Chapter 43: Together at Last

    “This is it here!” Rebecca whispered loudly. “Room hundred and eleven!”

    “Why are you whispering?” Chloe gave her friend a look.

    “People might be sleeping?” Rebecca gestured a finger to encompass the dark skies above the pool’s patio area. With the medieval tunic she was wearing, Emily couldn’t help but think her friend looked like a video game character sneaking about to pick the locks on doors.

    “Night literally just fell,” Chloe rolled her eyes. “Nobody goes to bed this early.”

    “I do,” Rebecca said in a quiet voice. “Usually.”

    “Like I said—nobody,” Chloe laughed, showing a gleeful smile that was full of energy. With one arm through the handles of the large plastic gift bag containing her things, she took a moment in front of the room one eleven door to carefully arrange the locks of hair and settle her loose ponytail properly on her one shoulder.

    Ensuring everything’s just perfect for meeting Brian, Emily thought, clenching her teeth.

    “...That’s not nice!”

    “Don’t be mean to Rebecca,” Emily snapped, trailing behind the two girls with obvious reluctance. “What are we even doing? Brian’s expecting me and Rebecca. He doesn’t know you’re gonna be here.”

    “Oh?” Hand already poised to knock on the door to Brian’s room, Chloe lowered it, turning to sneer at Emily. “What do you know? Who are you to Brian? He’s spent the whole weekend thinking about me, wishing I was here with him. Waiting for me. Has he contacted you at all? I don’t think so—he didn’t even remember you were coming to AnimeCon, now did he?”

    “More like... he couldn’t contact us, because you have his phone?” Emily retorted. That girl—the girl who appeared out of nowhere was right about the phone. Maybe she was right about... everything?

    “That’s between me and Brian—it doesn’t have anything to do with you,” Chloe shot back.

    “Guys, guys!” Rebecca tried to hush them. “We’re friends! Why are we fighting?! Who’s going to knock?”

    “Well, I’m not gonna knock,” Emily said. A strange look came over her, as if suddenly remembering something, and she dug for the little pocket sewn into the Akane Kurokawa bracer at her wrist.

    “Of course you’re not,” Chloe snorted, raising her fist towards the door again. “Because, as always—you’re just a little coward.”

    “Nope!” Emily grinned at Chloe and proudly held up a room keycard. “I’m not gonna knock, ‘cause I don’t have to knock.”

    Here goes nothin’... Taking a deep breath, she nervously brushed Chloe out of the way and slid the card into the slot above the doorknob. A green diode flashed on the device, and it unlocked with an audible click. Oh my God—it worked. Maybe that girl really fucking was my guardian angel?!

    Emily savored the girl’s speechless expressions for a long, brilliant moment before leaning her weight on the knob, and pushing the door open.

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    How the fuck does SHE have a room key? Chloe wondered, confused at the sight of the keycard lock obediently opening for that wretched little runt.

     Did they met up at the convention? Chloe frowned, pursing her lips. No, that shouldn’t be possible.

    There was no time now for her prepared words—a taunt reminding Emily of the little wager they’d made yesterday—as that short-statured latina girl shouldered the door open. Entering without knocking was only going to catch Brian even more off-guard, though, make it even easier to belittle Brian for being flustered and vulnerable at their sudden intrusion. This works. After all, Brian’s all alone. HAH. I made sure of it.

    But, Brian wasn’t alone.

    When the door opened, the girls discovered Brian was flanked on either side by spectacular young women; a rather familiar pink-haired girl sitting beside him let out a startled gasp, and then a raven-haired beauty on her knees who turned to give the speechless newcomers an expectant smile. Brian himself was caught in flagrante delicto, sitting upright on the edge of the bed with costume pants pulled down to his knees and massive dick standing proudly up in the air.

    What, Chloe’s jaw went slack, her mind going blank as she struggled to comprehend the situation. No way. This isn’t—this isn’t happening. This literally isn’t possible. 

    Was that stupid, disgusting, misogynistic penis of his always actually that size? This wasn’t how this long-awaited moment was designed to turn out. The assigned programming was a feature-length Brian beatdown special she’d been looking forward to for months! Instead, the expected scene looked to have been replaced by something right out of a porno. A porno, starring her boyfriend and the two scheming bitches was now playing in place of the carefully culminated feature special Chloe had been anticipating for months.

    This is supposed to be Brian’s pivotal moment of helpless impotence—what the fuck about that stupid huge erection and not one, but TWO fucking sluts here with him makes him look impotent and useless?!

