Evening had come swiftly and the residual heat of the day was still hanging in the air as the nerd game tournament began. A hall in the seaside hotel resort of Nova Luna had been hired out for the evening, and was currently filled with flickering TVs and gaming stations. An exotic variety of nerdy young men loitered about, laughing and arguing as they set up for the tournament of the popular fighting game "Street Kombat 4".
The stakes were high. This was a prized tournament on the competitive gaming circuit and first prize came with a winner takes all $10,000 cash prize. The competitor nerds all wanted to win badly. But none more so than the trio of Greg, Howard and Lyle. For them, first place came with a far more valuable prize; sex with the busty brunette babe Carol. Even better, Carol had agreed to attend the tournament dressed as none other than gaming icon and super babe Lara Croft. After some peer pressure, she had even reluctantly agreed to keep the outfit on for whoever got to claim her at the end of the night.
Of course, Carol was hoping none of the nerdy trio they were currently having to share a room with would win her. The terms of her deal had a useful escape clause; she didn't have to sleep with any of them if none of them won. If some random stranger at the tournament came first, Carol was off the hook.
Right now however, she was standing in an elevator on its way down to the tournament hall with her friends Katie and Amber, adjusting herself in the mirror in her improvised Lara Croft outfit.
"I look ridiculous!" complained Carol. "I can't believe I have to go through this."
"You look hot, babe," said Amber.
Carol had to admit, she did look incredibly sexy, if in a crude obvious way that tended to appeal to guys and their unsubtle fantasies. She was sporting a sexy tan from her afternoon of lying in the sun. And after the girls had rummaged through all their clothes, they had collectively put together something pretty closely resembling the Lara Croft outfit; a snug pale green tank top that highlighted Carol's fantastic rack and showed off a generous hint of cleavage, worn over a smaller white singlet underneath; brown mini shorts that hugged her perky ass and displayed her long smooth legs; hiking combat boots for the sexy adventure look; and finally Carol's brown hair had been tied up into a foxy ponytail.
Carol the studious college girl had been transformed into a hot teenage Lara Croft. The tournament wouldn't know what hit it.
The other two girls had also both changed from their earlier outdoors-wear from the afternoon. Katie was sporting a casual look, wearing a pastel blue racing-back top over a strappy black tank top that gave a lovely hint of her cleavage, and a pair of grey ass-hugging jeans. Her hair was tied back in a spunky ponytail.
Amber's look was, typical of her style, more trendy (though in the context of their current environment, more out of place). She was wearing a sleeveless, red plunging cowl neck top that scooped down to her midriff to reveal a riveting display of tanned skin and a busty cleavage with no bra. Her long legs were poured into a shimmering pair of black leather trousers.
"Amber's right," Katie told Carol. "Every guy in that room is going to want to get into your pants. Or shorts rather!"
"That's what I'm afraid of," grumbled Carol. "Why couldn't it be a room full of hot firemen or something?"
"Just pretend they are hot firemen or doctors or whatever and strut your stuff," said Amber.
Carol turned to face her friends. "Are you sure you guys are happy to hang around with me for this? We were all supposed to be having fun at the hotel beach bar, not catering to lusty nerd fantasies!"
Katie laughed, "Don't worry! We'll go tease all the nerds on offer. It'll be fun! Three hot girls and one of them dressed as Tomb Raider-"
"Lara Croft," Carol corrected her.
"That's what I said," said Katie, "anyway, they won't know what hit them!"
"Yeah Carol, messing with a bunch of guys using our sex appeal is totally our thing," said Amber, "and especially Katie's thing."
"Hey!" complained Katie.
"We may even have some fun," winked Amber.
"That's gross, but thank you for doing this with me! Both of you!" said Carol.
The elevator hit the tournament hall floor and the doors slid open.
"Alright girls, time to do this thing!" said Katie.
They strutted out of the elevator and into a sizeable crowd of about fifty or so gaming nerd guys. Most were young, but there were many who looked quite a bit older. The room smelled of sweat and energy drinks. There were rows of desks set up with TV stations and gaming consoles, and many of the guys were already playing on them, with clusters of other nerds bunched up around the different stations watching. A big projector screen was displaying one of the games being played, and there was even a desk in the corner where a panel of nerds were commentating, like a sports show, apparently live-streaming the tournament to the globe.
"Wow, there's just this whole new dimension of nerdy that I never knew existed," said Katie, her eyebrows raised. "It takes my breath away, it really does."
"This is nothing, you should see Comic-con," said Carol.
"Good thing we have our own resident nerd to guide us through this brave new world!" laughed Katie, elbowing Carol playfully.
"Oh, shut up," said Carol, before turning to see Amber staring blankly forward looking shell-shocked. "Hey, are you alright, Amber?"
"I've never in my life seen so much horrible fashion all at once," croaked Amber.
