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Comic Con Con By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter 1 The western sun and Freeway 5 exit ramp were welcome sights as their truck exited the highway on a perfect Southern California Friday. Just the smell of the Pacific Ocean perked up everyone that wasn't asleep as John stretched and glanced back at his buddies beginning to wake up as Henry switched on the truck's blinker as they stopped at a light. "Finally!" said Henry as they turned the corner, seeing the big convention center. "You are not kidding! Let me the hell out of this freaking truck before I pass the out," said John, fanning his face. "You really need to see a doctor, Benny." "Blame Kenny. He never wants to stop at a real restaurant," laughed Benny. "He keeps making us stop for shitty cheap ass burritos." "Yeah, like I've been forcing you to eat the stuff that's been sitting in 7/11 for months that no one else in their right mind would even touch," laughed Kenny, backing up the truck. "If we really had time to stop, then I'd rather stop for a real meal too. But beggars can't be choosers, since you idiots drink away half your money and I don't see anyone else volunteering to drive all night either." "That's because we're too hammered," said Benny, lifting his butt cheek off the seat and ripping another nasty fart. "Oh you suck!" yelled John, pinching his nose. "Hurry up and park this fucking thing so we can get out." "Is something dead in here?" sniffed Sal as Kenny shook him away. "No, it's just Benny as usual," said Kenny, turning off the truck. "Now wake the fuck up and let's unpack all this shit." "And fast," said John, dying from the smell. "How the hell could such a little dude deliver such a huge stench. Go see a doctor!" Happily, the five good buddies got out of the big truck and stretched their legs after the 12 hour drive from Albuquerque, New Mexico to San Diego. They had formed their band after high school and like any aspiring group, struggled working odds and ends jobs between gigs for a few years now. Only In their early twenties, they were all willing to give this a good shot, and felt like they were beginning to gain some traction as they traveled more and more. Having invested in a quad cab truck that pulled a big trailer with all their equipment, they were living a lot more of the life on the road now as they followed their dream to become rock stars. They had just enough money to get buy and have a little fun, yet not nearly enough for a crew, as they still hauled and set up their own instruments. Three or four trips each lugging gear and pulling trunks on wheels wasn't really that bad, as they set up their instruments and tested plugging into the house sound system. "Ok, all good," said Henry, giving the thumbs up after the sound check. "Let's go check in and have a bite before the gig." "Yeah man, but I say we eat quick and then check out the scene," said Benny, slapping his buddy in the back. "I hear the chicks that come to these conventions are wild." "And fucking weirdos," teased Johnny. "It's Comic Con, and people dress up as all crazy shit." "You fucking kidding, dickhead? That's the beauty of it!" yelled Benny. "No lingerie necessary! They are already in skimpy shit for the bedroom." "Fucking right man! Look at X-men chick over there!" said Kenny, pointing towards a girl dressed as Mystique. "I love Halloween in April, and I'm getting me one of those blue bitches with the big hooters tonight." "Yeah, right?" teased Johnny. "The only thing you've been getting lately is blue balls. Concentrate on the show asshole." They all shared a few laughs, enjoying the sights of all types of people in costumes walking through the lobby of the hotel as they checked in. After they got settled and crashed a little, it was off for a quick meal and then they headed across to the convention center to work. It was unbelievable how many people were dressed as superheroes, villains, aliens and characters from comics they didn't even know existed. There were celebrities signing autographs on long lines, memorabilia galore, and endless promotions at every turn. "If you guys can't score after this," grinned Benny as he walked up tapping the mic. "You better hand in your freaking man card." "You are not kidding," said Henry, pulling the guitar strap over his head. "It's like we're in a Big Bang Theory Episode, and they multiplied." "Yeah by like hundreds of geeks," said Sal, testing his base. "I'd say more like the Twilight Zone, because how could all these nerds be here with all these hot, barely dressed chicks," said John, looking around from behind his keyboards. "It's nuts." "Not as crazy as the fact that we are about to be the geek pleasers," said Kenny, wiggling his drum sticks. "Now let's rock these dweebs fellas. Ah 1..2..1.2.3." As John beat down on his drums, they were soon hard at work rocking the convention crowd. It was nothing like a club, as people came and went distracted by the never ending events. They were used to being