    “Whoa! Uh, hey—what the hell?!” Brian exclaimed in surprise, trying to stand and cover himself. “Chloe?! Emily? This, uh, this isn’t exactly what it looks like—”

    “O-oh, oh my goodness! Sorry!” Rebecca called out stiffly, eyes widening at the sheer size of Brian’s exposed manhood. “Uh, sorry! Sorry—wr-wrong room?” The girl in the medieval tunic stumbled back away, intent on pretending she hadn’t seen Brian and immediately exiting the scene. Her steps stuttered for a moment, however, as she recognized the girl they’d met earlier in the day and Rebecca nearly tripped up in surprise. “St-Stephanie?!”

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    “Brian? Stephanie?!” Emily breathed out in shock, eyes flicking back and forth from that girthy penis jutting up from his lap to the other two unexpected faces in the room. My guardian angel girl’s here, too?! On her knees right in front of Brian’s…

    Despite the unexpected presence of the girls, in the end Emily just wasn’t able to peel her eyes away from that entrancing sight—that flagrant display of thick cock right out there in the open. The various frantic thoughts racing about her mind collided and sank like shipwrecks below the stormy sapphire slosh flooding her entire mind. Uh… Brian’s… pretty damn impressive, isn’t he?

    “Well…” Kelly’s playful grin spread into an absolutely salacious smile. She teased her tongue over her lips in a blatant show for their guests. “He’s right. It really wasn’t what it looks like—but well, it sure as fuck is, now.”

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    Before Brian could struggle the rest of the way up and onto his feet, Kelly pressed him back down, leaning herself over his lap and swallowing that ardent erection whole. She took him deep into her throat on the first go, her lovely elfin nose squashing into him as she buried her entire face into his crotch. Nearly gagging, Kelly felt her esophagus rhythmically squeeze down on his cockhead, but she held herself there for a long, strangely satisfying moment working her lips at his very root. 

    “Ke-Kelly—wait!” Brian panted out. “Kell—hnnnngg!”

    Kelly carefully tucked her falling curtain of black hair behind one ear before slowly releasing him, another new line of red already seeping a new trail down through her dark locks. Although her cheeks hollowed with suction, she was salivating like crazy with all that meat in her mouth and her lips revealed a pulsating shaft very slick with her own spit as she teasingly pulled back up along it.

     In full view of that shocked trio of girls standing in the doorway, inch after swollen inch of throbbing cock disappeared again into the warm confines of Kelly’s mouth. She hummed a tone of pleased contentment as she began blowing him in earnest, ratcheting up the speed and enthusiasm. Kelly’s entire body felt like it was tickling with awareness, tingling with arousal as the blinding red flashes filled her mind. Another strand of color dribbled down through her hair.

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    Oh my God! Emily’s eyes shone with glee and thrilled excitement. Shivering with excitement, she felt like the inside of her head was already tittering with beautiful blue splashes of laughter. Yeah, Chloe! Brian was waiting for you, alright—waiting for you to see THIS!

    It was astonishing seeing Brian getting his dick sucked right in front of her eyes, so unexpected and amazing that Emily found herself completely riveted, incapable of tearing her eyes away from the scandalous act playing out before her. She’d only gotten that brief shocking glimpse of Brian’s prodigious member standing tall before it was gobbled up by that girl—the mysterious girl who’d provided the room key to her, no less!—but, the shape, the size, the defining lines of that perfect penis were burned into Emily’s brain, etched into her thoughts like a throbbing blue afterimage.

    To her surprise, rather than jealous, or even possessive of Brian, what Emily felt more than anything was enormous relief. He wasn’t depressed and alone here after all. There was only relief and a bubbly sense of exuberant joy, in seeing this confounded look appear on that cunt Chloe’s face.

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    “You—you,” Chloe stiffly sputtered, her elegant face flushing red with indignation, refusing to accept the reality of what was playing out in front of her. Up until this moment she was so completely stunned that she was unable to react, her mouth opening and closing in disbelief at the vulgar scene.

    They were both here with him. Both the pink-haired art thot she’d supposedly gotten rid of, and the treacherous girl who’d been wearing gothic lolita were here. These two were both obviously in on it somehow, part of this treacherous conspiracy going against all of her planning, ruining all of her painstaking efforts.

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    Fuck-k! Although Brian wanted to react at seeing the girls—especially Chloe, of all people, unexpectedly bursting into their hotel room—wanted to say something, to address this situation that was spiralling so absurdly out of control, he was completely unable to. This mischievous girl ferociously fellating him made for a sensation so tight, wet and warm that it was all he could do to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head, his body from turning itself inside out and spilling his very soul down Kelly’s gullet in dozens of gigantic glorious spurts. Fuck-k-k, fuck holy fucking fuck it’s been too long since—

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    “Brian?! You-you’re cheating on me?!” Chloe took a bewildered step forward into the hotel room. The unshakable, lofty look of composure she typically affected was contorting now, her eyes bulging and face twisted into a disbelieving caricature of her normal face. “Really? Really?! How fucking dare you—after everything I’ve fucking done for you—after all my hard work?!”

