John finds out just who sucked his dick.

Terri, red-faced and breathing harder than a hundred-meter dash, did the best she could to clean up. There were still wet spots on her bomber jacket's collar, but hey- no stain, no gain. The dynamic duo made their escape from the unit, sans their merch-turned-cum wipe. Hopefully nobody they knew liked memey t-shirts.

Terri led the way, with a new spring in her step.

"Feeling better, big boy?" Terri glanced over her shoulder, her gaze lingering on John's pants.

John didn't even bother to keep his eyes from drifting down to her asstastic tights. The way they hugged her fit, firm curves, showing off her every flex of her tight cheeks... he had to have more of her. He wanted to rip those tights off her legs, bend her over and plow her until she couldn't walk straight.

John laughed. "Everything's bloody fantastic back here."

"Watch your cheeky mouth, you!"

"Or what? You'll pull me aside for round two?"

"Oh, behave! Lynn's not going to like you one bit."

"Who's Lynn?" John asked. "I think you mentioned her earlier. Is she a cosplayer too?"

"Uh..." Terri slowed her pace just a little. "Have you heard the name Bunny Hapa?"

John scratched his head. "Bunny Hapa... Bunny Hapa... Oh! The Twitch cosplayer! Asian, super energetic, probably low Masters? I think I see her popping to the top of the Overwatch streams every so often."

What John didn't say was that Bunny Hapa was hot. Fucking hot. Like, primo whack-off material, the kind you save for a long night with no visitors. The girl was the golden goose of cosplayers: always peppy, always in-character, always happy to see new fans- and with a body that had guys and girls alike begging her to do a swimsuit shoot, wear something with cleavage, anything that showed more of her perfect figure.

"Yeah," Terri bit her lip. "That's Lynn."

John skidded to a halt and the heavyset guy behind him nearly bowled him over. He didn't notice.

"You know Bunny Hapa?"

"Not really," Terri said, suddenly nervous. "I just know her from class. And she kind of... invited me to come with her to SAX. Said I'd make a good Tracer for a group cosplay thing."

"Oh my God," John breathed. He was going to meet one of the hottest girls online, plus her friends, each one in full cosplay? And he had a guaranteed "in" with their Tracer?

"She's really nice in person," Terri lied. She sighed and turned around (again, John had zero objections), and started walking. "Look, just pretend she's a normal girl, okay? You're going to get along with her just fine. I'm sure of it!"

Not possible, John thought. That girl is every guy's dream.

"Wait," John said "Did you say it was a group cosplay thing?"

"Yeah," Terri said. "We've got LadyOfWar-"

Unf.

"AngrySchnauzer-"

Double unf.

"And LittleLambX3."

Fucking YES.

"I think I've heard of them," John said.

"Think you can get along with them?" Terri asked. "They're kind of a handful."

"I promise I'll be on my best behavior."