the center of attention, yet with so many other things happening around them, they were just one of many acts that drew temporary interest. As Benny sang his ass off and the guys rocked their instruments, it was the strangest gig they had ever done. When they finally finished both sets, it was really frustrating seeing the sparse crowd and even more so receiving weak applause from a small gathering of geeks. "Holy shit," said John, shaking his head. "Do you believe this?" "Did we suck that bad today?" asked Benny, looking around. "Who's the losers now?" said Kenny, tossing away his drumsticks. "It's certainly not the nerds?" "No kidding," sulked Sal, putting down his instrument. "It's like the only people looking to meet us are the kids we kicked the shit out of in high school." "Yeah, there's like 2 girls out there, and one of them I think is dressed like Jabba the Hut," teased John. "Yeah, she's all yours, Kenny," said Sal. "And I'm pretty sure there's three, because I think I see one behind Jabba." It was the smallest crowd they signed autographs for almost since they started, as they begrudgingly shook a few hands and received a few warm wishes. It was like nothing they were used to,as they normally played late night in clubs, except as sparse as the crowd seemed, the pay for doing two dinner time sets was much greater. "So you guys were great," a girl said at the end of the line. "Thanks," said Benny, perking up as he finally got to talk to a sexy chick and extended his hand. "I'm Benny, the singer." "Ah yeah, I saw," the girl said, in a black cut off tank top with big boobs and tight matching shorts, shaking his hand. "I'm Melissa. I work right at that booth across from your gig, so I got to see a lot of the show. You guys really rocked." "Thanks, I'm glad someone thought so," replied Benny sarcastically, looking down at her black laced combat boots and fit, toned legs. "Oh they did, but there's a lot going on here," said Melissa, twirling her high set French braid. "And I'm sure this isn't the clientele you're probably used to." "Not at all," said Benny. "I mean we travel everywhere, but this is pretty different." "Listen, why don't you guys stop by early tomorrow and I think I can help you connect more," said Melissa, batting her lashes. "Well how about a drink tonight then, and we can connect a little today first," said Benny, turning on the charm. "I appreciate the offer and I wish I could," said Melissa, touching his arm softly. "But I have a ton of shit to do for tomorrow,so I won't be leaving here for a long time tonight. Saturday is our busiest day, and there's so much to do." "Yeah well we don't play again until Sunday, so I wasn't planning on getting up too early," said Benny, looking into her eyes and writing down his number. "Even if you get out real late, I'm sure I'll be up." "Thanks, but like I said, I'll be busy," smiled Melissa, taking the little piece of paper and tucking it into her bra. "Oh I'm not getting up early either, but maybe come around noon. I'm going to chat with the other girls I work with about you guys, and then we could connect further you know." "I like that, and I'm sure they will too," said Benny, getting cocky. "Cool," said Melissa, stepping back. "If you want, we can all have lunch together." "Sounds like a plan, Melissa," Benny said as she walked away. "Awesome, see you guys tomorrow at our booth," said Melissa, giving a little wave as she scurried back to her booth. "Dude, look over there," said Kenny, seeing Melissa walk back over to her large booth and then strapping some fake guns across each thigh. "I think she's supposed to be that hot Tomb Raider chick." "Very observant, dip shit!" said John sarcastically. "She's in the booth with that hot Star Trek chick, and damn look at the body on Poison Ivy next to her. Holy shit, she's amazing." "Let's go get a few beers and then crash before you idiots whack off right here," said Kenny, shaking his head. "This was a fucking long trip, and at least tomorrow maybe we can have some fun if Benny doesn't fuck it up for us with Melissa." "Like any of you assholes even talked to a hot chick so far," said Benny, giving him the finger. "I can already tell she's into me, so maybe it's more like hopefully you idiots don't fuck it up with her friends." They all headed back to the hotel and downed a few beers at the bar before heading upstairs to their room. They were half in the bag and shot in no time from the long drive and really all needed a decent night's rest anyway. When Benny woke up in the morning, he was immediately excited to see a good morning text with a smiley face from Melissa, and then couldn't wait to see her. "Hurry up, assholes," said Benny, yelling at the guys to get moving. "I'm freaking starving and let's not keep the chicks waiting." "Yeah, ok lover boy." Kenny spit out his tooth paste and snapped his towel off Benny's brief clad ass. "Asshole," Benny said as rubbed his butt cheek to easy the pain. "What's the rush if you don't even have your pants on, man?" said