You see Allison entering the room

You see a guy with a tablet in a gimbal rig and a lady with a microphone walk into the auditorium through the nearest set of doors. They see the signs and immediately begin removing their bottoms.

In the lights of the door you can see that the woman has shorter red hair with a cute ponytail. Then you recognize her: it's the reporter from last con, Allison!

As you leave Kim behind one of her coworkers approaches and softly asks if Kim would be opposed to him fucking her in the ass, now that it looks like it's ready and won't be as uncomfortable. You don't hear her response as you leave, but you figure you'll find out what happened soon enough.

Allison is wearing (on top at least) a tight purple shirt and a small green scarf. You realize it's a modernized version of the redhead from that old cartoon about hippie kids solving crimes with a talking dog. It strikes you that there are certainly a lot of redheads in popular media these days.

"Mr. Doe!" she exclaims, noticing you approaching. "What did you think of the video?" She doesn't even wait for a response. "I thought it was all right, but it seems like I can only see the comments talking about my tits. I swear there were even more of them for that video, for some reason!"

"That's interesting," you respond, "I would have though there's be more people talking about being able to see your pussy."

She laughs. "Well, I guess the viewers will have another chance for that this time," she says, gesturing to her neatly trimmed red bush and plainly visible slit. "But I won't be alone, John, eh?" She nods meaningfully to your semi-soft, but hardening, dick. "It looks wet?"

You smile, and gesture behind you where you can see Kim with her coworker rocking into her. "The attendees are very helpful this year," you joke.

"Well, it's very impressive, John." Her eyebrows raise. "And shit, Mitch, I knew you had nice recording equipment, but I had no idea what you were packing downstairs! It's almost as impressive as John's."

The cameraman, Mitch apparently, grunts a noncommittal thanks back to her. "Are you ready to start, Allison?" he asks. "We could get some introductory footage of you explaining the setup here."

"Could I tag along?" you find yourself asking.

"Well," she says, "normally it's a good idea to have people not be nearby, but I do like watching that thing bob around in front of you. Just don't interrupt, all right?"

You promise to behave and make sure to keep behind Mitch as he tells her to start. Allison begins walking at an angle, almost backwards, down the aisle as she explains the rules. You're surprised when she stumbles over her words as a nearby orgasm interrupts her train of thought, but you figure editing will catch it as she starts her sentence over again.

As you approach the players you worry about if you'll be interrupting the event. Luckily, it seems that time has flown by and the round had ended before you'd even been aware of it.

You approach the brunette in the thin, black bikini top. The game hasn't started, but she's still slowly writhing her ass as she sits near her game on her male partner who is lying down on a bench. Allison introduces herself and starts to ask her questions about the event.

They have an interesting back-and-forth discussion while the bikini girl begins writhing faster and faster. Soon, she's grabbing one of her tits, pushing it out of the bikini cup and starts flicking the nipple with her finger.

"That's very interesting," Allison says, unfazed by the pleasure evident in front of her. "So you earn most of your score through playing the game as usual. And how else can you earn points?"

The bikini girl closes her eyes as her mouths seems to try to stay open in a gasp as she talks. "I'm -grunt- trying to show you, -oh!- actually..." She gives a low moan and suddenly her waist slows its rolling to a stop. The one nipple under the thumb is jutting out from her tit, but her other nipple is nearly as obvious through the bikini material. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she yells, curling her shoulders forward as she groans deeply. In a few moments she catches her breath and, face glowing with a smile, looks up at Allison. "That's the O-Score," she says between heavy breaths.

"Oh, and by 'O-Score' I assume that stands for 'orgasm?'" Allison asks, and the bikini girl nods, taking her hand away from her naked tit as impressively barely droops. "And that was your orgasm or his?"

"Mine," she smiles. Then suddenly her mouth drops open again as her partner forcibly lifts her slightly with is hips and you hear him groan. "I guess, shit! I guess I spoke too soon," the bikini girl giggles. Then her face immediately falls. "Carl! We could have used a double 'O' during the next round, what were you thinking?" Her partner, still hard to see underneath everything, seems to shrug, and the bikini girl sighs theatrically and lifts herself off of Carl with a wet plop. She grabs some paper towels, and begins cleaning Carl's dick. Allison directs her cameraman to zoom in on the sight of the bikini girl's creampie that is starting to flow from her pussy before the cameraman suggests they move on.