The morning comes...

Lynn went in and out of sleep over the course of the night that followed their bombastic orgy. Each time she awoke, she thought that everything that had happened was only a dream, only to find one of her fellow cosplayers’ naked bodies pressed up against her own under the blanket. It had all really happened. She had... debauched herself. Gone down on a woman, gotten fucked in the face. Lynn blushed, hard, at the memory.

One time when she found herself half-awake in the early hours of the morning, she glanced over to find that Kiona had Marigold in all fours, her ass in the air, and that the bodybuilder was going down on the blonde from behind. Marigold was trying to keep silent, but the occasional moan escaped her.

Another time she woke to find that the blanket had been pulled away. She nearly brought it back up to her shoulders before she realized that Joy was sitting in a nearby chair, staring down at her friends’ naked bodies and penetrating herself, fast and hard, with a thick rubber dildo. Lynn left the blanket where it was at her thighs and fell asleep again.

When morning came Lynn walked to the bathroom and opened the door to find Terri leaning up against the wall, with Kiona on her knees between her legs, sucking her clit and stroking her inside with two fingers. They didn’t notice her.

“Fine,” Lynn muttered. “I’ll go shower somewhere else.”

She left the hotel room in a bathrobe and found Kiona’s room. Lynn retrieved the nearby keycard from the usual B.B. hiding place and slipped inside, praying that no one had seen her. She didn’t want to deal with fans, not this much-too-bright morning, and she sure as hell didn’t want to end up in some cosplay mag wearing a skimpy bathrobe.

She sat on the toilet as she waited for the shower to warm up and pulled out her phone. Much to her surprise, she found that she had dozens— hundreds!— of notifications, emails, texts, and more. What the hell had happened? Lynn smiled to herself. Finally someone must have noticed her beauty and her incredible cosplays. It was about time.

The first thing she turned to was a cosplay news site, excited to see what people were saying about her. To her horror, though, the image attached to the front page story wasn’t her at all!

A close-up of Marigold’s face and tits, streaked with black mascara tears and covered with the thickest load of cum that Lynn had ever seen in her life.

Lynn’s breath caught. Her eyes found the headline: SEX FIEND ‘BB BRIGADE’ COSPLAY ORGIES EXPOSED!

She didn’t intend to but she clicked the story. Inside she found dozens of images of the B.B. Brigade’s orgy— they could have only been taken by Jakey. There was another set of pictures, all of Marigold as she stripped for the camera and fucked herself with a vibrator and then plugged her own ass, finally ending with the cumshot that had been the header image. The text of the article outlined everything that had happened the night before in sickeningly explicit detail— so explicit that Lynn’s hand was between her legs, stroking her wet cunt as she read in horror the 100% true account of the night before.

Everyone in the cosplay world knew what she and the rest of the B.B. Brigade had done last night.