Booth Babe

Two hours later the game demo was finished. Dodger had been embarrassed to start with, but as soon as she'd put on her noise-cancelling headphones and started focusing on the game, she'd almost been able to forget that she was naked. As she removed her headset and heard the roar of the crowd, she became very aware of her nakedness. The announcer thanked everybody for coming, and encouraged them to buy the game, then Dodger was allowed to leave the stage.

Dodger was back in the dressing room, about to get changed when the PR guy came back. "Ah, excellent, you're here." He said. "I just thought I would let you know that you are required at the Chronicles of Temora booth in half an hour, to sign autographs and take photos with fans. You will be required to be in character.
"You mean I have to stay like this?" Dodger said, indicating her naked body and fox tail. The guy nodded.

Half an hour later, Dodger found herself at the Chronicles of Temora booth dressed as Dodger the Forest Nymph. Dodger was not openly on display, she was in a little alcove, behind a curtain at the back of the booth, so that people couldn't see her. There were children at these conventions, and the company didn't want to be charged with any child sex offences. As a result the booth had employees check ID's. If the person was over the age of 18, they could go behind the curtain and get a photo with Dodger the Forest Nymph. Despite being tucked away behind a curtain, Dodger was still seen by thousands of people. She took thousands of photos and signed autographs for fans. She knew those photos would circulate. Everyone would see her naked body. Well, those that hadn't already seen it at the launch.

At the end of the day, as the people visiting the booth were beginning to wind down, Dodger realised that being naked all day, and having a butt-plug in her ass had made her extremely horny. She peeked out from around the curtain and saw the line dwindling and knew that she had a bit of a break before anyone else would come to see her. Quietly, she began to masturbate. Slowly rubbing herself to eventual orgasm. She had just finished when the curtain opened and the PR guy came in, with an elderly Japanese man following him.
"This is Mr Kamahagi." The PR guy said. "He's the President of the company which made the game, and he'd like a photo too."
"Of course," Dodger replied, putting on a fake smile. "I'd be only too happy to oblige." As the photo was taken, Mr Kamahagi suddenly grabbed Dodger, with more strength than she would have thought a man his age could possess, and started groping her tits. Dodger shoved him away. "Get off me, you creep." She screamed. Instead, Mr Kamahagi grabbed her again, placed his hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming, and then grabbed her tits again. The few people that saw what was happening, pretended that it wasn't. They didn't want to get on the bad side of the company's President.
"You have a very nice body." Mr Kamahagi said, in slow, clipped English. "Here is a key to my room. I hope to see you later." He said, slipping a hotel room card-key between Dodger's breasts. He then gave her a peck on the cheek, and departed.

An hour later, Dodger had removed the butt-plug, taken off those ridiculous prosthetic ears and changed into a t-shirt and jeans. It had been one hell of a day. She was horrified that she'd been seen naked by all those people, by the thought that those photos she took might circulate, and by the behaviour of Mr Kamahagi. She was also titillated by it. She knew she had a rockin' bod and some small part of her found it thrilling to be able to share it with the world.