> Jessica will happily allow the next guy in line to grope her

Harry decided to keep things at an even keel, not wanting to escalate too fast and draw attention of security or, god forbid, some whining SJW who could complain and get her whole booth shut down. Inputting the code quickly, he looked up at Jessica's position at the front of the line for his results.

She stood there, hips slightly cocked, waiting for the next fan to approach her. He was a short one, on the fatter side of skinny but the smaller side of obese. It seemed that Jessica's previous display had done a little too well in exciting the guy, as his anti-social fears had kicked in and he was dumbstruck at the front of the line. She smiled at him and beckoned him over, "Come on up!" When he still didn't approach, she chuckled and said, "It's okay. I'm not gonna bite."

The nerd still was too scared to move, but the nerds behind him were all too eager to get to their turns with the provocative blonde, and started shoving him forward. Finally his brain connected to his feet and he walked up to her, breathing heavily from either his nerves or his lack of cardio. Jessica smiled at him with her sparkling eyes, "This will be really easy." She gently pulled him closer to her, noticing his smell faintly over the musk of the whole convention. "Just pull out your phone, take a quick picture, and it'll all be over," she said, as quietly as she could while still being heard against the background noise of the convention hall. "Just like that."

The nerd, not capable of following social queues, leaned his head in closer for a kiss. Jessica leaned hers back at that same pace as him. Laughing nervously she said, "Just a picture, okay hun?"

Confused and frustrated as to why he wasn't getting kissed like the last guy, the nerd pouted in anger. He slapped his arm around her side, accidentally hitting her boob in the process. He quickly pulled back as apologies flowed from his mouth. Jessica just looked at him with a patronizing look on her face. "Well, don't be a pussy about it," she snorted, turning her chest in his direction. "Get in there!"

The nerd didn't need any further reassurance as he quickly grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed them through the pink latex. A smile beamed across her face as she said, "Yeah! That's it!" Her boobs were heavy and firm, but he couldn't be satisfied with just copping a feel. Reaching his hand to the edge of her costume between her cleavage, he looked up to her face for the go ahead. She smiled at him and said, "Go for it, sweetie." The nerd tried to get his hand under, but the latex was just too tight. So he opted for pulling it to the side, exposing her breast to the crowd.

Spurred on by this nerd's bravery, another sweaty troll approached to have his fill. Jessica's head snapped in his direction, freezing him in his tracks. As sweetly as she could, she told him, "I really am only able to focus on one of you at a time. Could you wait your turn please?" The geek sheepishly stood down and remained in line, fuming that a woman could tell him what to do.

The nerd pinching her nipple pulled back slightly, having noticed Jessica's round ass. He slid around to her side and grabbed a big palmful of her firm asscheek, his other hand still squishing her boob up front. Jessica smiled at him, but began to look a little impatient.

"I hate to rush you, hon," she said softly, her face looking slightly flushed. "There's a lot of people waiting in line, so if we could just take our picture, that would make me so happy!" She finished her appeal by leaning her ass further into his hand, allowing him leverage to rub his hand lower, and between her cheeks. The nerd slowed his fondlings, and looked at both of his hands: one full of boob, the other rubbing a trail to her pussy. He looked up at her pleadingly and asked, "Could you?"

Jessica smiled and reached her hand down to his shorts, squirming her way into his pocket. Fishing around inside, she found something firm and took hold. "Hm... Is this it?" she wondered aloud, trying to tug the object out of the trembling nerd's pocket. "It doesn't seem to want to come..." she pondered while tugging it faster. She pulled her hand back as something wet spread over it. "Oh, that must have been your water bottle!" she laughed, switching hands and reaching into his other pocket. "I think I knocked the cap off. Sorry about that." The nerd didn't seem to mind.

Pulling out his phone, Jessica unlocked it and pulled it up to their faces. She flashed a dazzling smile while he stared openly at her nipple, perfectly framed in the shot. She took the picture and handed him back his phone. "Thanks for coming by!" she cheered, a huge smile on her face. The nerd finally had to let go of her body to put away his device, and began to walk away. Realizing his final opportunity, he quickly turned back to an expectant Jessica Nigri. "You forget something, sweetie?" she asked.

The nerd reeled back and slapped her hard on the ass. Jessica jumped in surprise, her boobs bounced up in the air, shaking themselves further from the confines of her oppressive latex. Quickly composing herself, her face returned to its usual sunny frame; her smile never losing an instant of authenticity. "You're welcome, hon!" she cheered, giving him a friendly wave. "Have a great rest of your con!" The nerd slowly stumbled away, never forgetting this moment.

Jessica turned back to the waiting crowd, taking notice of her still wet hand. Not finding anything suitable to wipe it off on, she shrugged and began licking herself clean. Surprised initially to find it wasn't water, but something else familiar, she quickly cleaned her hand of every filthy drop. One managed to escape her slender tongue, and dropped down onto her chest. As Jessica wiped it up, she remembered her exposed breast. Sheepishly covering herself up, she said to the crowd, "At least send me a copy of the pictures, okay?"

Harry spent the time both watching her display intensively and keeping an eye out for security. He had an input waiting to go in case of an emergency and need to temporarily abort, but the time had yet to come. What was called for now could be nothing but escalation.