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Comic Con Con By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter 2 As he scoffed down a few cookies, she came over, taking his hand with her left and then Kenny's with her right, leading them from the lunch room. "You guys can strip in here and then come out with the towels on." Melissa closed the curtain. "If you're shy about anything, then now is the time to get over it. Trust me, we've seen it all in this business." They obviously knew they'd be undressing, but didn't expect to be walking around a busy back room in towels. In a way it was no big deal, as the guys had seen each other naked in locker rooms many times as they stripped and then came out in their towels. "Lie on your chest first, guys." Donna pointed to two black vinyl tables side by side as she pulled closed a curtain behind them. "I didn't know we were getting massages first," Joked Benny as they both lied down flat on their stomachs as Claudia came in now. "Sounds good," Kenny laughed before being surprised as their towels were ripped off. "No, this stuff never sounds good guys," said Claudia as Benny felt something sticky near his calf. "But it feels even worse," said Donna, ripping as he jumped. "Holy shit!" yelped Benny. "What the fuck!" Kenny yelled, having both felt the first section being waxed. "Sorry, but the green doesn't sit well unless you're nice and smooth," said Donna, pressing down again. "And when's the last time you saw the Hulk have a hairy back! You see any hair on this blue body?" "But I'm no Hulk, and isn't my costume pants?" cried Benny as Claudia ripped away. "Well it all zips together into a jumpsuit ultimately," replied Claudia, having no mercy and waxing quickly. "But Melissa's the boss, and she said you're to be nice and smooth." "Even just you thinking about being hairy under there is gross, my soon to be Natasha," said Melissa, walking by and touching the bare spot as they didn't know she came in. "And sometimes the hair shows through these thin costumes, and we couldn't have that, right?" "I guess not.. dammmnnn," moaned Benny, grinding his teeth, feeling the next section being ripped away. "Glad you agree, Miss Romanoff," said Melissa, sliding her nail tip between his butt cheeks, causing him to quiver. "Because we've got plenty of bonding and shaping to do, and for that I need a smooth canvas. Carry on girls while I start on the others, and send me her the moment she's completely smooth everywhere." Benny did not like the sound of that, but his consolation was in the fact that he wasn't hairy like Kenny. Being seen completely naked by Claudia and Donna as he was flipped over was quite humbling, but didn't last that long as his chest was mostly bare. Having his privates flipped around like they were marbles between her fingers was nothing like he expected, like when Melissa touched him earlier. He was practically crying like a baby as they waxed around it and then he wasn't even exactly sure what they had left as she dropped a towel over his waist area, seemingly finished. "I'm done?" Benny asked, sitting up now looking over at Kenny still on his stomach as they hadn't even turned over Kenny yet as they were still working on his gorilla like back. "Go outside and Gigi will be ready for you," said Claudia, dropping two flip flops at the edge of his table before pulling open the curtain slightly for him to leave. "Go right there in the second chair." "Ok," said Benny, never so embarrassed as he timidly wrapped the towel around himself and exited into a busy room of people trying on costumes. With only a towel around his waist, he walked towards Gigi, seeing her with plastic gloves on her hands and noticing Henry sitting back in the chair next to him with his head back in the sink. "Hey man," said Henry as Gigi sat up his chair and wrapped his head in some plastic. "This is pretty crazy, right?" "Oh it's about to get crazier for you if we're switching seats," smirked Benny, seeing them leading Kenny back to be waxed. "Oh it's just a little crazy," said Gigi, patting the chair for him to sit down and wrapping a cape around his neck. "But you guys will have so much fun with this. Now sit back and I can't wait to work on that head of hair you've got." "Great?" said Benny as she dipped his head back into the sink. "Be gentle please?" "And I thought you were a tough girl," teased Gigi, switching on the water. Being washed and conditioned by the sultry redhead didn't mean he wanted to be one, but he already knew what was coming as he watched her mix in a bowl. When she dipped her brush into the substance and painted it on, he closed his eyes, having already accepted the inevitable as a maroon looking paste was continually applied to his hair. When she finished, he sat patiently, knowing it was re-coloring each and every strand, yet what really made him jump was the next wax strip above his eyes lids. "Say goodbye, caterpillars," said Gigi, playfully ripping away a section of his brow. "You really need this. Gross!" "My family all has thick brows," Benny replied, caught off guard, feeling the rip. "Even the women." "Eeewww! Not this girl anymore," said Gigi, almost gagging as she ripped at the other side. "Send any of them my way, and I'll fix them for free. No girl should have them look that shitty, Natasha. I'm sorry, but that's one thing that freaks me out." "Please don't call me Natasha