Help the girl find a break room

“What about in a break room?” you ask.

“Aren’t those just for staff and special guests?” she replies, and you realize you’ve forgotten that there are places in the con that normal attendees can’t go. You’ve been wandering everywhere you wanted, including the back rooms where the snacks for the invited guests are, without really thinking about it.

“They are, but I’ve got this VIP all-access pass,” and you hold it up to her. “How about I help you find somewhere a bit more comfortable to rest?”

“I wouldn’t be able to thank you enough!” she says, rising with a groan. You help her up. Her costume, beneath the cloak, is some sort of generic fantasy traveler’s outfit that you can’t quite place. It looks nice, but the cloak quickly falls over everything before you can tell too much about her. She’s short and fit, though tired.

She looks over at you. “Um, thank you, Mr.–?” You tell her your name. “Thank you. I’m Julia.” She sees you looking at her cloak, trying to gauge the width of her hips and the size of her bust through the obscuring fabric. “Ah, you probably can’t tell without my friends around. I’m a dwarf. My roommates and friends are the Seven Dwarfs; we’ve got a guy friend who’s Snow White, but as a guy.”

“That’s a good concept,” you reply, walking to the nearest break room. “Relatively cheap, and having a group helps sell the concept.” She smiles at the compliment, then stops. “Wait! I need to stay in this hallway. It’s where my friends were going to meet up with me.”

“Mr. Snow White and the Six Sexy Dwarfs?” you ask, and she chuckles. “I think they’ll probably stand out. I’ll keep an eye out for you.”

“Won’t you get bored here in the hallway?”

“I’m pretty sure I can find someone to occupy my time."

You enter the break room near the corner of another hallway. Inside are staff members variously sitting in chairs drinking water, eating snacks, or chatting softly with each other. There’s a padded bench in the center of the room, totally unoccupied.

“Oh, thank you,” Julia says, as she falls face-first onto the bench. She turns to look up at you. “I only need a few minutes,” she says.

“Take all the time you need.”

She gratefully nods and closes her eyes. Even though your dick is almost ready to go again you feel like interrupting her much-needed rest would not be very nice.

You step out of the break room, feeling pretty pleased with yourself. That was a nice thing to do for someone, and it’s good to remind yourself that you don’t need to spend the entire day selfishly satisfying your own desires.

That said, now you need to figure out how to occupy yourself in a boring hallway for the next hour.