“Passes please,” both girls had smiles plastered on their faces that I read as fake a mile away.
Some of the people they were letting in were clearly in the business and dressed like this was a sales convention. They were here to scout up-and-coming talent, offer deals, or representation opportunities. The other guys waiting – because ninety-five percent of the people in line were dudes – looked like they’d just crawled up from their parent’s basement; all pasty skin, greasy hair, and cologne that could choke out a dragon. You could tell the girls’ smiles were fake because they smiled at the basement dwellers the same as the talent scouts.
“Sir, ma’am, I’m sorry but . . .” one of the girls, with the security guard hot on her six-inch heels, started to tell us we needed to go to the back of the line.
Then they saw our passes with VIP written in big, yellow letters; and Very Important Penis written beneath it. I still got a kick out of the acronym. “Oh, I’m sorry,” the girl really turned up the wattage on her smile, and the guard said something into the communication’s gear attached to his lapel.
She accepted all four of our passes and scanned them. No one used actual tickets anymore, and four affirmative beeps told the girl and guard we were indeed important. The clearance procedure also gave them time to roll out the red carpet.
“Welcome,” a woman appeared from the shadows behind the door. “My name is Layla, and I’m here to be your personal liaison for today,” she extended her hand to me, I shook it, and instantly knew she was a vamp.
I guess in a business where sucking was one of the core functions, a vamp would feel right at home; especially a born vamp where things stayed perky and tight for a long time. However, Layla didn’t feel like talent. If anything, she was management. She still wore the white blouse, showing plenty of cleavage, and a black skirt that seemed to be the default uniform of the people working the event. I couldn’t help but zero in on her chest – so sue me – for a second longer than was socially acceptable, before glancing up to meet her eyes.
I almost kicked myself for being so stupid when they made contact, but quickly breathed out a sigh of relief. She wasn’t an elder, and even if she was, I didn’t know if she could bespell me through my glamour. That was a question for Lark. What I did know was that she was giving me the once over.
Like with Dani, I’d gone a different way with my own disguise. On the off chance the Fae discovered I knew how to work a glamour, I suspected they would expect me to take advantage; I’m talking rippling muscles, shoulders like a Greek god, and legs as thick as tree trunks. Instead, I gave the old spy craft a shot, and went the opposite direction.
The Cam Dupree Layla saw was over six and a half feet tall, but built like a beanpole that a light breeze could knock over. Tall, skinny, with a pinched face, skin that didn’t see enough sunlight, bushy eyebrows, and a bulbous nose stood out beneath hair that was too long. I’d at least made it silky and smooth, so I didn’t look like an unwashed hobo. I was in jeans, a t-shirt, and a coat that easily cost triple digits – despite my crack about not spending thirty bucks on a t-shirt – but no one in their right mind would call me handsome. I was a four, maybe a five if a girl was wearing beer goggles.
I did take one liberty. It’s a little embarrassing, but I had to give it a shot. I wanted to know how it felt to be packing a foot-long as my third leg; and honestly, it was weird. It changed up my whole gait, and constantly tried to poke its tip out the bottom of my now-too-short boxers. If anything, it was constantly annoying me.
Layla didn’t know that. I saw her mind churn trying to figure out how the hell this tall, ugly dude was connected enough to get a VIP pass. This wasn’t any random porn show, it was a premium event. She didn’t know we were cabal, and we wanted to keep it that way.
“If you’ll follow me, I’ve got an itinerary, map, and list of guest speakers you might want to check out,” she led us inside and to a table off to the right; where other attractive men and women were waiting to play tour guide to people with deep pockets.
I looked past the VIP table and nearly tripped over my new lanky legs. The convention hall was huge. I gawked for a moment at the sheer size, and how it could be packed to the gills with people, tables, and exhibitions. Just in the first few tables, I spotted a goth girl with big titties, plaid mini-skirt, and fishnet stockings trying to sell dildos – I shit you not – that looked like dragon cocks. Since I’m pretty sure a dragon cock was the size of a fucking howitzer, and packed the punch of one too, I guessed the designers didn’t know what the hell they were talking about. Still, the goth chick spoke to prospective customers about how hard she came when she used this particular brand.
