the last day of the Con?" asked Jessica as she held her garment bag behind her back.
"Too long, also too many perverts." Meagan laughed to herself as she stood up. "Plus my feet are really screwing me over."
Jessica laughed as she grabbed Meagan's bag. "I'm gonna take these up to our room, first drinks are on me. Meet me in the bar in five." Jessica walked away and Meagan walked toward the bar. There were several men there, all ogling her tiny frame. Meagan adjusted her shirt making sure her small breasts were not visible. It was almost enough to want to go with women, she was tired of every day fighting off advances from the guys.
Meagan sat at the bar, ordered herself a nice martini as one guy walked forward. This man, fairly decent height, was in a navy business suit as he sat on the stool next to her. She rolled her eyes slightly as she started sipping her drink. The cold liquid soothed her throat as she instantly felt better. She rested her feet on the bar of the stool and leaned forward. The man stared at her like he wanted to start a conversation, his short brown hair resting against his scalp, but was unable to get the words out. Meagan kept drinking, feeling the alcohol getting to her as Jessica returned, ordering her cocktails and paying the tab in advance.
"Megs, we're gonna get fucked up tonight. You know this right?" said Jessica as she started drinking her drinks. Meagan finished hers and the bartender immediately brought her another. As she finished the second one she could already start to feel herself get tipsy. The man looked at them both.
"I'm...I'm Jason," he said as he straightened his tie nervously. Jessica just began laughing hysterically as she pointed at him, the drinks already starting to take their toll.
"Jess...don't make a scene." Meagan started as she finished her second drink. Jessica pointed to the bartender and he brought another drink.
"I meant what I said, we're gonna get fucked up...and I bet this little boy thinks he's gonna get fucked as well." began Jessica as she stood up. "You think you can actually stand both of us?" Jessica smirked as she gently glided her hand down Meagan's silky blonde hair.
Jason gulped, expecting Jessica to probably make fun of him, or tell him off in a rude manner.
"But you know what?" began Jessica, reaching down and grabbing Jason's tie. "It's your lucky fucking day, because I want to fuck tonight, I'm already getting drunk, and you happen to be here. Megs, let's go." Jessica took control and picked Jason off his stool.