Questioning Miku

"So let me get this straight," said John, "I can ask you, or anyone, as many questions as I want with no commitment or penalty and you have to answer them?"

"That's right," said Ginny. She looked defeated. Her eyes were downcast and she was barely mumbling in his direction. It was a good look for her.

"Well then," he began, "tell me a little about the high profile guests."

"Can't you just read their blurbs in the Convention Manual like everyone else? The line is getting longer by the minute..."

John held up his hand and smirked. "Just answer the question Ginny."

Ginny let out a sigh. "Fine. Todd Haberkorn is a big draw. He always has the longest autograph lines..."

John leaned forward onto the registration desk. "There isn't much of a brain between those cute little ears of yours is there? You think I give a shit about the male guests? Especially ones who come to WeebCon literally every year? Tell me about the women."

Ginny let out an "Eep!" before continuing.

"Cristina Vee is here. She's pretty high profile. The Con almost wasn't able to book her. We also have panels that feature Colleen Clinkenbeard, Laura Bailey and Caitlin Glass..."

"Oh great! You have a whole gaggle of casual tier dub voice actors. This badge sure was worth the price of admission."

John dramatically rolled his eyes while Ginny recoiled even further.

"Um," she stammered, "It's what people like..."

"It's not what I like you little green haired slut!"

Ginny bristled noticeably at his tone. Finding some courage she put her feet beneath her and stood from her chair. She was a dainty 5'3 but her eyes flashed with rage. The exchange they were having had also caught the attention of other staff members and a few attendees behind him.

"You can't talk to me like that! If I file a complaint then I could have you banned from the convention. The code of conduct states that..."

"Is there a problem here?"

A big man sporting a full neckbeard stepped forward and was glowering in John's direction. He looked like a large bulldog who had eaten too many Cheetos. There were even orange specks on the man's jeans that implied he had been indulging recently. John cleared his throat.

"No problem friend. I was just utilizing one of the privileges of my VIP badge. Ginny was just answering some of my questions about the guests you have attending this year."

The rotund white knight continued to glower like an inbred gorilla.

"Well, you could ask you questions in a nicer way. Staff members work hard to support the con and shouldn't be treated like..."

John put up his hand. "I have a question for you actually."

The man paused and said slowly "I'll, uh, answer to the best of my ability but if I could just get a confirmation that you understand..."

"If you were to fuck Ginny's brains out, what position would you prefer?"

Ginny's eyes grew wide as Cheeto Bulldog's face took on a pinkish hue. He definitely looked more like a pig than a dog now.

"Um...uh...I," his eyes shifted uncomfortably from the blushing Miku cosplayer to the VIP badge holder.

"Answer the question dipshit. How would you fuck little Ginny?

"Doggystyle," he mumbled in what was barely a whisper.

"Oh? Think she has a nice ass?"

Pig-Dog nodded wordlessly.

"And her tits too. Can't you just imagine kneading them with your greasy little sausage fingers?"

Again he nodded, only this time it was sweatier.

"Are you imagining fucking her right now?"

The greasy staffer bowed his head. Now he too looked defeated. He answered the question with a barely perceptible nod.

John turned back to Hatsune Ginny who was quivering with rage.

"Ginny, would you ever have sex with a guy like this?"

"I have a boyfriend..."

"I didn't ask for your life's story. If you were single would you ever have sex with... what's your name?"

"Brady," said the fat man to the floor.

"Brady. Would you ever allow for Brady to get behind you and stick you with his man meat?"

Ginny shook her head vigorously. To John's delight he saw a look pass over Brady's face that implied that the emphatic head shaking had struck a nerve.

"Why?"

"Well..because...he's...um" Ginny looked at Brady apologetically. "He's fat. And he is ugly. And he smells bad. And..."

"You don't have to give so MANY answers," Brady said sullenly.

The gears in John's head were turning now. Should he punish Ginny and Brady with a bit of public humiliation? Should he dismiss Brady and keep interrogating Ginny? Or maybe it was time to get his dick wet and recruit his first Harem Girl.