while all this shit is happening," Benny told her as she closed his left eye and he stared up at her tweeze,r feeling it clamp down. "Boss's orders, Nat," said Gigi, pushing down the other eye. "She almost makes us immediately put our client's right in character. Now close for me girl, and you're going to have to keep them shut until the timer sounds, and then I'll tell you when to open." There was a little more wincing on each side and then finally he felt her brush slide along each eye. He sat back, hearing tick after tick, not knowing how long he was sitting and then felt the coldest sensation near his left hip. It felt sticky and wobbly as they pressed and pulled away at things constantly, until finally the timer sounded. "You ok, sweetie?" Gigi asked,pressing a wash cloth across his forehead and brows. "I think so," said Benny, as it felt soothing. "Can I open yet?" "Yes," said Gigi, as she switched on the water. "I'm washing you out now honey. It's gonna look nice on you." "Ok I guess," replied Benny, feeling his hair being washed and enjoying her fingers massage it for a while. When she towel dried his head in the sink, he was curious of everything as she wrapped his head turban style and sat up his chair. Adjacent to him now was Sal having his grungy beard being trimmed away, and then he saw the massive chest of Kenny, now heading his way to switch seats. "Do you believe this man," said Kenny as Benny stood up. "All that fucking fuzz is gone and damn that looks actually a lot better, right?" "That shit hurt, so yours must have been torture," said Benny. "No pain no gain, Natasha," said Heather, holding open the curtain to another private room. "Now please make your way over here as now that we have a nice clean slate to work on, the real work is about to begin." As he walked into the next room, the curtain was closed behind him as he sat down in a large mechanical leather chair. For a moment, he felt like he was heading into surgery, as extremely bright lights came on and then they began reclining his neck and back as his feet elevated. "Don't be nervous," said Melissa as she came in on one side of him as Heather was on the other. "I know the bright lights sometimes freak people out." "All this freaks me out," said Benny, looking up at her as Melissa squeezed his hand and Heather began lathering his face. "It's nothing scary, like some of the horror shit we do, and this part is what I do best so I'll be here the whole time," said Melissa, rubbing his fingers before letting go. "Now sit back, because once we're done painting you up, then if I do a good job, hopefully you'll look so good that you will freak out a little." "Please open your mouth. Then bite down, and this is just for a little whitening," said Gigi, coming in now and squirting some paste into a mouth piece and sliding it into his mouth. "If you have to spit it out for a minute, raise your hand and I'll help you." "But mind your nails if you do, as Gigi will be doing them while I work on your face, and Melissa the rest," said Heather, shaving his face with a long silver straight razor. "But I suggest you be completely still,unless instructed otherwise. Understand me, dear?" Benny slightly nodded nervously, watching the silver blade being wiped after feeling it shear off some of his stubble. "That's my superhero," said Melissa, as she touched his forehead and then moved down as he felt her unknot his towel. "And no need to be shy around my friends, as we've all got work to do here." He was looking straight up in the air now as he felt Melissa pull the towel from under him, but quickly realizing he now sat in the chair completely naked. He had always dreamed of being in a room naked with three women this hot in skimpy outfits, yet no chance did any of this arouse him. As Melissa's soft hands pressed at his left hip, Gigi took his right hand, placing it flat on a small table and began to work on his nails. It felt gooey and sticky as Melissa worked, continually pressing and sliding at his flesh as Heather wiped and massaged his face. It was like he was being softly touched in every which way, which really wasn't that bad until suddenly the deafening noise distracted his attention as a compressor came on. He looked up, seeing Heather load a small cone with a fleshy color and then adjust a nozzle before looking down at him. "Eyes closed, doll." Heather patted at his face and in an instant he felt the soft air circulating across his cheek bone. Around and around it swirled, softly coating his face while Melissa switched sides with Gigi. These were almost welcome sensations after the vicious waxing, as all of their touches were so soft and tender, even when they pressed even more firmly against him. Soft brushes across his cheeks and Melissa palms lifting his butt cheeks only helped further sooth things before sensations of heat were an odd surprise, as off went the compressor. "Eyes open, doll," said Heather as he felt his hands under a dryer on the right, and warm air as well across his left hip. "You're doing great,my soon to be Miss Romanov." With his right eye held open between Heather's fingers, it was crazy to watch her tweezers dip down, placing a long fake lash atop his. It was totally bizarre feeling it flutter atop his eye and he blinked a few times before she again held his eye open wide as she worked with a jet black pencil. He was never the singer that wore eye