“Talk about a sales pitch,” I watched her pretend to shove the dildo in her pussy and make pleasure-filled faces. It wasn’t a surprise when the people around her started buying.
Layla checked us in on a super-secret VIP laptop and gathered her supplies while I watched dragon-cock lady. Dani had to pull on my elbow to keep me moving. Layla started the tour by letting us know the layout and handing over some maps. There were three main boulevards down the room where all the major players in porn were set up. There, they advertised their latest movies, talent, and products. Adam and Eve had a huge table right in the center of everything, and Pornhub, the Google of porn, was another prominent display with several girls dancing in cages like this was some European rave.
We wandered down one of the boulevards and took a turn into one of the several alleys that cut between the major routes every so often. The tables here were cheaper to purchase, and served a more niche clientele. I saw advertising for a lot of fetishes, more artistic works from legit painters, comic producers, and even popular harem authors that could scrounge together the cash to be here. We emerged out into the second boulevard and hit the hentai and anime section. From the faces of the people working the booths, I expected they were used to having more space. Right next to them was the supernatural section. Here, shifters of all shapes and sizes tried to rope in potential customers.
I saw a horse shifter walking around with a flaccid, foot-long cock. If I hadn’t seen a troll’s cock before, I would have been stunned. The horse guy had a nice little following of men and women gathered around him, and they all squealed when his dick gave a twitch and started to grow. I moved on; my ego couldn’t take it.
BDSM had a pretty decent sized section, and then we came to the conference rooms. Most were already full of people here to watch panels on the recent advances in anal licking, cum chugging, or whatever else you had meetings about in the porn industry. Layla told us about the upcoming talks, but I wasn’t interested. In fact, I was overwhelmed.
I was still a little skittish around vamps since the Marcella incident, and there were a lot of supernaturals coming and going from the supernatural section. My paranoid mind, which now that I was out and about, was running a mile a minute and reminded me I was still being hunted by Fae. I felt like the crowd was pushing in around me, and my breath came in hurried gasps.
“Sir,” Layla reached out to touch me, “are you okay?”
I flinched back at the contact, but then Dani was there with her hand on mine. “He doesn’t get out much,” she gestured to the crowd. “This might be a little too much stimuli.”
I still saw confusion in the vamp’s eyes, but she nodded anyway. It wasn’t her job to judge. It was her job to make this a good experience. “He’s scheduled for two, but I can see if they want to move it up by switching with someone else?” she asked.
“Yeah, that works,” Dani replied before I could ask what they were talking about. “How about we go somewhere quiet and get a bottle of water?”
“How about something a little stronger?” I chuckled. I might only be eighteen, but I’d aged myself a good fifteen years with my glamour. Plus, no one was going to card a VIP.
We found the VIP lounge on the map and headed there while Layla followed; typing away on her phone. The hustle and bustle of the main conventi
on floor disappeared as we entered a guarded stairwell and headed up a flight of stairs. Calming music hit my ears when we emerged into a comfortable space with only a handful of people present. All looked like the rich and famous types who would be VIPs at an event like this. Since I looked closer to someone who should be brawling over a half-eaten sandwich, they unconsciously moved away as we entered. That was fine by me.
“Tom Collins,” I ordered, because I’d always wanted to try one. As I expected, the bartender didn’t card me.
I grabbed the drink the moment the cocktail wizard – and he was an actual wizard by the smell of magic in the air around the bar – put it down in front of me. It was only gin, lemon juice, sugar, and carbonated water; but it was exactly what I needed. The carbonization in my mouth, throat, and stomach distracted me from my paranoid thoughts.