Henry, brushing his long hair into a pony. "The rush is I'm hungry and they have to work, so we have to hang while they're on their lunch hour I think," said Benny. "Plus I doubt I'll be keeping my pants on that long anyway today." "They're working, you cocky dickhead. You just said it yourself," said Kenny, pulling on his t-shirt over his ripped body. "But he's right, so let's go see if the other chicks are as hot as Melissa. I'm into it actually." "Me too after seeing that freaking Treckie with the big fake tits," said Sal. "I got dibs on that, and don't eat any fucking burritos Benny, or these chicks will be gone before we even get started." They finished their daily light hearted ribbing and then left their hotel room, heading down to the convention center. It was incredible how many people were scattered everywhere on the way, as this Saturday was even more crowded if that was at all possible, as they headed inside. Being a bunch of young fit guys in tight jeans and t-shirts usually garnered them a few glances from eligible young ladies, but not today, as they walked without much fanfare through the crowd. It was pretty cool seeing freaks, overzealous fans and everything in between as they wandered, taking in the sights. The day was young and they didn't have to work anyway, but they were all driven by a different type of appetite as they turned past the stage and spotted Melissa standing outside her booth, chatting with a customer. "Holy shit, dude," said Kenny, grabbing Benny's arm as they realized it was her. "I fucking hate you already! How the hell does the little pussy in the group always attract all the pun tang!" "You should have learned to sing instead of just playing with sticks, asshole," Benny replied, seeing Melissa break eye contact with her customer and glance over at him. There was Melissa, dressed as a warrior princess, with a metallic bustier with her boobs popping out. Next to her was yesterday's Treckie, now looking even more exotic as Wonderwoman, and behind her the redheaded Poison Ivy now appeared to be the sexiest Harry Potter girl on the planet, in her skimpy micro-short Slitheren school girl outfit. "Well, I don't hate you... you fucking wonderful little farting machine," said Sal, slapping Benny's back as Melissa waved them over. "But you other assholes better hope there are three more of them, because you know how I love the gingers. The Harry Potter skank is mine." "Hey you guys made it," said Melissa, ending her other conversation. "I was wondering if you would?" "Of course," said Benny, barely able to keep her eyes off her. "We figured we'd check out the scene and were looking forward to some lunch with you and your friends." "Cool, we were talking a lot about that last night," said Melissa. "Welcome to our booth, 'Where Fiction Meets Reality'." "Nice! So you guys rent costumes?" asked Benny, looking around. "That's part of it, but its more than that, and we'll talk over lunch. Really I do a lot of things," said Melissa, flicking her wrist before taking him by the arm softly. "Come on, good timing, lunch just showed up a few minutes ago." "Oh sure?" said Benny, taken a bit off guard. "I thought we were going somewhere, but eating here is cool. Sure whatever is fine?" "Great! Why don't you guys come in the back and I'll hook you up with everyone," said Melissa, taking him by the arm. "Awesome!" said Benny as they all looked around as they walked inside a black curtain. Behind the curtain,, there was rack after racks of elaborate looking costumes on the left side and behind them an entire wall of head pieces and wigs. In the back, a series of dressing rooms had people stepping in and out in costume, as between them they gazed at their images in a series of large three way mirrors. On the right, a few barber shop chairs sat adjacent to few sinks, and behind them was a nail station and a few bonnet dryers. Even more elaborate were two artist type areas that were surrounded with huge makeup pallets, shelves of prosthetics, and drawer after drawer that must have been filled with cosmetics. "Pretty cool, right?" Melissa stated, leading them towards another room and pointing out an artist doing her work. "That guy is getting made up as a scary green alien." It was fascinating to see some silicon prosthetics being glued to the client by one artist and then another working on turning his arm green. "That's wild," said Henry. "So I bet these geeks pay big money for this?" "Well yeah," giggled Melissa as they walked into a more private room that was their lunch area. "It's Comic-Con and almost anything goes here. Now make yourself at home, guys." "Thanks," said Benny, seeing the other girls bringing things in. "I know it's not much back here, but it gives us a little privacy and we can get away for a little bit," said Melissa. "Works for us," said John. "We eat in the truck half our lives." "Hope you guys are eating healthy, right?" said the girl dressed as Wonder woman, walking in with a tray of wraps and placing it down. "I'm Heather, and you guys were