liner or mascara, but he was making up for that today, as she heavily coated them over and over before turning her attention to his lids. As she coated his arch, he could feel a more tender spot where his brows once sat thickly. He hoped she hadn't taken too much for this one stupid night, yet that was water under the bridge as she moved to his lips. The softness and moist nature of his lip stain only reminded him of his warm kiss out of the blue with Melissa, but then her hands were on his chest followed by a heavy weight almost sent him into cardio arrest. "HHmmm...hhhmmm," grumbled Benny, half jumping up, almost spitting out the mouthpiece. "Easy!" yelled Gigi. "Breath through your nose, and you can't jump up right now. "This is the time we absolutely need you to stay calm, or you'll fuck up the setting of them." "Hhhhmmmmm," Benny sighed as his eyes bulged, seeing Melissa holding the big boobs in place. "WWWhh tthhhee?" "Keep sitting back, and breathe easy," ordered Melissa, calmly him kissing his forehead. "This part's always weird for guys, but this shit bonds fast and then I'll let you move a little while I bend the edges. Trust me, the final effect will be even more stunning than the little bit of weight, but you'll get used to it. We all do." They lowered his neck back a little now, in an attempt to relax him, as Gigi joined Melissa as he could feel them patting with a sponge beneath his collar bone on each side. They were brushing and circulating around his rib cage as he could feel himself shaking as the dryer came on. He had no idea if it was fear and anger sending chills through his brainwaves, and then finally after five minutes, they looked down on him without a sound. Back and forth his eyes rolled towards each girl surrounding him, and then suddenly his chair started reclining back. "Ok, go get her costume and give us a minute, please," said Melissa as Heather and Gigi left. "Ammm I?" Benny began to say as Melissa patted his arm and put her finger over her lips for him not to speak. "Ok, try to keep that in for the last twenty minutes, and then you'll be getting dressed," said Melissa, rubbing his forearm gently. "You now got to experience at least a little bit of what Hollywood stars do on big shoots in the makeup chair, and you did great for your first time! I know it's weird, but you'll have fun, and trust me, sometimes they are in these chair three or fours hours?" "Yuuu kidddiinn?" half grumbled Benny as Melissa's face lit up with a smirk. "Sshhhh." Melissa touched his face tenderly as they were alone and then she began to slowly twist around his limp member as she spoke. "Rest twenty minutes with your hands still flat on those tables, and do not touch a thing. I'm going to turn the lights down and trust me, once I turn them up all I'll be thinking about is that tonight won't be coming quick enough for me." As she flicked off the lights, he felt himself grow erect as he was lying back in the semi-darkness. When the door closed and he was alone for a moment, he was dying to jump up and feel himself, but then quickly Gigi startled him as she came in with his costume. Just the thought of being walked in on with him touching himself was enough of a deterrence now to try to stay calm, though as he tried not to think about how aroused Melissa made him feel or just how hot their evening could potentially be, as she made a racket setting things up. "So you're going to need to think about something else that's like really boring before we dress you, ok?" giggled Gigi as she rolled a lint brush across his outfit after hanging it on the wall. "Because I don't think that's what they mean when they ask their heros to come out with their guns a blazing." Just her comment was mortifying enough as he found himself soon shriveling up as she exited the room. He wanted to crawl under a rock, but that would be impossible as in and out they came as he sat there helplessly naked as they moved about like nothing was unusual. Between measuring his feet and then trying on weird feeling shoes, he had little recourse but to just lie there as commanded, until finally the lights went back on. "Ok, it's time," said Gigi, with Heather stepping on a pedal, elevating his chair. "She said do the simple Winter Soldier do, so we won't take too much." "Cool, that should be easy for you then," said Heather, taking a shiny black bra from a package and unbuckling it. "Chin up, and I'll guide in your arm. Just be still while I adjust you. Sit back and I'll do the work." As the chair was rising, the right bra strap was already over his right arm and then she stretched it across his breast plate. Like any girl with experience, she expertly looped his left arm through it and then before he could even blink, was leaning him forward towards her as she caught the clasps behind his back. He couldn't believe the weight at his chest, as before he could even react they dropped a plastic cape over his body and then his chair sat perfectly erect. "Spit into the napkin here and rinse a few times in this basin," Gigi handed him a little cup and pulled the towel from his hair. "Holy crap," sighed Benny, never so happy to have it out, spitting in the basin as Heather held it. "So nasty." "Eeww, gross," whined Heather. "I'll go wash it out and tell Melissa to come back soon. "Perfect, ten minutes should be good," said Gigi, dampening his hair with a spray in gel and brushing