A Walk to the Club

“Phuu ahhh! Oh wow, these are wayyy better than I was expecting!”

Liz swayed a little in her seat, a certain dreamy look on her face.

“Hmm, you mean you doubted how tasty a cocktail called ‘anime girl spit’ would be?”

I laughed along with Gareth as Liz blushed.

“Well, y-you have to admit that name is really…”

“Disgusting?”

“Carnal and kinda hot…”

“What?”

I raised my eyebrow at Liz’s unexpectedly slutty answer, while she just giggled a little nervously, before looking at me. Her gaze had a certain quality too it, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on but found arousing.

Is she… into me?

This girl… honestly, she’s way too cute.

I glanced up and down her, taking her in. Her arms and shoulders were slender, her skin flawless. Her make-up carried all the subtleties and skill from Asian make-up trends, her carefully applied eye shadow and liner to give a slight anime effect. Her lips were glossy as she took another drink, the symmetry and proportions of her body so idealistic. She was every inch the perfect Chinese beauty.

And now a girl like this is… interested in me? As Alex, this kind of thing would never happen… but I’m not Alex anymore.

I glanced down at my own body, indulgent breasts pushing against the shiny red latex of the bodysuit I was wearing, juicy thighs terminating in heels. I couldn’t help but hug and squeeze myself as I rocked in my chair, even that motion reminding me how much comfier it was sitting with Heather's plush ass.

I was practically flashing “fuck me” eyes at Liz as I looked up at her, saying:

“Heyo, so… I was thinking we should check out the nightclub section, down the street.”

“Ohhh, good idea! I love clubs! If you come visit me in Hong Kong, there’s this nightclub I just have to take you to called Boomerang. The lighting set-up is so sick, you wouldn’t believe it…”

Liz enthusiastically started telling us about the clubs she loved in her home city as Gareth downed his drink and we stood, beginning to walk through the street. As always seemed to happen drinking in bars, it seemed time had gotten away from us; we’d spent hours trying different cocktails at the bar, laughing and people watching from the open air tables at the front.

Walking through the street now, we could feel the press of bodies from people spilling out of the bars, trading tables, trying new spots or even just wandering about for some fresh air. Seeing how the mood had shifted with the crowd, it was clear too that we were entering that messier stage of the night.

There’d been plenty of time now for people to drink and drink, and any vestiges of the day only con-goers were long gone. Seeing so many of the messier people around us be in cosplay too just made it a funnier experience. Tanjiro from Demon Slayer was stumbling around arm in arm with Gojo from Jujutsu Kaisen, while Sephiroth hungrily made out with Rebecca from Cyberpunk pressed up against the wall. The scene was completed as a guy in a Nyanners cosplay vomited onto a tree before falling to his knees, a look of suffering obscuring his face.

“Ah-! The dangers of ****…”

I remarked wistfully as I watched on, my cute voice sounding like a soundbite from a teasing nightlife documentary.

“Hey, so… what are your plans with her?”

“Hmm?”

I’d been so dazzled by the twisted scenes playing out before my eyes I’d barely noticed we were transitioning into the more night-club intensive part of the street. As the more traditional Japanese aesthetic gave way to Shibuya meets Akihabara neon, Gareth was speaking low to me, our voices obscured by the crowd.

“Welll, you know…”

“Ah… sorry. Was I being too sleazy?”

I’d almost been so lost in everything we’d been doing, but before we came to this con Rachel had asked me out.

“S-sorry Rachel… I know you asked me to be your boyfriend…”

“Girlfriend.”

“Huh?”

“Girlfriend, dummy. You’re my girlfriend.”

He leaned in close, whispering in my ear.

“Remember the skin you’re in? And, well… I think you’re hotter as my girlfriend. I think it fits you better too.”

My hands tightened even as my face erupted in a blush. It was so weird… hearing Rachel insist I was her girlfriend, rather than her boyfriend… why was it so hot? I could feel the stolen pussy I wore clench between my legs, a heat in my lower abdomen igniting as I became even more aroused.

“Ahh… y-yeah. Well. Sorry. I didn’t mean to be sleazy with her, in front of you, or anything…”

The goth girl inside the guy beside me just laughed.

“You’re getting it wrong.”

He, or she, it was getting too hard to tell anymore, leaned in and whispered in Gareth’s deep voice.

“I like it when you get greedy too, you know. My sleazy, evil, covetous, skinwalker girlfriend~”

Fuck!

“R-Rachel… fuck. Why is hearing you call me that getting me so wet…?”

He laughed a little as one of his hands found it’s way to my ass, pulling my hips against his before snaking its way down underneath. I could feel Gareth’s thicker fingers pressing on my snatch through the latex, gasping at the pressure. He didn’t push it inside, just kept up a pressure on my pussy lips. I knew the inside of the bodysuit had to be getting to slimy with my juices.

“Just as long as I’m always your number one~”

“Y-yes…”

“Good girl.”

Goddd, what the fuck…

“So…”

He continued.

“… what are your intentions with her?”

I tried to think about it, specify what I was feeling. It wasn’t easy though. The constant pressure on my most sensitive place, the knowledge we were in total public, with only the crush of the crowd to hide what we were doing, and even still Liz was just a little ahead of us, still talking about life in Hong Kong… it was way too much.

What… what are my intentions with Liz…?

She was beautiful. Obviously. A gorgeous cosplayer from Hong Kong, pretty Chinese features and lucky genetics. Even people who’d never played Genshin would think her Ganyu cosplay was cool too. The way she’d looked at me, and come onto me… or Heather.

Well, what does it matter anyway? I’m literally wearing Heather’s face. I am her.

Liz definitely seemed interested in me. I had a feeling it wouldn’t take much to kiss her, tease her, take her home. I wondered if it might be possible to have a threesome with her and ‘Gareth’. Even if she was only into girls, we were all drunk enough I was sure we could peel Rachel out of her male skinsuit and call it a really good cosplay. Maybe it was because I was drunk too that I thought that would be a good idea.

Although… it would lead to a girls only three way…

Maybe it was the more covetous, evil side of me too, but if Liz didn’t want to do anything after all, I could always just turn her into a suit…