excellent yesterday! I really got into it, just from afar, as at least we got to hear some cool music while we worked. So who's who?" "Hey Heather. I'm Benny, the lead vocalist," said Benny, taking charge. "So that's Kenny, the drummer. Henry is our guitarist. John on the keyboards, and Sal on the base." "Pleasure, guys," said Heather, extending her hands. "You know Melissa obviously, and me now, but that's Claudia in the navy jump suit. She's Sue Storm today, and Gigi is our resident Harry Potter nerd. Pouring the drinks in one of our most popular outfits this year is Donna, as Mystic." "Wow, I think I saw you when we first got here?" said Henry, almost dying as a seemingly naked blue girl was leaning over, pouring him a drink with her ribs almost touching his face. "That's definitely some outfit." "Well, its more just body paint than a costume, but thanks," said Donna, as she touched his shoulder, reaching across him. "And that's kinda why we have to eat healthy and light," giggled Claudia. "Well whatever you're doing... I'd keep doing," grinned Henry, taking what looked like a wrap full of lettuce. "Thanks," said Donna, touching his bicep. "So maybe you'll let me paint you up sometime? I hear you guys are off today and at least you could go out there and enjoy the fun." "Really?" Mumbled Kenny with his mouth full, surprised with her candor. "Yeah, well that's kind of what we were talking about last night, guys?" said Claudia with a giggle. "Were your ears ringing with us talking about all of you?" Melissa grinned. "So what are you thinking? You into doing something fun maybe?" "You mean you chicks and body paint?" Henry almost spit out his soda. "Fuck yeah!" "Maybe settle down, big fella," giggled Gigi, patting his shoulder. "But well yes and no on that." "Guys, let me be more direct here," said Melissa, standing up and leaning forward so her tits were bulging out of her outfit, towards them. "Last night I said I could help you connect and we can. Thing is, we help you and you help us? So are hot guys like you interested?" "Shit yeah we are?" replied Kenny, feeling full of himself, stuffing a wrap in his mouth. "We're all ears!" "Cool," said Melissa, standing up straight now and flipping her dark wavy long hair off her shoulders. "Here's the deal. As you can probably guess, we're stylists and makeup artists and costumes designers, etc." "And models," teased Claudia, posing. "Yeah and we model our own shit," giggled Melissa. "But besides that... understand all the stuff we have here is top notch and mostly authentic licensed outfits, so people, especially the geeks, flock here for our services." "It's super expensive, but we give them the opportunity to live out their fantasy as a super hero or SCIFI star or whatever their heart desires for a day or a weekend or whatever they want," said Donna. "And so that brings us to you guys," started Melissa. "We were thinking..." "Melissa, you girls look unbelievable but," Benny stopped her. "We're not in that financial zip code girl. You think we're playing a gig like this in this venue because we...." "Ok..ok! Now let me stop you this time, and just let me finish, pretty boy," said Melissa, interrupting him. "We're not looking for you to rent any costumes or spend any money here? You saw every chair filled in our back room, right? We're fucking booked solid if that means anything to you. Now you want to hear my proposition or what?" "Sorry," said Benny, smirking as he motioned with his hands for her to continue. "Forget I said anything and certainly I wouldn't want to stop a pretty girl from propositioning us?" "Yah, good boy and thanks for listening," Melissa patted him on the head like a dog. "Now I do want you guys in costume for the next gig on Sunday, and I think if you do it, that'll connect with the fans out there. My proposition is that we'll let you guys play in costume tomorrow for free of course, and in turn you'll let us dress you up today and compete for us." "You think we should play in costumes?" asked Benny, scratching his head. "So good thing you're the cute singer and not the manager right?" Joked Claudia. "Don't mind her. Definitely," said Gigi nodding. "You're looking around right?" "Trust me, people here are hardcore about whatever shit they're into, and that's how you have to connect," Melissa lectured. "Connect with them and you'll have more fans than you could have imagined. These geeks have a network of friends that's beyond your belief. Just ask DC Comics or Marvel. They remake shit 2 or 3 times, and it makes a 100 million every time it opens." "But you're guys?" Donna smirked. "We shouldn't have to tell you this? You already know that right?" "Ok we all know you're right, but what's the catch?" said Benny. "Compete at what?" "Just like you want to make a name for yourself, so do we? We're one of many here, and Hollywood is watching?" said Claudia, showing them the flyer. "Tonight's costume extravaganza is worth $10,000 for first place, and it's not even about the money. Win and we'll give you guys half the