through it as she circled him. "Ten minutes, and then I'm done," gulped Benny, as she parted his hair down the middle and combed through it now. "About that, yeah," said Gigi, combing down his back. "Most everyone except you and the Hulk are outside working with us to attract more customers, and its booming, I hear," said Gigi, positioning her scissors across his back. "He's just about ready and you're a cute haircut away from getting dressed. Now please sit up tall, or you will be getting the Age of Ultron bob, Miss Natasha." Benny sat up straight, lifting his chin as he felt her shear across the top of his shoulder blades. She probably didn't cut that much, but this was all too crazy as she took her time, making sure it was nice and straight. She extended his hair on each side now, holding it straight out and then trimming before he finally felt it rest right at collar bone level. A few more trims on each side framing his face and on went her blow dryer, as he now noticed all the reddish wet locks slide down his cape. "Oh Agent Romanov, I love that on you, girlfriend," said Melissa, coming in as he sat there, having his hair flat ironed. "It was a good choice, Meliss," said Gigi, flat ironing the front around his face and pulling it up a little, showing Melissa. "But I can go shorter too, if you want'. "No, I think this Natasha will do," said Melissa, nodding. "Just finish up and I'm dying to see her dressed." A few more twists of her flat iron and then Gigi covered his eyes,, saturating him in hairspray. When the lip brush touched his lips again, he knew he was finished as he took a deep breath, looking up and then off came his cape. "What now!" sighed Benny, not expecting the lights to go out. "Just for effect, honey," said Melissa. "Stand up." It was pitch black as he stood as Melissa softly lifted his ankle on one side and then the other. It was bizarre having anyone but himself pull up his underwear, as he felt something thin slide up his legs. "Whhheewww," Gasped Benny, not expecting her to pull him back with so much force and then the next thing he knew, something elastic seemed to be pulling everything back tightly between his legs. "Sorry, I tend to be a little rough sometimes, and usually you guys like it," giggled Melissa, sliding her hand back and forth between his legs, checking her work in the dark. "But then again it'll be nice and smooth for my pretty Natasha, until we let that special friend out again later for our play time." Just that thought was sending his head spinning, but before he could strain at the elastic, any thoughts of arousal were quickly erased as she again lifted his left ankle. Within seconds, both feet were now inside the stretchy costume and then slowly but surely the tight outfit rode up his legs. When it got to his waist line, she stopped for a second, twisting and straitening the lycra material and then next thing he knew she was taking hold of his right wrist. "Make a fist with your thumb inside it," said Melissa, guiding his arm inside the garment. "Trust me, it'll hurt if you catch a nail, but these costumes are pretty tough, so you don't need to worry about ripping it." "Gee, that's comforting," said Benny sarcastically as in went the other arm. "And see, you're loosening up now," chuckled Melissa, as she adjusted the shoulder and up went the front middle zipper towards his chest. "Shoes on Miss Romanov, and I'll introduce you to the Black Widow." Ben took a deep breath as he felt some little ankle type hose stretch across his feet and then she tightly laced up his boots. They seemed fairly easy to stand in, and once the second one went on, Melissa stood and he felt her snap a belt around his waist. "Ok Benny, meet the new you," said Melissa with some excitement in her voice, turning his shoulder a few inches towards his left. "Lights on, Gigi. You are now Agent Natasha Romanov, the famous Black Widow." "What the?" gulped Benny, speechless as the lights came on and there he was as the stunning curvy redhead. "Damn sexy, right?" Melissa asked, as Benny slid his hand down his hip and across his crotch, amazed at how smooth everything was. As sick as he was at his own sight, he couldn't even argue as he had to agree that she had done some amazing work on him. It was almost like the suit had been tailored for him, as he stood looking incredibly shapely in the artificial leather spandex like black jumpsuit. It was crazy to see himself with full hips and a tight round ass as he studied his inviting behind in amazement. The incredible prosthetic additions now made his natural thin waistline look even thinner, especially beneath the round large mounds on top. With the costume zipper not reaching higher than his breast plate, the edges of his amazingly realistic boobs would be displaying some wondrous cleavage at all times. Every little detail was seemingly present as well, as fingerless gloves had a ring of bullets around each wrist like bracelets, and poking out were manicured round active length, polished French nails. Around his waist was a black ammunition belt, and outside of each thigh, a toy gun sat in its leg holster. On his feet, black combat boots were laced almost up to his knees, and the slightly elevated flat heel heightened him about an inch and a half. There would also be no shortcuts in making Natasha as pretty as possible, as his muddy brunette colored hair was energized in her vibrant