Emily’s partner exposes her.

Emily didn’t know what to do. None of the other dancers had been bottomless on stage. Batgirl had had both her bra and panties on when she had left the stage. How had she, the total newbie, ended up as the one with only her hand blocking the crowd from getting a view of her pussy?

The Nightwing cosplayer didn’t seem to mind her distress, or his role in it. His hands were still roughly groping her, taking her breath away. He lowered his lips to her neck, and she shuddered, terrified of falling off of her feet completely. Emily wasn’t even dancing anymore, she was just squirming against this strange, sensual man, but the crowd loved it. They were cheering louder now than she had heard them cheering even for the real dancers. She went more and more red the more he touched her.

Then his hand went to her wrist. “Wait,” she said quietly. He wasn’t really going to, was he...? Her breath caught and she fell silent as he bit her neck.

He didn’t wait. He pulled her hand away silently, exposing her landing strip and her swollen lips to everyone. They howled, and screamed, and cheered. Emily was mortified, but honestly, she felt like she was about to cum. And he had only been touching her tits!