The Anime Room

"I don't want to be seen in public with you," Mary sneered.

"The anime room it is," The con troll replied. He reached out and took Mary by the hand. With a firm yank, he led her out of the convention center that housed the dealer's hall. "It's dark in there. No one will be able to recognize you from any of the other sluts."

Fuck, that backfired; Mary thought as she followed her captor through the crowd on the end of the man's sweaty hand. Yeah, no one will see me, but that may be the problem. Stuck in a dark room with this guy for hours.

Mary frantically looked around hoping to see a familiar face as she was led through the crowd as they made their way to the far hotel that housed the anime room. Where is Susan, John,{if Anne's Contact Info = 1}Anne,{endif}{if Misty's Contact Info = 1}Misty,{endif} or anybody really.

Mary continued to search in vain for anyone familiar to save her from her fate. Finally, she gave up hope as the plethora of Sailor Moon cosplayers signaled that they were just outside the video room. "So what's this Berserk about?"

The trolls face lit up. "And you call yourself a fan. Why Berserk is the most violent and therefore greatest anime of all time. None of those feelings and stuff that ruin most animes. Just killin', blood, and tits."

With an excited tug, the troll pulled Mary into the viewing room. Several rows of padded seats lined the large meeting suite. Only a small empty center aisle leading to the front broke the wave of chairs. Quickly he hastened Mary down to an empty row that was just past halfway toward the front. Instead of sitting next to the aisle or even in the middle of the row the troll chose the seats closest to the wall.

"Why here?" Mary asked as they took their seats.

"You'll see," The troll replied with a devilish grin.

The crowd soon filtered in. Most of the audience spread out. Even as show time grew closer the room remained sparsely populated. Then just before the movie fired to life a skinny, a stringy-haired pasty white guy slid in right beside Mary.

"Good to see you man," the scrawny dude whispered. Then leering at Mary in such a way to make her skin crawl. "I knew you'd come through but damn this girl is cute and pure."

The troll snickered a bit. "I wouldn't use pure at least not after last night. But yeah she's a real treat, and best of all for a few dollars she'll get all slutty for ya."

Mary squirmed at the dig at her character. Liar! I only did that stuff last night because you had a pregnancy scare over my head, and now you're blackmailing me with the pictures you **** me to take.

"Good thing I brought lot's of cash then," the slimeball said as he pulled out a pocket full of bills.

"Well, Mary you seem pretty popular. You stick with me all weekend you might go home with more money than you started with," the troll taunted.

"Oh yeah, it's true girl," the scrawny man added. "I've got plenty, and the more you're willing to do the more I'm willing to pay." The man then shoved a banknote in Mary's pocket before running his hand up Mary's inner thigh.

"We're in public," Mary scolded as she stopped the slimeball's hand just before it reached her crotch.

The stringy-haired man leaned in close. "That's what makes it all the more exciting." He then took his free hand and shoved it inside Mary's shirt snaking it inside her bra and tweaking her nipple.

Mary was shocked. Unable to move to stop the groping she looked around hoping no one was seeing what was happening to her. Thank god everyone here is fixated on this shitty anime. Mary closed her eyes as the slimeball pushed his hand she had been holding free and began to caress Mary's pussy over her jeans.

"Hold up there friend," the troll said bringing his friend's groping to a halt.

"As much I enjoy what I'm seeing I would be a poor friend to our dear Mary if I didn't stop you. Well, that is unless you're willing to pay to keep playing?"