auburn. He was at least lucky she didn't opt for the bob of the earliest movies, as instead, only three or four inches of length had been trimmed away. With a perfect middle part, his hair sat now in a straight cut across his collar bone and shoulders before just slightly turning under at the edges framing his face. It was just as insane to be looking so natural, yet knowing he was heavily made up. Never had he seen his complexion look as flawless, as gone were the remnants of a few zits. Even more shocking, missing were his trademark bushy caterpillars, now replaced with nicely arched and auburn tinted brows. Simple natural beige shadows above darker taupe lid colors also helped define them, but it was the huge fanned lashes that really stood out. A little whitening on his teeth also drew the eye, as they stood out more prominently now, especially under the little glimmer of his naturally colored pinkish lips. "Not that I can blame you if you want to stand there all day and stare at the sexy girl, but it's time, Miss Romanov," teased Melissa, taking his hand. "Shit," mumbled Benny, as she led him from the room and into the other. "So fellas, it seems the band's all back together now," said Melissa, leading him towards them. "Natasha, I believe you know everyone here?" "Now that's what we're talking about!" yelled Kenny, turning as his jaw dropped. "Holy shit, Benny," said Henry, all ecstatic. "You're fucking hot!" "Incredible!" sighed Sal, almost drooling. "If I didn't know it was you, I'd be all over that. I've got that thing for redheads. Right, Gigi?" "Thank goodness I made another one, then!" Gigi joked as he squeezed a little hug."And that body!" sighed John, walking over and inspecting his ass and boobs. "Booty call, guys!" "Shut the fuck up, you assholes," said Benny, already annoyed, raising his middle finger and staring at all his buddies in costume. "Is that a hint about what you want, or an invitation, Agent Romanov?" Joked Sal, tapping his metal crotch. "Because my man downstairs is a little blocked from action at the moment." "Lucky for you he's covered in metal, or I'd kick you right in the nuts. You jerk," Benny said, stretching his leg forward. "These combats look like they pack a nice wallop." "Speaking of nuts? So where exactly are yours, because that's a pretty tight jumpsuit?" joked Kenny. "They're there, asshole," said Benny, getting defensive. "They just hide them somehow." "I guess somewhere in that tight ass," said John as they all couldn't help themselves picking on him. "It looks so much better now than it did in his cheap ass loose jeans with your boxers hanging out." "Give me a break you dick," said Benny, ready to punch him out. "It's all the shit they put on me morons, and you're all fags if you're looking at me like that." "Fellas! Fellas! Easy." Melissa put her arm around Benny, rubbing his back. "And ladies as well. Let's all chill, and I think everyone looks amazing." "She's right," said John, flexing his muscles. "Sorry man." "No, sorry Miss Romanov," said Melissa, gently slapping down his bicep. "He's Natasha now, and your Capt and Hulk and Stark and Thor. We all need to get into character now and get used to it." "Guys, this nerd shit gets serious as you know, and let's not blow your shot after all this, because we can't keep ourselves together," said Heather, calming them down. "Now Natasha looks sexy, and you guys look so stud-ly, so we got a real shot." "She's right, we do," said John, looking around. "These girls killed it putting us together, and we rock these suits. Let's go kick some ass and win. We're the Avengers!" "Now that's the spirt, Avengers," said Melissa with a big grin. "You've got about forty five minutes, so go have a walk around and enjoy the conference a little." "Great idea," said Henry, nodding. "I'm interested in seeing some of the reactions to us anyway. Let's go." "Just keep your voice soft," Melissa urged Benny as he begrudgingly walked with the guys. Once they were just yards from their booth, they were just another group of conference attendees as they freely strolled around as superheroes. They walked down aisle after aisle, taking in the sights, amazed at all the people, some of who were dressed just as elaborately as they were. It felt comforting that they looked pretty cool when others asked to have their pictures taken with them, and as fan after fan posed with Benny, no one seemed to realize he wasn't the lone girl. Even being Black Widow didn't seem that daunting after a while, as he heeded her advice to keep his voice soft and act the part, even when a few overzealous guys got a little too close. "Yo, easy, Hans Solo, you dickhead," said Kenny, pushing away a Star Wars guy that practically groped Benny during a selfie as he looked up nodding, appreciating that the band always had his back. "Thanks," said Benny, with a smirk. "But Black Widow can handle herself." "I know she can," Smiled Kenny, pounding his fist into his other hand. "But that doesn't mean even when she's on the rag lately that I don't always have her back." "Sorry about that, big fella, and I think Agent Romanov is past that now," Nodded Benny, acknowledging his friend and batting his lashes with a smirk."Smash as you see fit! Hulk!" "Will do, Natasha," said Kenny, pounding his fist again. "We better head over to the contest now, everyone. There's Melissa waving for us." They all walked as a unit