“Anything you want to tell me?” Dani asked from the seat next to me.
“Sorry,” I offered, and that seemed to surprise her. “You and Lilith went to all this trouble to get me this awesome Christmas gift, and I’m fucking it up.”
“Well . . . that’s the stupidest bunch of self-absorbed bullshit I’ve heard in a while,” she fired back, and looked into my eyes with a fire and passion that was so Dani. I must have looked completely shocked, because she continued. “The last time you were out in public a lot of people tried to kill you, and the last time you thought you were safe, a vamp tried to take a bite out of you,” she cocked her head at Layla. “I get if you’re a little skittish, and it’s okay,” she placed a hand on my knee in a non-sexual way. “If you need anything, I’m here to help.”
It was incredibly sweet of the dwarf. “Who are you and what did you do with Dani?” I asked, but I smiled.
“Oh, don’t think I’m going soft on you,” she laughed and gestured to her glamour. “But this is your Christmas present, so I’ll give you some peace before I take my revenge.”
“We’ll see about that,” I downed the rest of the Tom Collins, and felt it warm me up.
“We will,” she gave me a grin that promised victory would be hers as Layla reappeared.
“I was able to pull some strings and get him in now,” her eyes narrowed on the empty drink at the bar. “He’ll be fine, right?”
“Better than ever,” Dani replied, hopping down from the stool. “Now,” she turned to me, “part two of your gift. Lilith was able to get the tickets, but this is all me baby.”
“What?” I scrunched my eyes in suspicion, but Layla was already moving.
She led us down a hallway away from the lounge and the main convention center. She looked back and forth between the door numbers until she found the right one. “Here we are,” the vamp opened it and practically pushed us through.
The two imps, who’d kept a low profile so far, took up guard positions outside; so just me and Dani entered with our guide bringing up the rear. The room was a studio of some sort. People with headsets around their necks were walking around with a purpose, there were a trio of cameras set up, and one guy with a GoPro on his head. A greenscreen was draped across a far wall and a single chair sat at the center of it all.
“Talent on set,” someone yelled, and three people flocked to me.
“Jesus,” one muttered under his breath when he saw me. I didn’t blame him.
“You’re my ten o’clock?” the guy with the GoPro asked in a tone that irrefutably announced he was gay. The way he looked me up and down, with his hip cocked, like I was a piece of meat, only reinforced that fact. “I’ll make it work. Get him in the chair,” he shouted the last sentence, and the three people hustled me toward the center of the room.
Then, they started taking my clothes off. “What the . . .?” I protested, and looked at Dani, but she just smiled.
The production assistants pulled off my jacket, shirt, shoes and socks. They left my jeans, but a girl definitely copped a feel. She looked back at GoPro man and gave a nod. I could practically feel his sigh of relief from here. They plopped me down in the chair and started messing with the lights.
I squinted as they cycled through different types of lighting until a door behind them banged open and an entourage of people flowed in. The GoPro man stopped what he was doing and ran to greet them.
“Sarah, darling; you’re gorgeous, beautiful, stunning,” he showered the person at the center with praise, and kissed her on both cheeks.
“Let’s get this over with,” she replied with a purr as GoPro man stepped aside, and I finally got a good look at her.
Out of habit, my cock hardened against my jeans. “Holy shit! That . . . that’s Littlekittycat69. Oh fuck . . . shit . . .” I looked over to where Dani was grinning like a fool.
“You’re welcome,” she mouthed, and with a gulp I turned back to the shifter I’d bludgeoned the beefstick too more than anything else on this earth.
“H . . . hi,” I managed, and sounded like a total fool.
“Hello,” Littlekittycat69, aka Sarah, gave me a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
In fact, her eyes said loud and clear, “I have to fuck this guy?”
I would be lying if the look on her face didn’t hurt, but then I remembered the ugly glamour I was wearing, and tried to put her disdain aside. Thankfully, I’d given myself a big cock today.
