The next day, I stared at the list in front of me. This was a list of sexual favors that I had agreed to perform with a group of five 18-year-olds in the near future. A group that was probably the biggest collection of losers in their class at high-school. However, I had already engaged in what was basically a sexual orgy with all of them. I had willingly taken all of their virginities and even let them creampie me multiple times. No pregnancy was possible due to the IUD implanted in me earlier in the year.
But these favors I had agreed to would be rough and embarrassing. Teddy, possibly my least favorite male in the world, also insisted on a favor for himself that we hadn't yet agreed on. I was beginning to get myself worked up looking at the list, so I sat it down and reminded myself why I was doing this. First off, it was to keep these six assholes from revealing to everyone that I fucked a lot of people. A lot. The second reason was to ruin the reputation of my former best friend, Ashley. I wanted to expose to everyone the whore she is and that she doesn't know who the father of the baby growing inside her is.
But I first had to clear this list. The first guy I was working with was named Ethan. Ethan wanted me to accompany him to a comic convention for a weekend, wearing costumes of his choosing. The convention was a two-hour drive away. Despite the low risk of anyone I knew seeing me there, I still insisted the costumes he picked out for me cover at least part of my face. Luckily, a lot of costumes had face coverings, so it wasn't a big issue.
I met up with him Friday morning, and he drove us to the convention. During the entire trip, he talked extensively about everything he was hoping to see at the con, as well as the background of the characters I would be cosplaying. I barely listened to a word he was saying and slept through much of the ride. Once we arrived, he led me to a room where I could change. He, of course, joined me to 'help me into the costume,' but I think he really just wanted to see me naked again.
The costume was ridiculous. The majority of it looked like a slutty one-piece bathing suit. The bottom was a thong that showed 98% of my ass, while the top had a neckline that dropped to my navel, showing off so much of my tits. I had to employ a lot of tape to ensure my nipples didn't pop out. I was still convinced my areolas were peeking out, but Ethan told me I was mistaken. Otherwise, I wore fishnet stockings and a mask that covered most of my face.
"There is no way they allow people to walk around like this. We are going to get kicked out right away," I pointed out, looking at myself in the mirror. The costume was tight and gave me a prominent camel toe in the crotch.
"This is completely allowed. You'll see a lot of women dressed like this," Ethan claimed.
"We'll see. But if and when we are kicked out, I'll consider this favor completed."
I was also worried that the mask didn't cover enough and that someone would recognize me. I styled my hair in a way I didn't usually wear it, hoping that would decrease the chances that the girl showing off her tits to these nerds would be determined to be myself. Ethan had also warned me that many people would want pictures taken with me.
With the costume in place, my boobs taped up, I hoped securely, and my face as covered as it was going to get, we headed out to the convention hall. People immediately took notice of me. While a lot of other women were in costumes, I was by far the most scantly dressed. Soon, a guy asked me for a picture, which I agreed to as per the terms of this favor. That opened the floodgates, and a crowd of men surrounded me and took pictures. Eventually, they requested I turn around and show my ass as well, which I reluctantly agreed to. I kept having to remind myself that no one knew who I was.
After ten minutes, the crowd got the pictures they wanted, and we finally entered the hall. Security gave me a long look but let me in dressed as I was, proving Ethan right about that. Inside I continued to draw a lot of eyes, or rather my tits and ass did. As we walked around, more individuals approached me for pictures, looking to pose with me. Ethan would volunteer to take the photo.
In one case, a guy in his forties stood beside me for a photo. "Put your arm around her. She won't bite," Ethan said, encouraging the guy to get closer to me. He followed the suggestion and put his arms around my shoulder. "No, put your arm on her hips, I mean." The man slowly lowered his arm and put it on the opposite hip from where he stood. What was Ethan doing, I worried.
"Actually, just go ahead and grab her ass. Trust me, she is all for it," Ethan said with a smile. The middle-aged man took a step back and looked me in the eyes. I knew I had no choice if I wanted this favor to be fulfilled by this trip's end. I nodded my approval, and the man's face lit up. He quickly stood next to me again, and his hand grabbed my bare ass cheek, giving it a good squeeze. Ethan snapped several pictures, so this guy will never forget the time he felt up a chick's ass at a convention.
This did not go unnoticed by others passing by. "Hey, can you take a picture of me grabbing her ass also," a guy asked rather brazenly.
