Like a Movie
It was only Day Two of the biggest Con in the US, why were so many people shuffling about like zombies? Kurt was having to dodge and weave with much higher frequency than he had yesterday as he passed vendor’s booths, media showcases, and the teeming masses of his fellow geeks.
He froze when he saw her. Hannah Grace, a.k.a. Hanngelic, cosplaying as the infamous Hypnotist from Outer Space of 70s fame. She looked stunning in her skin-tight silver costume, her shimmering blue contact lenses turning thoughts into jelly with nary a whimper of complaint.
“Fuck!” He exclaimed, blushing like a teenage boy about to ask the most beautiful girl in school to prom. He had seen the forbidden movie more times than he remembered, every single one of them with the same explosive results.
The mindless thralls around him reached for their tumescent cocks and he mimicked them, smiling vacantly as he remembered how good it was to lose himself in a collective masturbation fantasy.
The Con’s facilities will be closed for the rest of the day and most of the next morning. The cleaning continues.
