The Convention

You are Scott. Also 21, 6 foot, basic body but not too muscular, and you keep your black hair well cut and short. You are on a spontaneous vacation with your best friend, Anna. The two of you have been friends since you were kids and lived next door to each other. You have become even more close during college. You share everything with each other, but nothing sexual has ever happened. Anna has shoulder length red hair, large breasts, and a pale complexion. She looks a little like Christina Hendricks.

Anna had originally planned to spend most of her summer break with her boyfriend Dave. But at the last minute he got an internship in New York that he couldn't pass up. You have plans with your girlfriend, Erin, but not for a couple of weeks. She wants to spend a couple of weeks back home before the two of you plan to go on vacation to her summer house in Florida. Anna suggested that in the mean time the two of you should go on a trip. It sounded better than doing nothing back home, so you agreed and later that day the two of you were in the car and off to the beach.

"What does that say?" Anna says, lowering her sunglasses as you pull into the resort's parking lot.

You look up at the sign that Anna is talking about. "Welcome convention goers." You had no idea there was going to be a convention. What kind of convention is happening at the resort?

You pull into a spot and both of you hop out of the SUV. Anna stretches her back and you almost get caught looking at her impressive rack. She may be your best friend, but you cannot help it sometimes.

You both leaves your bags in the car for now as you had inside to check in and find out what is going on with this convention. You hope it won't ruin the week.

As the two of you walk through the front doors you get quite a surprise. Hanging from the ceiling is a huge banner announcing just what kind of convention you'll be spending the week with.