Corinne admits she fucked Lynn.

“Lynn,” Corinne said with a smug grin.

Joy burst out laughing, even as the others only looked awkwardly at one another. “Very funny,” she said, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes. “But seriously, Corinne, give us a real answer. Have you hooked up with any cosplayers?”

Corinne’s smile remained. “I’m not kidding,” she said. “Lynn.”

“Lynn isn’t a lesbian,” Terri said, as if that meant anything in the context of the conversation.

“Neither am I,” Corinne said. She was practically bouncing with joy even as she knelt in the sand. “I still munched on her box. Bent her over a chair and went downtown from behind.”

Terri didn’t care for how Corinne had described the situation, even if it was imaginary, in such explicit detail. It wasn’t that she was being inappropriate; Terri just knew that if Corinne kept going, it might be hard for her to conceal the wet spot on her bikini bottoms. She foresaw a dip in the ocean in her future.

“You wish,” Joy said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t waste my time, Corinne, it’s no fun.”

Corinne ignored Joy. She was on her phone, fiddling with something. “We were both ranked,” she explained. “We ran into each other at a private party. One thing led to another, I complimented her costume, she thanked me, I fingerblasted her in the elevator back to my hotel room.” She beamed, looking up at Joy. “Don’t believe me? Check it out.”

Corinne turned the phone toward Joy and Terri, showing what had to be Lynn holding onto her boobs, eyes clenched shut, lip bit, as Corinne sat behind her, wrapping one arm around Lynn’s shoulders to take the picture and the other around her waist to stroke her swollen clit.

“Oh my God,” Joy gasped.