Gotta catch them all

Emma sat at the marble bar, sipping a gin and tonic, legs crossed, summer dress riding high enough to flash lace stocking tops whenever she shifted. The corset underneath pushed her tits up obscenely, soft half-cups letting the top swell spill free, nipples already pressing against the thin fabric. The string thong was a whisper between her cheeks, already damp from anticipation.

Every man in the bar noticed her. Businessmen in suits, tourists in polo shirts, even the barman lingered when he poured her drink. Hungry eyes followed the sway of her hips, the shimmer of her stockings. A few bold ones even adjusted themselves openly, imagining what it would be like to take her upstairs.

Emma loved it. The power. The hunger. But none of them would touch her tonight.

Because tonight was Clive’s night.

He arrived late, scrawny frame lost in his loose hoodie, the same greasy hair flopping into his eyes. His bag, a cheap canvas satchel with cartoon badges pinned to it, hung heavy on his shoulder. He spotted Emma, froze, then shuffled over with a crooked grin.

“Hi… uh… hi. You look…” He swallowed hard. “…like a pornstar.”

Emma smirked, stood, and kissed his cheek mockingly, her perfume smothering him. “Come, Clive. Time for your reward.”

Every man at the bar watched her leave on his arm, their jealousy sharp enough to taste.

The expensive hotel room was expensive, the door shut with a heavy click. Emma dropped her purse on the dresser, she turned slowly.

“Clothes off. Shower. You reek.”

Clive blinked, startled. “Oh. Uh… yeah. Sorry.” He fumbled out of his hoodie and T-shirt, pale and bony, cock already half-hard, a string of pre-cum glistening. He darted into the bathroom with his bag, water hissing moments later.

Emma pulled the satchel onto the bed, curious. When she unzipped it, she laughed.

Inside was a full cosplay kit: a cheap “sexy Pikachu” costume, yellow thong-bottom bodysuit, tiny ears on a headband, stockings with cartoon lightning bolts, even a tail attached to a belt. Crude, childish, but perfect. Exactly the sort of pathetic, geek-soaked fantasy he would drool over.

Emma stripped quickly, tossing her dress aside, leaving only the corset. Then she slipped into the Pikachu suit, the yellow fabric hugging her curves indecently, the tail swaying from her ass. Her tits spilled outrageously from the cheap neckline, the corset beneath pushing them high, nipples stiff and obscene. She added the headband, flicked her hair loose, and practiced a playful, mocking “Pikaaaa~.”

The bathroom door creaked.

Clive stepped out, dripping wet, naked, skinny cock already hard again. His eyes went wide. He froze like prey.

Emma posed, hand on hip, yellow ears twitching. “Surprise, loser. This what you wank over? Your little Pikachu slut?”

Clive actually whimpered. “Holy fuck. Holy… you… you look…” His knees buckled.

Emma strutted across the carpet, tail swaying, tits bouncing. She circled him slowly, like a predator. “Tonight I’m your filthy Pokémon. But I’m the one in control. Understand?”

“Yes! God yes!” He nodded frantically, cock bobbing in front of him.

Emma shoved him onto the bed. He landed awkwardly, bony limbs sprawled, cock straining up at his stomach. She climbed over him, pressing her stockinged thigh against his hip, grinding her covered pussy against his ribs.

“Touch me,” she ordered. “But only where I say.”

His hands shook as he reached up, cupping her tits through the costume. She pushed them together, forcing his face between them. “That’s right. Motorboat your Pikachu, you sad little virgin.”

He moaned, slobbering, rutting against the sheets.

Emma slapped his cheek lightly. “Pathetic. Can’t even last five minutes. Do you know how many men want me? Men with real cocks, real lives. And here I am, dressed like a cartoon for a loser who’s never even kissed a girl.”

Clive groaned louder, his cock leaking onto his stomach.

Emma slid down his body, tugged the thong aside, flashing her shaven cunt for just a second, then straddled his chest, pussy glistening inches from his chin. “You’ll never fuck this. Not yet. But you can watch. You can smell.”

She rubbed herself slowly, smearing her wetness across his lips without letting him lick. His eyes rolled back, hands jerking his cock furiously.

Finally, she slid down lower, tits jiggling as she crawled between his knees. She grabbed his cock, spit thick and shiny running down the shaft. She locked eyes with him, cruel smirk splitting her face.

“Ready to cum in your Pokémon’s mouth, Clive?”

He whimpered. “Please. Please, Emma.”

She took him between her lips, gagging deliberately, letting drool spill onto his balls. She bobbed hard, fast, sloppy, hand twisting his base, hair flying as the ears bounced on her head.

Clive convulsed. “I’m— I’m— fuck!”

His cock jerked, thick spurts exploding into her throat, over her tongue, dripping down her chin. She swallowed messily, then pulled off with a laugh, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Emma smacked his thigh. “There. Your fantasy. A Pikachu whore sucking your virgin cock.”

Clive collapsed, panting, twitching, cum smeared across his pale belly.

Emma stood, stripped off the ears, tossed them onto his chest. “Keep those. A souvenir. Next time, maybe you’ll earn the rest of me.”

She grabbed her dress, heels clicking as she headed for the door, leaving him ruined, dazed, and the happiest he’d ever been in his sad little life.