"Totally. Don't be afraid to really get a hold of it," Ethan informed him. This started up what my next hour consisted of. Me letting guys enjoy the feel of my ass while Ethan captured a picture of it. An extensive line of men, all wanting to know what my butt feels like, formed up behind Ethan. Sometimes, they would request I turn around for the pictures. Some guys did a picture together, with each grabbing part of my ass. Even a few women got in on the action that was groping my bottom. Finally, we reached the end of the line, and I went over a minute without getting groped by anyone.
Ethan and I continued walking. "What was the fucking point of that? Do you get off on seeing people feel me up," I asked, annoyed.
"Oh, I forgot about the part of our agreement where I needed to explain the reason for everything I do today," Ethan replied sarcastically. "Jesus, sorry I asked." We turned the corner of an aisle of vendors. Compared to other parts of the hall, this area was less crowded. There were still a few dozen people around, though.
"Pull your top open a little," Ethan casually told me.
"I can't. I'm already showing the maximum amount of my tits without my nipples peeking out," I reminded him. He watched me tape up my boobs for the fifteen minutes straight earlier. I figured he remembered that.
"I'm aware of that. Open up your shirt and expose your nipples. Keep them out till someone points it out to you. You can pretend it was an accident that they popped out."
"Are you kidding me? I'm not exposing my bare breast here," I whispered loudly, hoping people passing by couldn't hear.
"Either you expose them here while wearing that mask, or I let the world know that girl they are watching non-stop fuck all those people in those videos you made is you, Cindy. The deal is you have to keep them exposed until someone points it out to you."
I walked silently for a moment until it looked like no one was watching me, from the front, at least. I reached up and pulled my top open, exposing my tits. "This is the only time I'm doing this today," I whispered harshly.
"Holy shit, I can't believe you did that. How wet are you now," the teenager asked me. I kept silent, my eyes darting around, waiting for someone to notice me. A couple walked by, and both looked directly at my chest, commenting to each other but not pointing it out to me. A vendor at a booth was the next to notice and stared intently, but didn't inform me of my 'accident.' More and more people got eyes on my bare breasts, but still none commented to me. All I needed was one of them to point this out to me, and I could cover my tits back up.
Feeling desperate and very, very exposed, I approached a vendor's table and pretended to be very interested in their items. The guy stared at my chest, and I needed to repeat myself numerous times as he wasn't paying attention to what I was saying. I should have gone to a vendor booth run by a woman, I realized. After it became apparent he wasn't going to help me out by pointing out my nipples were out, I began to turn away to find someone else. "Wait, miss," he called out, raising my hopes. "Can I take a quick picture of you? Your cosplay is awesome."
Ethan spoke for me. "Absolutely! Cindy here loves getting her picture taken!" I stood there as the man captured probably two dozen images of my naked tits.
As he did so, I whispered to Ethan, standing just off to the side. "Say my real fucking name again, and I'll rip your dick off." Ethan laughed, but I think he understood me.
What happened next was predictable yet still humiliating. A line of men formed up to get their pictures of me in my awesome cosplay. But I knew what they met was with my awesome naked tits. Ethan also reminded everyone that they were free to grab my ass as well, which they did. Camera after camera captured images of my tits with men posing next to them. I was half expecting Ethan to offer everyone to feel up my tits as well, but that thankfully never came up. Finally, another hour passed, and the crowd moved on, satisfied they had enough pictures of my tits.
I put my face in my hands in anger. I hated having myself so exposed to so many of these assholes. All I needed was one person, anyone, to be kind enough to point out my tits were out. But apparently, this was a convention of perverts. "Excuse me, miss? Your tits are fully exposed. You might want to fix that," a man off to my side said. I looked up and saw my hero. It was a short older man with kind eyes. I ran to him and hugged him, which, due to his height, caused his face to be planted right into my naked breasts. Realizing this, I pulled away, apologizing, but he didn't seem to mind. I tucked my tits back in, loving the feeling of my nipples being covered again.
The time I spent allowing people to photograph my tits and with their hands on my ass had added up, and the convention hall was closing. I was mentally and physically exhausted and ready to be away from crowds for a while. Ethan got us checked into the hotel room. Once we were in the room, I collapsed on the bed. I could fall asleep right then and there. But I felt the hands of a teenager on my ass, and I knew my evening wasn't over yet. I turned around and found Ethan, fully naked, standing over me.
"Can you be quick? I'm really tired," I said, not wanting an evening full of fucking. Especially with him.