money. What we want is what comes with it, which is a guaranteed role doing makeup in an upcoming Marvel movie." "We've been trying to break into that for years and for that we'll go all out," said Melissa, tossing an agreement paper on the lunch table. "So what do you say, boys? A grand each, free costumes, and I'm sure we could all have a hell of a party later if we win?" "That's it?" asked Benny, looking at all the guys and nodding. "I mean I'm still not sure about wearing costumes for our gig tomorrow, but us having an early Halloween and potentially making a grand each just for participating in a stupid contest. I'm down with that as long as you're not making us look stupid and of course one other thing?" "So you think Avengers are stupid?" said Melissa, rolling her eyes. "Cause that's what we're thinking" and that's the theme? "The Avengers!" said Kenny, flexing his muscle. "Now that's cool. I like that." "Good, because it's only stupid if you think 5 hot guys playing sexy characters is stupid?" said Melissa, grinning and touching Benny's hair with her nails. "Every freaking thing we do here is a reflection on us. Any of you guys think we look stupid?" "No fucking way," said Sal, seeing his buddy half melt in her hands. "I like it too." "Good, because we want to work with Marvel big time, and you guys are like almost a perfect fit," said Melissa, walking around them and touching some muscles. "So from the first time I saw you 5 rocking... well I'm thinking there's the perfect Avengers." "I guess it does sound cool," said Benny, leaning back, looking up at her boobs practically atop his head. "Henry, all good on paper." "Yeah, it's pretty basic," replied Henry as he was always the responsible one, as the driver and the smartest. "They own the costume, and do all the work to make us Avengers for free for up to two days. We compete and get half the money. Pretty straight forward." "And you never let me get out the one last thing?" said Benny with a smile. "Yup, sorry?" grinned Melissa. "Shoot, hon?" "Either way you girls are staying in those costumes and we're partying together win or lose tonight?" Benny held out his hand. "Deal?" "Deal!" smiled Melissa, tossing a pen on the table and then rubbing her finger over his thumb softly as she shook his hand before whispering in his ear. "But that last part I already decided on, even before you signed, cutie." Was he fantasizing or did her tongue actually softly touch his ear, thought Benny, letting out a quick breath as she let go of his hand and turned with an evil grin on her face. As the guys all signed it, everyone was pumped up about working together and spent a few minutes getting to know each other better. Even if the girls weren't as good as makeup artists and stylists as they were as flirts, the guys didn't even care for this short time, as everyone seemed to enjoy each other's company and a few laughs. "So ready, boys," said Melissa, breaking up the party. "It's quite a bit of work for at least a few of you, and for the couple of you that won't take as much effort, I was thinking you could hang out front with some of our girls once in costume, and help attack some customers while we help the others." "Sounds like fun," said Benny. "I should be easy right, since I assume those two idiots will take longer." "Don't be so sure, hon, everyone will take some work," said Donna with a smirk. "This is not you guys getting into your childhood underroos, honey." "He's such an asshole," said Sal, giving him the finger. "I'm ready! So which one am I?" "Well that beard is about to become a designer goatee," said Melissa, looking him over. "You're Stark." "You'll make a cute metal man after we trim this mess on your head," said Gigi, touching his beard. "Cool, I love being Iron Man, and this grunge thing wasn't working for me anyway," said Sal, looking at Gigi. "No, it really wasn't," giggled Melissa. "And of course the clean shaven strong businessman will look perfect in the spangley stars and stripes, and is an easy Captain pick." "Appreciate that," said John, sticking out his chest. "Oh and seeing the two hunky beefcakes on stage were what started me thinking Avengers in the first place," said Melissa, squeezing Henry's bicep. "You don't find many big strong, good looking muscle heads at events like this. No offense, fellas." "None taken," replied Henry as she lifted his long hair. "Good, because you'll be looking even hunkier after going a little blonder, Henry," said Melissa, lifting his brown hair and then walking over to Kenny. "And with your height and shorter hair, you're the easy choice to be going greener, but that won't even take as long as your leader, so we'll want to get started with you first, Benny." "He's always been green with envy of me being the leader, anyway," teased Benny. "But you sure I won't offend anyone having to be in black face, although I think the patch will be so cool." "I don't think Nick Furry was that short, and these girls would have to be magicians, not makeup artists to make you look