towards the large stage they already knew well, having played on it as a band, except now the entire area was packed with fans. Looking up, they saw at least two dozen other sets of Avengers as they made their way towards the check in, as Heather already had their credentials. As she slapped their little contest sticker number on their costumes, Benny quickly realized Melissa was right, that there were no Hawkeyes or Nick Fury's as the rules were as strict as she said. There was a vast array of shapes and sizes of contestants, but right away he realized his band had a chance. He could see that some in cheaper costumes were there more for fun, and that others may have had one or two decent Avengers, but not all five. There were certainly other big muscle bound guys playing Hulks, and even Thors, but wimpy or skinny guys with padded muscle suits outnumbered them by far. Few Iron Man costumes looked as realistic as theirs, and there were more Captain America costumes of the cheap variety, rather than those that looked right from the movie. There were quite a few decent girls playing Black Widow though, but if you cut out those with cheap red wigs and wrong body shapes, he looked around, thinking he measured up quite favorably. He even realized he wasn't even the only guy in drag for the contest, as the few others seemed quite obvious and from the way they looked, had entered the contest just for kicks. As they called each group up on stage, the crowd went crazy. Looking at the one before them, they were an obvious finalist, but he soon knew why Melissa had taken nothing for granted, as other serious contenders soon emerged half way through. There were the other real rival costume and makeup studios that he now understood were also well represented, and from the looks of things, they were also serious as they studied each of their characters. By the time all were called, it came down to Melissa's studio and two others. They stood side as groups on the stage as the judges evaluated them as a whole, and then did something he never expected. He was ready to piss his pants as they called forward each character, starting with each Captain America. After the other three characters had been summoned, he looked left and then right as the judges finished their notes, and then it was his turn to step forward. "Black Widows, all step forward please, ladies," said the announcer as Benny couldn't believe how nervous he felt. He had been stage singing for a few years now, and never had stage fright, except now he was side by side with two women who were absolute knockouts, and suddenly being judged as their peer.It was like he was thrust into a Revenge of the Nerds movie, as they screamed and hollered, making almost disturbing sounds like someone stole their pocket protectors or crushed their inhalers. Between flash bulbs popping and them oddly cheering for him and the others, he suddenly knew what it was like to be one of the only three girls on earth. Two minutes being judged as a girl seemed like a month or even a year, as he tried to keep smiling and just being Natasha. To his left, the shorter girl looked like a natural Irish redhead, as he noticed some faint freckles peeking through her foundation, and was a bit hipper than she appeared. Her curly short bob had been sculpted perfectly after the first Avenger movie, and next to him her boobs looked like mosquito bites under her tight jumpsuit. On his right, the obvious burgundy red long wig was similar to Natasha's wavy wild fighting curls in Iron Man 2, yet as he leered at her like any guy would, it certainly wasn't her hair that the boys would be staring at. She had taken some liberties with her costume more wide open, showing ample cleavage in front as she had booming large breasts that stood out, looking mountainous. Her jumpsuit as well hugged her curvy, thicker Hispanic body like J-Lo in steamy dance video, and she looked down on him like she was an Amazon who could bounce both girls off stage with one trust of her hip. It was different strokes for different folks, as the three finalists posed, being judged as Black Widow. It was a relief of a lifetime when finally it ended and then he stood back with his band mates, awaiting their fate. "And our winner is contestant number 14 from Where Fictions Meets Reality," yelled the judges, handing Benny the trophy. "Holy crap!" said Benny. "We won. We actually won. This is nuts." "That's a cool grand just for looking pretty, Miss Romanov," teased Kenny, bear hugging his friend as everyone celebrated as the girls ran up as everyone celebrated. "Easy, don't get all the green shit on me," laughed Benny, not believing it. "This chick needs to look decent, because tonight Black Widow goes lesbo." "Yes she does," yelled Melissa, spinning him around and hugging him. "I could kiss you right here, but that might freak out too many of my customers." "Fuck em!" sighed Benny, pecking a quick kiss as she pulled away grinning, but almost didn't care herself as she had just landed the contract she longed for. "Henry, I didn't want to bother you, but your phone has been exploding while you were on stage," said Donna, taking it from her purse. "Oh shit, it's our manager," said Henry as they ran down off stage now and he walked to the side, returning his manager's call. "Give me a minute, guys." As Henry returned the calls, Melissa went over and met with the Marvel