Number Six

Walking back to the main convention hall, you notice a whole bunch of people with cameras and autograph pads gathered at 1 particular area, and you head over to check out what's going on. It turns out to be nothing special. It's just the place where many of the celebrities enter where they can get their photo taken, meet the fans, and sign some autographs. The area is warded off by a velvet rope and guarded by some stern looking security personnel who look on to prevent overeager fans from touching the celebrities. You recognize a few of the stars, many of them who play characters from comic books in the movies or on TV, although nobody peaks your interest until you see a figure in a shiny gold jacket and you hear people calling out to her "Number Six! Tricia!"

You squint your eyes from where you're standing and see that it's Tricia Helfer, who famously starred as Number Six on Battlerstar Galactica. You haven't been following her career closely, but you do remember she had a pretty hot Playboy shoot many years ago, a copy of which is buried somewhere in the closet of your childhood home. Her taunt, naked body in that issue of Playboy had fueled many of your teenage masturbation sessions, and you almost can't believe that Tricia is here in person and about 30 feet away from you. She certainly has aged, but she still looks stunning with her long hair, perfect smile, and lean figure. You move closer, pushing past a few fans, and you can see that she's wearing a low-cut black top that magnificently shows off her breasts.

Without giving it another thought, you keep going, nudging your through to the velvet rope. 1 of the security guys sees you approach and is about to tell you to keep your distance, when he notices your gold VIP badge. He shrugs and unclips the rope, letting you through while holding off the rest of the fans, and you suddenly find yourself with a lot more space and standing 2 feet from Tricia as she strikes a pose for the cameras. Once she's done and turns to walk off to go to her green room, you intercept her.

"Hi! I'm John," you say, offering your hand.

"Hi John!" Trica shakes your hand with a firm, cold grip. She glances down at your gold badge and must have concluded that you're here to escort her, because she goes on to say, "Thanks for showing me the way!"

You smile and decide to go with it, leading her to the back area to get her situated. Luckily, once you get back there, directions are clear and the green rooms for the stars are prominently labeled that you have minimal issues pretending like you know what you're doing as you gamely escort Tricia to her designated room. As you open the door and hold it for her to enter, you bite your lower lip, wondering what you should do next.