See the sights

You gaze around you in a daze. Women in outfits ranging from barbarians to sci-fi secretaries move from booth to booth around you, and you could have any one of them that you want. You find yourself zoning out for a moment contemplating the possibilities, but some people brushing by you spur you back into motion. You got booths to visit and merch to buy! At least until your refractory period is over.

You wander the stalls seeing some impressive displays put up by the tech companies and the latest video games. You wander around for a bit and mange to score an awesome poster of some guy in massive armor decapitating an orc. Its not something you would put on display, but it will make a fine addition to your game room. Next up you get a burlap sack from the World of Porkcraft: a farming simulation game booth. It looks a little silly, but at least its nice and big. You are about to go to the latest Call of Shooty game booth when you see a couple of women walk in one of the secondary entrances in some kind of futuristic space soldier armor that leaves their midriffs exposed. The woman in front is obviously experienced and leads the second younger looking girl over towards their booth. She has a nice rack and wide hips, the very definition of "fuckable." The second girl has her hand over her stomach and obviously feels exposed. She has a petite frame and just looks so adorably ****.

You feel a stirring of your loins and decide to follow these two. As you cross the convention floor you lose sight of them in the press of bodies, but after a little while you notice the two of them are now manning a booth for some web-comic. As you approach they finish setting out the last of their merch. They are selling print versions of the comic, and posters featuring the main character wearing armor similar to what they both are currently wearing.

You walk up to them. The petite girl looks much more comfortable behind a booth and isn't hunched up as much, showcasing her cute chest.

"I love your outfits," you say as you approach. "Are you guys doing cosplay or is that just your uniforms?"

The more confident woman smiles at you as she responds, "Leslie here made them. I was thinking of entering some of the contests later, she did such a good job. Anyway I'm Rebecca, author of this comic, Did you want to buy a copy?"

Turning to the woman you want, you say, "Actually, since you are both doing cosplay, would it be all right if I fucked you real quick?"

(I have Searcher0595's permission to duplicate his chapters here.)