As if to punctuate her point, an overweight man with a faded T-shirt that rode up over his exposed hairy belly shuffled past.
"Oh yeah, Lara Croft!" hooted the man gleefully as he caught sight of Carol.
Amber looked pale at the sight of this man, but seemed to be doing her best to accommodate to her new and confronting environment, given she was a fashion diva.
"So it begins," Katie intoned in a deep, ominous voice, before cracking up into laughter.
"No backing out now, girls, you're with me until the bitter end tonight," said Carol, steel in her voice.
Before the girls had any chance to disagree and turn tails to run, their room compatriots - Greg, Howard and Lyle - appeared, cheerful and confident that this night with Carol would be theirs.
Greg, not terribly tall and slightly pudgy, was dressed in a tacky Hawaiian shirt and shorts. His pale skin and messy sandy hair made him look like a really lame tourist, which the girls supposed, he probably was given the circumstances.
Howard, a very large young black man sported a casual but more stylish dress code with a pair of baggy jeans and a black hoodie with red markings on one side with a branding the girls didn't recognise. Unlike Greg, his outfit actually looked decently stylish, and it didn't hurt that Howard was sexy in a 'big bear' kind of way.
"What's N7?" Amber asked Howard, as she peered at the logo on his hoodie.
"It's from Mass Effect," beamed Howard proudly, before putting on a voice and saying, "I'm Commander Shepard and you're my favorite girl on the Citadel."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," said Amber. "But thankyou for saying I'm your favorite!"
"That's just because of your special moment on the beach earlier," teased Katie.
Lyle meanwhile, tall and lanky, seemed to have made a bit of an effort to dress up compared to his usual anime T-shirts. He was wearing skinny jeans and a long sleeve orange shirt. It was still awkward looking, but at least he made an effort.
"Holy fucking hell, Carol!" exclaimed Greg, "You're the hottest Lara Croft yet! And believe me, I've examined them all in great detail..."
"Hi Carol, um, you look... lovely," gasped Lyle as he stared at Carol, his college crush now dressed as his gaming crush. He looked like he had entered some sort of state of Nirvana.
"Thanks, I guess," muttered Carol. "So let's just get this over with. What do you need me to do?"
"Well, if you hadn't noticed already, most of the guys here have already noticed you," said Howard. "Three scorching hot girls like you walk into a game tournament, and guys tend to notice. Mostly all you'll have to do is hang around, walk up and down between the stations, show off and mingle on the main floor. Lots of guys will want a photo with you, so that'll probably take up most of your time."
"Also, we've promised the commentators over there that you'll give the tournament winner a kiss, and they want to live-stream it," said Greg.
"What!" protested Carol.
"Hey, it's not like what you'll have to do with us if we win you," shrugged Greg, "although, should you want to live-stream that..."
"I will kick your balls with these combat boots if you finish that sentence, Greg," threatened Carol.
"Point taken! Alright girls, the tournament's about to start, we better get to it," said Greg. "May the best man win this bountiful rack and bootylicious ass!"
"Carol, can you take a photo with me first," asked Howard.
"Um, fine, sure," said Carol, as Howard sidled up to the busty brunette and slid his arm around her slender waist, grinning at his phone-camera as he raised it for a "selfie" shot.
Carol put on a sexy grin and a tilted her head to get the most flattering angle, and when Howard checked the photo he seemed very pleased. Carol looked spectacular as Lara Croft. Her body was trim and athletic, her waist tapering in tightly before flaring out into wide hips and a round ass. The green tank top hugged the curves of her tits and the arch of her back exquisitely. To top it off Carol had a gorgeous face and lustrous brown hair. It was all captured perfectly in the photo.
"Looks perfect, thanks Carol!" said Howard. "Ok, I got to run, my first game is starting now."
Lyle was about to speak up and ask for the next photo, but Howard's first move had caught the attention of every other guy around them. Now they knew that the sexy Lara Croft "cosplayer" was ready to take photos, and they descended on her like a ravenous swarm.
As Carol disappeared into a flurry of photos with nerd after sweaty nerd, Lyle cursed his luck and then ran off to start his own match. This was his moment, and there was no way he was going to miss this opportunity of a lifetime to score with the legendary Carol.
**
"Wow, that happened fast," said Katie, as she and Amber were left on their own.
"Looks like Carol is a natural," said Amber.
There were still a lot of guys around them checking them out and laughing nervously to each other as they chatted in little groups, but given that neither Katie nor Amber were obviously cosplaying, they looked far too cool and out of place to be approached, at least straight away.
"Feeling better after that fashion-crime seizure?" asked Katie.
"I'm acclimatising," said Amber. "This must be what it feels like to be a National Geographic reporter filming hyenas."
"I don't think they're quite the same things," laughed Katie.