She didn’t say anything else as she took a seat in a canvas chair with her name stenciled on the back. The team of makeup artists that hadn’t done a thing with me descended on her as she started to take off her clothes. My cock got even harder as I watched.
“Hey,” GoPro man, who had to be the director, snapped his fingers in my face to get my attention. “This is how this is going to go. There’s going to be a few questions, you answer them, she’ll laugh like you’re funny and then we’ll make with the fucky-fucky. She’ll lead, and just follow her cues. Understand?”
“Y . . . yeah,” my brain was still trying to catch up with the fact I was in the same room as Littlekittycat69.
“Okay, places, everybody!” the director yelled, and Littlekittycat69 sauntered over to a black X on the floor. She was completely naked, and I felt my mouth go completely dry.
“Quiet on the set!” someone else yelled. “Pornstars Fuck Fans episode one-oh-one, take one, action!” there was a loud click and Littlekittycat69 walked toward me.
There was a sway in her step and a smile on her face. She pretended she was happy to see me, but I knew she wasn’t. This was work for her, like toiling away in a cubicle; just with more dicks and cumshots.
“Hello,” her purr was the same as the compilation I’d watched countless times.
I gave a soft groan as my cock protested being in my pants. She looked down at my cock’s outline, and the first flash of interest shot across her face.
“I’m Kitty. What’s your name?”
“Ca . . . Carlos,” I struggled to remember the details of the cover story I’d rehearsed.
“Hello, Carlos,” she stood directly behind me, placed her fingers on my shoulders, and rested her furry breasts against my head.
I groaned a little louder as she started to work her fingers into my shoulders. “What do you do for a living, Carlos?”
“School,” I answered like a monosyllabic idiot.
“A smart guy,” she smiled behind me, and bent down to whisper in my ear. “I like smart guys.”
Nerds in their basement all over the world would buy and jerk off to this video. It was fucking gold. She spent a few more seconds rubbing her thumbs along my shoulder blades before spinning around to my front. The camera had a great view of her ass, but now her tits were sitting right in front of my face. My hands automatically rose to grab them, but a scowl from her made me stop.
“Are you my biggest fan, Carlos?” she asked, sensuality dripping from her tone despite the warning on her face.
“I’m so big . . . I mean . . . I’m your biggest fan,” I stuttered out as she ran a hand along my cock.
“My, my, you are big,” she played off my screw
up, and I didn’t even notice the director was about three feet to my left, his GoPro zeroed in on my crotch as Littlekittycat69 started to unbuckle my jeans.
She was smiling again, and turned to the camera. She licked her lips, swished her tail behind her as she undid my zipper, and worked my pants off with a level of skill that spoke too how often she did this. My cock sprang up, nearly hitting her in the face, and she laughed as she took it in her hand.
“You’ve got a great cock, Carlos,” she started to stroke up and down.
“Yeah,” my hands gripped the edges of the chair as she smiled at me.
She had a predator’s teeth, more in common with a row of needles than human incisors. “Teeth!” I froze in shock, which probably looked like anticipation as she slowly lowered her open mouth down on my cock.
“Ahhhh!” I exclaimed, which probably made anyone watching think I’d cum in the first second.
In fact, I was braced for having my cock shredded. I’d had my dick mauled before, and it was not something I wanted to happen again. Instead of having my flesh stripped away, and my manhood destroyed on video – all of which didn’t actually matter because it was glamour, but you can’t blame me for freaking out in the moment – she expertly fit my cock in her throat without a single nick. She got about half my dick in her mouth before she worked it like the pornstar she was.
She was good. One hand worked the bottom six inches of my shaft, her mouth the top, while her free hand tickled my balls. The ecstasy took me once I was sure my dick wasn’t in mortal danger, and then I relaxed into the blowjob.
“Mmmmm,” she hummed with her lips still wrapped around my cock. I even felt the pressure start to build as she worked me over good.
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