The Scarlet Witch

Using his powers of suggestion, Randy got into the convention for free and with an all-access pass. He looked around at the collection of nerds and geeks until he came across a magnificent site. A very busy women in a very tight Scarlet Witch costume.

Randy watched as a couple of nerdy guys, one dressed like Luke Skywalker, and one dressed like Dr. Strange walk up to her. "Can we get a photo with you?" one asked.

"Five bucks," said the busty cosplayer. She stuck her chest out a bit.

The boys shifted nervously on their feet. Randy could see the Stars Wars guy get a hard-on. He fished out a five and handed it to the girl. She let them take a selfie with her.

After the nerds left, Randy walked up to the Witch. "So, you charge guys for a photo with you? Are you famous?"

"What's it to you. No one is forcing them to take a photo with me. It's not like they'd ever get a shot with a woman like me," the Witch said with her hands on her hips. "So this is a cheap thrill for them."

"But you're the Scarlet Cocksucker," said Randy.

"Oh, I...I am."

"Yes, and as the Scarlet Cocksucker, you _must _ask any guy who wants a photo with you if he wants his cock-sucked. If he does, then as the Scarlet Cocksucker, you must take him to the men's room and give him a super-hero worthy blowjob, and free of charge!"

"Oh, I...I...know that!" she said.

"It's against the law to dress like the Scarlet Cocksucker and not act like her! The Scarlet Cocksucker must suck cock, lots and lots of cock, and have cum sprayed on her face and tits. If your face and tits aren't covered with cum by closing time, you'll be arrested for false impersonation of a super-hero. Should I report you?"

"No! I'll do it!"