No, she answers Daniel's text.

I'd rather claw my eyes out than sit and watch ten seconds of DBZ; Mary thought as she typed away to return Daniel's message.

OMW. Can't wait 2 see what you've got 4 me to wear. - Mary

Sorry, John should have had better taste in anime; Mary thought as she made her way to the elevator.

Now that the con was getting underway, the wait for the for an empty elevator was much longer than it had been the other night. Why am I doing this? I should have just gone in and watched that childish cartoon with John. Instead, I'm going up to look at photos of me sucking off a stranger while I was dressed up as DC Comics resident homicidal slut.

The Elevator dinged to signal its arrival. After the inhabitants had vacated the lift, Mary paused for a minute as her resolve wavered. The doors started to close without her on board. Fuck it! Mary's hand shot out to stop the door from shutting. She slid in and pushed the button for Daniel's floor.

Mary smiled nervously at the other passengers. "There's so much to do. I really need a clone of myself to accomplish everything that I want to."

Tense stares were the only response to Mary's anxious declaration. Mary tapped her foot **** for the ride to end. Oh God, just hurry up and get to my floor. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the elevator halted, and the doors opened. Mary did not hesitate to exit.

Mary practically ran down the hall. "Sorry, Sorry," she blurted out numerous times as she shouldered past the mid-morning con-goers. Mary's fist anxiously knocked on Daniel's door as soon as she reached it.

The door quickly opened to reveal Daniel grinning from ear to ear. Without saying a word he grabbed Mary by the arm and dragged her into the room. "You're a star. A fucking Star!"

"What are you talking about?" Mary asked shocked by his sudden declaration.

"This," Daniel replied as he clicked on an icon on his computer that brought up an early 2000's looking website.

On the screen were several male and female cosplaying couples. At least I'm not the only one handling some strangers dick; Mary thought as she looked at the many women dressed up as superheroes, anime characters, and movie stars either blowing or fucking a dude dressed in the same manner.

"Yeah so for the second round we're going to make it a bit spicier," came a familiar voice.

Mary spun around and saw a man dressed as DC comic's version of Ares the God of War step from the hotel bathroom. "Mr. J?"

The armor clad man walked over to where the dumbfounded girl stood. "Ah, you recognize my voice. This time though I'm a god instead of a clown. And you will be the princess that submits to my minion and me."

As he placed his hand on Mary's shoulder, a charge went through her. God damn, there is something so hot about doing this stuff with a guy I wouldn't recognize if he bumped into me at the con. Being a bit of a slut can be fun.

"So I'm Wonder Woman huh?" Mary asked as she turned back to Daniel.

Daniel was already holding up the classic red and blue costume while the lasso, sword, shield, and tiara were laid out on the bed. "You'll be the perfect princess to war against the evil god."

Mary took the costume and examined it. It's well made he's really gone all out for this.

"So if you boys will just wait I'll change and be right back," Mary said as she headed towards the bathroom.

Daniel stepped in front of her a sly grin on his face. "Sorry, no can do. I'm afraid the bathroom is occupied. You'll have to change out here. Besides it's not like we haven't seen what you have to offer."

Mary paused for a few seconds and shot Daniel a disapproving look. I don't fucking care if you do have me on camera sucking some stranger's cock. It's rude to assume I'm fine getting naked in front of you and Ares. Finally, Mary relented and walked over to the corner and began to strip.

"Perfect in every way. Just like the Amazonian princess," Ares said with a whistle as Mary stepped out of her panties.

Mary was both annoyed and turned on as the men continued to blatantly stare at her as she changed. "You boys keep staring like that your eyeballs are like to fall out."

"Oh, you're definitely affecting our balls," Daniel replied sarcastically. "Now step over here and pick up your lasso and as soon as our OTHER MODEL get's out here, we'll be ready to go," Daniel loudly emphasized the other model part and as if on cue the door to the bathroom swung open.

"Hold your horses, I had to wait till the prosthetics set and the body paint dried," Said a female voice. "You want this to look good or like a blurry mess?"

Out from the bathroom walked a tall, beautiful svelte woman who looked like Liam Sharpe's Cheetah had just stepped off the page of the comic.

Mary's jaw slacked as the woman moved over to them as graceful as the character she was portraying.

"Ok, ready for still shots?" Daniel asked as he set up an expensive looking digital camera.