people, exchanging the details and collecting their prize check. Even after having to jump into a role he no interest in, Benny now almost didn't care anymore, instead thinking only about a night of wild sex. "So guys, after this everyone is playing a lotto ticket tonigh, because its our lucky day," said Henry, addressing everyone. "We just got another gig and a raise." "Holy shit, awesome!" said Sal, all ears now as the celebration paused for a second. "What did he say?" "Well, what he confirmed was that Melissa was right about us connecting with the crowd," said Henry. "When we were on stage as finalists, he got a call that Comic Con management realized it was us and called him frantically." "Frantically?" asked Kenny, puzzled. "Yeah, saying that they just fired the Saturday night headliner, and they loved what they saw, that we got dressed up for the conference. They thought this would be a big boost for their Saturday night, and we now get a piece of the concessions during the show," said Henry with his heart pounding from excitement, as they looked behind them, realizing their instruments were being set up on stage. "We're doing two sets starting in fifteen minutes." "But girls, where's Melissa?" said Benny, looking around. "How the hell am I going to get all this shit off and change into Hawkeye or Fury or something that works that fast. Some of is this shit is glued on right, and as it is we had plans that will need some adjustment now?" "I sure with all this good news, you guys can just go out later, but those boobs and hips don't pop right off silly," giggled Donna. "That stuff is bonded with an adhesive that needs to be dissolved, and that shit takes hours unless you're not planning on keeping your skin." "You must be kidding me?" whined Benny, tossing out his hands. "This could be a big break for us." "I won't worry about that, because there's something else I didn't get to yet," said Henry, making some notes on the back of a napkin. "Here's the playlist I think we should do partially under the circumstances, and partially because its what the Comic Con people are requesting?" "Wait, its mostly the cross over, more pop and chick rock?" said Benny before stopping and looking up at Henry. "Heeennnrnry!!" "Not my call. It's their direction, and their stringent condition," said Henry, handing Benny his phone. "Call our manager if you don't believe me, but they want the hot chick vocalist they said, and not the little rock dude. They want you up there as Natasha singing chick rock, looking as hot as you possibly can. Here, read the text messages they sent me." "This is fucked up!! They know its me, and this is what they want? I mean I know my voice can get high and a little squeaky sometimes... but not all the time, right?" Benny paged through the texts and then looked at Henry's play list. "Gwen Stefani, Pink, Pat Benetar, Heart and even some dance shit! There's like 80 percent chick rock, and just a few crossover guy songs. I know I've done most of these, but not as a girl. I can't pull this off." "Of course you can, and that'll make our night even hotter," said Melissa, interrupting as she put her finger over his lips. "When I heard you from afar at our booth before I even saw you a few times, I wondered at first if that was a raspy chick voice doing Zeppelin. It was fucking sexy as hell, and I'm sure those golden pipes can go even higher, right?" "Well yeah, but?" Benny paused to think. "You really thought that? I mean like you weren't sure that I was a..." "Stop thinking so much, and you are Natasha right now with nothing to lose," said Melissa, comforting him, interupting. "And that's who they want," said Henry. "Fuck it! Just go with it and rock out." "Some freaking mega stars look more like chicks than you do, so don't worry about it," said John, getting pumped up. "Steven Tyler. David Bowe. What about Twisted Sister and half the damn hair bands. Let's rock the shit out of this place!" "Listen to your band, because I doubt they've ever let you down, right?" said Melissa, putting her arm around him as he looked at her, shaking his head. "No, they haven't," replied Benny, dying inside. "I didn't think so," said Melissa, briefly softly kissing his lips. "Now come back stage and let's fix you up, because this chick is about to rock the shit out of these geeks." "Thanks, we'll be getting everything in tune and signal me when she's ready," said Henry, putting his thumbs up. "Will do." Melissa took Benny by the hand behind the stage as Donna and Claudia joined her with some bags. "Sit please babe, and you girls find everything?" "Hopefully one of these will fit?" said Claudia, pulling some boots from the bag. "Nice, Claudia," said Melissa, undoing his combat boots. "These will look hot on her?" "Are you nuts, Melissa?" cried Benny as she slipped one of his feet into the first boot. "I'll fall on my ass in these?" "Of course you won't. You'll fucking rock the shit out of them," said Melissa, sliding on the other one. "Stand up and take a few steps." "If you feel wobbly, just hold the mic stand and wiggle your hips," said Donna. "Trust me, that's what all the chicks do on stage when their feet hurt or they're tired." "I can't," cried Benny, walking back and forth, wiggling. "My feet don't hurt. I just can't walk in these." "Then just stand there looking hot and hold it like it's a big dick that you're dying to swallow," said Donna as she