A celeb-filled convention

"Double-X Con" Emma answers, much to your confusion.

"Wha?" You say wondering, if you really have no idea what's going on, or if the strangeness of the sexual encounter is leaving you more puzzled than usual.

"It's a Con... you know, like ComicCon. It's nerdy."

"Oh." you answer zipping up your pants, unsure of why you should be happy about it. You're not really into the nerd-scene that much.

Emma grimaces, "You've never heard of it."

"Triple-X Con? No I haven't" you say.

"Double-X" Emma corrects you. "As in chromosomes. As in all women?" Things are starting to make a little sense. "Its a convention celebrating sci-fi and gaming and all the things conventions celebrate that's limited to all women."

You still don't answer. Why would she take you to a place that you're not allowed?

"You don't get it do you?" Emma asks. You hate to seem dense, but you don't. "Men aren't allowed to go as speakers or guests... but we need them to do the heavy lifting and stuff."

"So you just want me to do... hard labor for you?" You start to wonder if this is some strange fetish of hers.

"You're not very bright are you? Thank god you've got a nice cock" Emma says with a joking tone. Still, you give her a look. She smiles and jabs you with an elbow., "I'm kidding... not the part about your cock though."

You shake your head, wondering where this is going. "You need to explain better." you say, trying to keep the tone joking.

"When this convention full of women... some of them famous, get horny, and they need dick, where do you think they turn?"

And finally it starts to dawn on you.

"The women-to-men ratio at this thing is like fifty-to-one. And trust me when women get **** to suck cock, they don't always care about waiting one at a time."

Your manhood shifts again, just at this suggestion, and at curiosity as to how Emma knows this. But no need to seem dumber than you already do. So you nod, and Emma gives you a peck on the cheek, squeezes your crotch and heads out the door. But not before turning and saying. "Friday... I'll be back."

And she is, standing in front of the store again in two days time. You've taken the weekend off work, but still show up to meet her there. She smiles when she sees you.

"Ready to go?" she asks and you nod. Emma wears a pretty, flirty, gray wrap dress with a few white flowers on it, ending several good inches above her knee. It seems modest enough for the serious women in attendance at this thing while still providing easy enough access to the goods underneath.

A man walks passed you from the parking lot heading into the adult store, staring at Emma, seemingly shocked at who he's just seen. And you realize you're about to live out his fantasy. You're about to live out a lot of men's fantasies.

"You should drive. Men are only allowed to this thing if they're working. So you should be my driver." Emma says.

You shuffle into the driver's seat and start the car. You start to ask, "Are the women at this thing really that...."

"Severely horny?" Emma finishes your question for you in her bouncy, raspy, sexy voice. "Start driving and I'll show you."

Emma has almost finished sucking you off as you pull into the parking garage of the downtown Omni Hotel. Finally as you stop the car you have a chance to look down at her, as she leans over from the passenger seat, her face in your lap, bobbing up and down. She brings her hand over and pushes her hair out of her face over her ear, giving you a good look at her as she finally pulls her lips off your thick member, strands of spittle following her as she goes.

When she sits back up, she licks her lips and swallows. "I have a panel on how to play a superhero's girlfriend in the evening, but until then we can go to any event you want?" She tosses you a schedule.

There are lots of amazing events at this thing. But you immediately see one that appeals to you.