tough," said Kenny as everyone cracked up. "Plus, aren't you're already offensive enough now." "But at least you're really cute," said Melissa, softly touching his face as they all enjoyed the joke. "And no, you won't be Samuel Jackson. He's not really an Avenger, and this shit at these shows has to be completely authentic and accurate, or you lose before you begin." "I'm sure you're right, seeing how serious all these geeks are, but the Hawk guy is lame," said Benny, getting annoyed. "I'm supposed to be front and center. Maybe I should be Captain America?" "Oh you'll be front and center alright, and Captain America isn't supposed to be six inches shorter than everyone else," said Melissa, rolling her eyes. "Fine, but I'm not cutting my hair that much," said Benny, pushing his pony tail off his shoulders. "It took me too long to grow it to be this cool, and I'm the lead," "There's always one diva in the group," Joked Melissa, with a grin. "Just a shaping should suffice, and just like Kenny's long hair plays well as Thor, so will yours. The rest of the guys hair is short enough anyway, so its easy to just clean up. I told you guys somewhat looked the parts when I saw you. That's why we were so willing to do this and split the money. This will be authentic, and I think you guys will be the sexiest Avengers here once we're done with you." "But doesn't Hawkeye have short hair?" asked Kenny, confused. "And why would he need to get started first, then? Just cause he's always got to be first?" "No, Like I said, because he's the diva in the group, but I didn't say we were dressing him as Hawkeye, did I?" replied Melissa, standing up and speaking. "All I said was you were going to be the original 5 Avengers. Cap and Stark are easy. A little bleaching for Thor, not too bad and even going green to make a Hulk with your hot body Ken, is no big deal. But your front man loves being the center of attention, so his cute button nose and delicate face will still play out perfectly tonight. In fact, this time his short stature will be to his advantage, as your front man will still be front and center, but as an Avenger it'll be as the new front woman at least for tonight." "No way," said Kenny as they began to catch on and laugh. "Yes way, and he couldn't be more perfect, because when you're six inches shorter and have this pretty hair," said Melissa, pulling out the scrunchie from his pony. "Then guess what? Singer boy standing between you guys is going to make a wicked hot Black Widow!" "No fucking way!" Benny shot a look at her, pissed. "Give me that shit and I'll be the black dude, or even the Hawkeye asshole, but not that?" "Ah, you signed a contract asshole, and if you read it closely," Donna replied, annoyed. "It says we pick the costumes, makeup and all accessories. It says clearly you don't get a say in that?" "Bullshit," said Benny, throwing a tantrum. "I'm the face of the band, and I'm not doing anything to embarrass us." "Yeah the pretty face, and we already told you we're not doing anything to embarrass ourselves either," said Donna. "We're winning this competition, and you're going to help us, you diva bitch." "Guys, let's scram," said Benny, getting up. "I've had it with this bullshit." "Once sec, man," said Henry, grabbing his arm. "We could really use the money, and I think the girls are right that these geeks will flock to us in costumes." "You are a fucking diva, and we're a group," said John. We make decisions collectively like we always have, and just did when we signed this" "Dude, I am not going on stage as a chick," said Benny. "Not happening." "I really don't care what you go on stage wearing," said Melissa. "I just offered a suggestion that the costumes would bring in the fans. If you want to wear them when playing, fine! If not, fine! If you want to be Nick Furry or Hawk then, or anything else we have on stage... fine. But for the contest, it's Black Widow or nothing." "And if you break the contract, then you are all paying the rental fee. That's $500 each," said Donna, folding her arms. "You guys read it and signed it." "Yeah, like we'd pay that?" said Benny. "Just stop being such a douche, and have a little fun with this," said Sal, shaking his head. "This could be a win-win for everyone, and she said you could wear the other outfit tomorrow." "And who the hell knows you out here?" said John, making a face. "No one knows any of us?" "I say. Let's vote," said Kenny. "Hands up if you say we all do this." "No fucking way guys," said Benny, as four hands went up. "You can't make me do this and everyone will know I'm not a girl." "Who cares," said Henry, keeping his hand raised. "And you sing those high notes and squeaky shit like a bitch anyway. You've said it yourself, and you know so do a lot of people when we send out the tapes." He was steamed as his buddies had not only voted against him, but had struck a nerve as he was ready to explode and stood up, storming from the room. "Wait! Benny, come on?" said Melissa, grabbing his arm as she chased him from their little