-Everything- Comes Out

The two girls met back up at the overlook with hugging and gushing stories of con. As they made their way to the lobby ground floor to get in line for a picture with Mark Hamil.
They waited in line for roughly a half hour discussing where they were going to eat and when and different cosplays that walked by. Becky was disappointed Hemsworth wouldn't marry her but she knew it was a long shot when she asked. Grace had left her new toy in place but had it off for the time being. Remote safely in her ankle pouch.

She wasn't sure if it was her imagination or not at first. Kind of like when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket when it's actually in your hand. She assumed she was getting the genital version of that when she first felt the pulses. But by the time she got to the head of the line it was difficult to ignore the consistently increasing buzzing. Had she knocked the remote accidentally?
She tried to discreetly press where she remembered the off button being on the simple 7 button and a dial thing. and for a moment there was calm as they walked into the room for their photo.
They where quickly ushered into poses around Mark as his handlers didn't want the line held up with chit-chat, Mark Gave her a thumbs up and motioned for her to come closer for the classic swinging pose with some quick charades as they were walking over and she did so. Just as they were settling for the picture the vibrations returned causing her to jump forward slightly and marks hand to slip from her back to her ass right as the camera clicked twice. Grace didn't even have time to consider a reshoot as her brain struggled to process what had just happened and they were ushered out.

Grace ducked to the side and quickly pulled out the remote. Turning off the device. She went to put it back into her pouch when Becky was suddenly over her shoulder. And had it in her hands before Grace knew she had grabbed for it. Pressing a button the plug vibe began to vibrate in accelerating waves causing Grace's face to twitch and Becky to get a huge Grin.
"Ok, so you're never getting this back, haha"
"Hey now...!"Grace began
"Pineapples" came the quick reply.
That was their friend codeword. anytime Becky wanted to bush Grace's boundaries and thought she was self sabotaging her own fun she would break it out. It meant "give me two hours to decide things for you I promise it will be fun" Grace had drunkenly agreed to it years back in a fit of frustration over being called prudish. It also served as a safe word when Grace had had enough of having her boundaries pushed... also for other things, but that was 1 time, ok 3 times but it was spring break.
Becky heard the story of Sarah making Grace squirt and insisted on trying to replicate the feat, she failed all three times but in a rather pleasant manner all things considered.
Anyway if Grace doesn't break out the safe word for two hours then Becky has to get -her- rather less conservative boundaries pushed with a dare. Historically her dares had lacked bite, but considering where they were she decided it was worth having one over on her friend.

So it was with that understanding that the friends went out once again onto the con floor to get another round of pictures taken. With her friend there for moral support (and healthy encouragement with bar trips) Grace was fully in her element. Her and Becky had the routine down pat playing off each other. And just generally garnering attention as you'd expect aspiring Instagram models to do on a con floor of a convention currently reaching capacity with more than 60,000 people. There were more than 20,000 milling about this hotel alone. They spent more than an hour and a half circling the floor both getting pictures of cosplays for themselves and posing for others. Sometimes stopping for a couple minutes to chat.
Grace normally tried to avoid those though and hurry them along at least from going overly long. Becky liked to play a game of how much vibe can Grace take without her voice cracking whenever they got engaged in conversation for too long.
Neither of the two girls realized Mark had caught back up to them and was quitely toying with her as well from the overlook.

As night began to fall and more and more people Broke out the **** the girls were contently offered shots of strange concoctions. Both had allowed themselves to be bought a drink at the bar. And had turned down more than a foul looking mixed drinks. They had however accepted a few sips with people who looked cool and took some first.

The end result being they were both fairly intoxicated by the end of the next hour. Discussing if they should take the hour long subway round trip and try to piece together some rave gear or just go as they where now.
When Becky finally said something that made it click to Grace.
"Yea dude, you should totally just mount an LED to that vibe so people wont need a flash to see your 'malfunction' " Becky said completely sarcastically.
"Heh, wait what?"
"Yea dude omg is your phone still dead? let me show you how well it's working! Holy shit you have like 50,000 followers now!"
As she handed the phone to Grace and she saw her own instagram feed for the first time she fully realized just how much she had been showing off all day. at this point there were nearly a hundred pictures of her Tagged on Instagram. mainly from the side and back but some from the front with a blur or an object blocking her bottoms.
She clicked the screen a few times and found her Twitter an altogether more X-rated version of the same. Her eyes widened her face flushed, it felt like her soul had fallen out of her body.
Grace started to hyperventilate and knew she needed some space to think she tossed Beckys phone back on the table and began to sprint for the stairs. Her confused friend right behind her.
Mark saw her pace and realized it would be hard to not lose her and also follow her unseen. So he took this opportunity to crank the vibration to max. Grace was At the top of the stairs when the first full **** pulse hit her. It stopped her in her tracks as her legs wobbled slightly. Unfortunately Becky had not experienced the same unintentional stop and barreled into her back. Reaching out to stop her friend from falling all she was able to do was grab the back of Graces top. At the same time a second wave of the vibrator sent her to her knees snapping the already weakened backstrap and her head to duck out of the neck strap at the same time. Began to stand back up and stumbled finding instead of purchase a stairstep downward. She didn't quite fall but she also didn't quite catch herself as she continued to rush down the stairs at a speed not of her own control. Her drunken stupor unable to keep herself from letting out a loud shreak when her top was pulled off.
She landed at the bottom with a hard smack to her knees and hand on the carpeted floor, even in her now fully orgasmic state having been teased for hours previously tunnel vision she felt the pressure build and then sudden complete release as her tighter than normal belt chain gave way and snapped.

Her arms turned to rubber and her right shoulder made contact with the ground rolling her onto her back. The 22 year old was now completely bare between the collar and golden chain hanging from her neck and the wedged heeled sandals on her feet. She laid there flailing helplessly, guttural groans coursing through her as her whole body tensed and released. It was after nearly 10 seconds of this as Becky watched her friend in mute horror fairly certain this wasn't part of the plan as hundreds of people and dozens of cameras took in the lithe form of the orgasmic coed.
Finally snapping out of her daze, Becky began frantically mashing the off button on the remote in her hand. Mark fought her for a couple presses as witnessed by the trusting hips of the naked gymnast below as the vibe cycled from off to max in rapid succession for a few seconds before finally going to off.

Grace didn't come back to reality all at once, it was only a few seconds all told but it wasn't at the same time. No first was her hearing, after the pulses stopped and she began to experience the world again the con chatter and rush of cameras being clicked was her first sign something was going on.
Next came her awareness of her own nakedness as it hit her where exactly she was, she could feel but she couldn't move. She felt like she was in sleep paralysis but she was afraid to even open her eyes to try and break it. Wiggling her toes and fingers she soon found herself able to sit up. From falling down the stairs to her sitting up was about 30 seconds By which point an impressive amount of the floors attention was on her. There was a solid wall of people all the way around her about 15 feet wide and pressing narrower slowly as they all got collectively braver with their camera angles.

Snapping to fully Grace did the only thing her panic stricken mind could do... She ran. Well she tried to, her wobbly legs sent her pummeling on all fours the first time she tried. But then she flexed her legs awake and completely naked save shoes and collar she sprinted through the line of photographers toward the side wall of the hotel. She really didn't have a destination in mind her body just told her to keep running...