opened a pallet and brushed on some blush and then some eye shadow. "That's what I would do." "That's fucking gross! This feels fucked up. All of it!" moaned Benny as she touched up his lashes. "Get it together, and stop the diva shit!" said Melissa, slapping his face. "The whole fucking band is counting on you." "Huuuhh," sighed Benny, stunned, adjusting his mouth, shocked that she just cracked him across the face. "Now pucker up and you are a fucking rock star bitch," said Melissa, taking a lip brush, painting on a brighter red as she held his face upwards. "Now I am going to rock your world in a few hours, but first you are going to rock that stage, you sexy little slut. Now is the WICKED Black Widow ready to go out there and kill it, because this sexy fucking Natasha cunt sure is!" Benny bit his lip, staring into her eyes with a stern expression, never wanting to punch a woman in the face this badly, yet never more turned on in his life. It was almost a juvenile staring contest, until he was the one that blinked before he turned, hearing the drums begin pounding and feeling the rush of the stage calling him. Two quick breaths and a stretch of his neck before up the stairs he went as the crowd went crazy as the Black Widow hit the stage. He looked around, wanting to pummel his buddies for somehow getting him into this strange position, and then looked out, seeing the biggest crowd he had ever faced. When the familiar guitar rift began emanating from one side and the bass pounding from the other side, he turned, picking up the tambourine, softly pounding it against his thigh. When he turned his back, seeing Kenny nodding as he pounded the drums, everything suddenly flowed naturally as he sounded the first note. He was conscious only of controlling his tone and his rasp as there he was the lead hot chick, channeling the diva inside him. He looked out at Melissa and the girls in front dancing to every beat as he swayed back and forth, holding the mic. Just seeing himself with long nails wrapped on both sides of it seemed just so surreal, as he parted his lips, getting into the chorus. Seeing people singing along in the crowd lit up his face, quieting the butterflies in his belly and then he closed his eyes, belting out his first high note. For just that moment he wondered if he was dreaming, but when his eyes popped back open, red hair sliding into his line of sight brought reality right back. It was already past the point of any return anyway, as he loved being on stage and never had his heart pounded so forcefully when he raised his hand and the crowd went crazy as he finished the first song. "Thank you," yelled Benny into the mic in his best squeal. It was amazing as he peered out, seeing more people gathering as everyone applauded during the brief pause. When Kenny started clanging together his drumsticks for the next song, Benny started swaying like he normally did, and couldn't believe how exhilarating it felt. "Give it up for Black Widow, everybody," yelled Kenny into his mic. "Thank you again," said Benny, looking over his shoulder before wiping a few stray long hairs that stuck in his lip gloss. "This is... I mean I'm Natasha, and we are the Avengers tonight." Just the crows again clamoring sent Kenny right into song, as before he even realized,he was swaying back and forth sexily in his heels. He almost couldn't believe it himself, as he overextended a few steps right and then a few left, and suddenly he was really handling the heels. Sensations of his enhanced hips swaying to the beat and his body in rhythm just naturally took over and little by little he was dancing like he normally would. It was a little different of course, as his curves and heels accentuated his bopping, but by the third song he was prancing across the stage and playing up to the band as his adrenaline took over. The rest was history as they succeeded with flying colors, not even taking a break between sets. They were hugging and celebrating when they came off stage. As exhausted as he was both mentally and physically, he was even more ready for round two with Melissa, as she practically mugged him the moment they laid eyes on each other back stage. "Un-fucking-believable," screamed Melissa with her arms around his neck after finally taking her tongue out of his mouth. "That was sick!" said Benny, kind of shell shocked, kissing her again. "Oh just go get a room you two already," teased Donna. "Oh we will if we make it that far," joked Melissa, finally letting go and squeezing his hand. "So I guess we'll be doing that again tomorrow?" asked Sal, taking off his gloves. "I'm sure they'll be demanding it," said Henry. "Wouldn't you!" said John, still pumped up. "Did you see that crowd?" "Ok, guys. Let's all calm down," said Benny, taking Melissa by the hand. "Unfortunately I doubt that you dickheads are wrong, but this superhero doesn't really want to think about that until I have to. Right now I'm on a break from being Black Widow, so if you don't mind, I'll catch up with you guys in the morning." "You got it," nodded Henry. "I'd say you deserve it." "And earned it! That and so much more. Later guys," Melissa said as she and Benny walked out. "Thing is, maybe you're on a break from being Black Widow, but I'm just getting started with Natasha." "Weird as that seems," said Benny as he followed her out a back door of the conference center. "I like the sound of that."