private lunch room. "Not doing it, Melissa," replied Benny, ready to kill everyone. "Please just give me a second, Benny," said Melissa, pulling him into one of the dressing rooms and closing the curtain. "I think you're getting to sensitive." "There's nothing to talk about, and I'm not paying you shit," said Benny, steaming. "Forget the rental crap, it's just standard bullshit language in our contracts," said Melissa, looking into his eyes. "Come on? How about the other deal we made about hanging out tonight?" "Stop," said Benny as Melissa was holding his arm. "Obviously you weren't looking to hook up with a guy dressed as an Avenger chick?" "Why not?" asked Melissa, letting go. "Bullshit, Melissa," said Benny, not buying it. "Stop fucking with me?" "Well, since you're pressing me. I kinda was," said Melissa, biting her lip. "The other girls aren't, but I'm Bi in case you need to know." "You mean you're into me being Black Widow?" gulped Benny, stunned. "I was thinking it's pretty hot," said Melissa, sliding her hand across his pants. "Truthfully, this warrior is kinda craving it." "Really?" Mumbled Benny as she stuck two fingers inside his jeans. "Wheeewwww...!" "I've been thinking about it all night, actually," said Melissa, touching him as her big breasts were right in his face. "It's all I've been thinking about, and I can't get it out of my mind." "Unbelievable?" Benny drooled, feeling them press against him as her nails scratched the top of his pubes. "I...I...." "You like these, don't you?" Melissa asked as Benny nodded. "You can have these too later if that's what you really want?" "Yes... please," gulped Benny, dying to bite them as she pushed them up with her other hand. "MMMmmmmmmm," sighed Melissa, closing her eyes as she smooshed her breasts against his face and then let them drop back down inside her cleavage bound costume. "Then the rest is up to you, rock star." "Melissa...I..." gasped Benny as she unsnapped his jeans and then leaned in, kissing him. She was irresistible as they made out while he was panting with her hand inside his pants. Between French kissing and being yanked, he barely knew what hit him but he was enjoying every moment of him being the object of her desires. "Sssshhhh," whispered Melissa, pushing his jeans from his hips. "I told you I like playing on both sides of the fence, and you already know how hot I think this Benny is. The rest is up to you, and I won't ask again." "Mmmm.Melissa!" Benny said as she pulled down his boxers and began yanking him harder. "I don't know what to say here." "Then say no more, because I'm playing on this side of the fence now, and for me this is just the appetizer," said Melissa, sliding down her head and engulfing him twice before coming up for a moment. "But if you let me play the other side later, I promise it'll be a night you will never forget. A long long night if you're up for it." "Ooooooohhhh shit!" mumbled Benny as down she went down, sucking him fast and furious. It was all he could do to hold out from exploding in the first twenty seconds, as he had never received a blow job this intense before, yet still didn't last long, exploding in her mouth thirty seconds later. She was like a hoover, making sure not an ounce was left as she licked him clean and then pulled up his underwear and pants, re-buckling him. "You are one yummy rock star. I've always had a thing for singers, but I'm sure as cute as you are, you're used to having girls like me want a piece of you!" grinned Melissa, licking her lips and getting to her feet. "Thanks for letting me have a taste. I really enjoyed that." "Wow... I ah..." Benny started to say, feeling fantastic as she straightened her outfit and made sure her face was clean as she stared at her muddy reflection in her silver Warrior wristband. "Thanks?" "Yeah that was hot," said Melissa, softly kissing his lips, smirking, seeing his eyes bug. "If you change your mind about the costumes, than you know where to find me and good luck with the band." As Melissa turned and walked from the room, Benny was freaking out, unable to shake the taste of his sperm on his lips. He spit a few times in the corner and made sure his fly was up before hurrying from the room. As he rapidly walked outside the booth, he realized his friends were not waiting outside, and then shook his head, reluctantly heading back. Through the backroom again and then into the lunch area they were all hanging out having desert as they looked up in unison, surprised he was back. "Ok, fine!" nodded Benny, and then held up his hand. "Five votes for yes, but for one night only. I'm no solo act, and definitely no diva!" "Well not yet, anyway," smiled Melissa from across the room. "But I guess I'll have to take that as a challenge?" They all erupted, slapping and playfully knocking him around as he glanced over at Melissa winking back at him. It was hard not to want to kill her, yet at the same time she was completely irresistible, and all he could think about was what a wild night she seemed to already have in mind.