Driving to ComicCon

For the next fifteen minutes, Tanya did her best impression of a friendly, outgoing woman, who just wanted to make sure Rachel was okay, and see if there was anything she could do to help. That it was a **** act showed through in her awkward buddy-buddy, high-pitched voice, but at this point her only real option was to make Rachel ultimately like her.

"So, look, I'd be more than happy to help you get the attention of the guys back at the store!" Tanya was saying, in a bubbly, sisterly way, when Rachel's patience for Tanya's feeble attempts finally broke.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that!" Rachel retorted, "because I've got a feeling our little adventure is going to help achieve exactly that."

That shut Tanya up, and Rachel glanced over to give her an evil smirk.

"Since you've dipped your feet into the world of comics, I figure it's time you get the full experience! And the fact that you'll be helping me write a hugely popular review of ComicCon while we're at it, well, that's just the icing on the cake!"

"Huh?" Tanya said, still none the wiser as to what this nerd could possibly be getting at. "ComicCon?"

Tanya had at least heard about ComicCon. Matt occasionally talked about it, and seemed to be under the impression that the two of them should go and check it out. Tanya was under the impression that Matt was delusional if he ever thought she'd waste a weekend like that. But, wasn't ComicCon in San Diego?

Tanya looked back at Rachel. "We're driving to... San Diego?" she said, perplexed and concerned by the huge drive ahead.

Rachel sighed and rolled her eyes. "Do you know nothing, you stupid bitch?"

Rachel shook her head slowly, as if you ask the heavens how it was possible that Tanya could be this dense.

"Yes, the San Diego ComicCon is very famous, well done on jumping to an obviously stupid conclusion. Believe it or not, there are dozens of ComicCons all over the country."

Rachel paused for a moment to switch lanes, and indicated a bag that Tanya had failed to notice lay waiting for her on the back seat.

"You and I are going to our local ComicCon, and don't worry about the fact that you're clearly inappropriately dressed. I've just got the outfit for you to fix that!"

Tanya groaned, and threw her head back. She'd had enough of embarrassing outfits to last a lifetime.

"Look, can I just give you money?" Tanya pleaded.

Rachel snorted, and jerked a thumb at the bag again.

"I don't need your money. I don't want your money."

Rachel arched an eyebrow, and gave Tanya a piercing look.

"However, since you're offering, I will take your top and skirt, thank you very much."

Tanya's mouth dropped open, even if she'd secretly suspected that this was coming.

"Oh, come on Rachel!" Tanya said, "We don't need to do th.."

Rachel laughed, and cut her off before Tanya could even finish her sentence.

"You're right! We don't have to do any of this. How about I find an exit, turn us around, and drive us back? Drop you off outside your house? Would you like that?"

Tanya nodded mutely, with a hang-dog expression on her face.

"... of course then," Rachel continued, "I'll drive back to my place, log on to my computer, upload a video of you having your naked ass spanked, and tag it with your full name and address. Would you like that?"

Tanya shuck her head vigorously, and her eyes were as wide as dinner plates as the cruel **** that Rachel was proposing. Eventually, Tanya found her voice.

"What are you... well, umm, what are you asking me to do?" she whispered, uncomfortably.

"I'm not asking you to do anything Tanya. I'm telling you to take off your top and skirt. Now."