    “Cheating?” Emily retorted, snapping her attention over to give Brian’s ex-girlfriend an incredulous stare. “Hard work? Chloe, are you fucking stupid?”

    “You ungrateful degenerate fucking scumbag!” Blinded by her own righteous fury, Chloe made a mad lunge for Brian and the girl whose head was even now still bobbing up and down in his lap. With a painful yank, Rebecca just barely managed to catch Chloe’s arm and pull her back.

    “Stop that! Stop! Get off of him, you goddamn filthy whore!” Chloe, increasingly unhinged with Brian’s silence and apparent inaction, tried to force her way forward anyways. Viciously shrieking out in a strange, shrill voice while snarling and gnashing her teeth like a scrapyard dog straining at the end of its chain. “I’m going to fucking kill you, Brian. I’ll fucking kill you! I’ll fucking murder you you shit ass little fucking faggot!!”

    “Okie-dokie well we’re going to go now!” Rebecca yelled out in her sing-song voice, bracing her legs and leaning into each step as she fought to pull Chloe back out of the room.

    “You’re dead, you rotten cheating fucking piece of shit!” Chloe roared. “You—and both of your filthy fucking whores! You—you filthy fucking rapist shithead! Nobody fucking does this to me, nobody—”

    “Gawd, shut up!” Emily was trying to shove her way past that wildly clawing and flailing Chloe when she took an elbow hard to the side of her face. On the other side of the room, a still-speechless Stephanie was scrambling back on the bed to hide herself behind Brian.

    “Rapist! Pedophile fuck! Queer fucking faggot!” Continuing to scream obscenities, Chloe scrabbled for the nearby dresser, knocking the Darkmask helmet onto the floor and sending the other scattered things everywhere. Her grasping fingers managed to grab at one of the convention lanyards, and Chloe clung to it as she tried to smash everything in sight and wrest free of Rebecca’s pull. She was determined to at least deprive them of something, take away any pound of flesh she could, hurt them in some tangible way. 

    “Chloe—Chloe, stop!” Brian tried to rise up again, but with Stephanie behind him fearfully clinging to his shoulders and Kelly continuing to insistently suck and slurp her way along his dick as if nothing else was happening, he was unable to get any sort of traction.

    “We’re so, so sorry! It’s um, it’s time for us to go, and now we’re leaving!” In her desperate attempt to maintain control of the rapidly escalating chaos, Rebecca also managed to grab onto the dazed Emily’s wrist with her free hand.

    “Rebecca—let go!” Emily cried out. With a tremendous effort, Rebecca forcibly hauled both of her friends back out of the hotel room as the door began to swing itself shut again.

    “Let the fuck go of me! I fucking said let the fuck go of me you stupid fucking bitch!!” Chloe screamed, smacking Rebecca across the face as the door closed. Trembling with rage, Chloe’s neatly gathered hair had fallen askew of her hair tie and she no longer looked anything like that carefully collected image of grace and poise her friends were accustomed to.

    Belatedly realizing one of the two forces pulling at her arms had disappeared, Rebecca turned to discover one of Emily’s fabric shinobi bracers in her hand—part of the Akane Kurokawa cosplay, little plastic knives and throwing stars still sewn into their little loops—and nothing else. Working her jaw, Rebecca looked up and down the row of hotel room doors alongside the pool patio, but Emily was gone. She’d somehow darted back into Brian’s room at the last moment.

    “Emily…”

    “AaarrAAARRGGHH!!!” Chloe screamed, kicking out at the door.

    “Chloe honey—we need to calm down,” Rebecca cautioned, turning her frantic friend away from room one-eleven and cautiously releasing her. “That was, um, that was sure surprising? But, we uh we didn’t give him—um, them—any warning, and—”

    “I’m going to kill him,” Chloe panted. “Kill. Him. Coward fucking rapist fuckstain.”

    Searching with wild eyes for something to destroy, some means to vent her terrible fury, Chloe took the convention lanyard she’d snatched in both hands and tried to rip the pass apart.

    It was impossible. After a brief struggle and a moment’s aggravated frustration, she managed instead to bend and fold the un-tearable laminated convention badge into as much of a crumple as she could. To her surprise, the harem charm, that stupid fucking novelty charm everyone had thought was so funny had the audacity to actually be dangling from the lanyard behind the AnimeCon pass.

    “Nnnrrrah!!!” Furious, she grabbed the wooden charm between her fingers and was about to break it in half when sudden sparks spat out, silvery light flashing out from the charm like an electrical discharge. 

    “Ow—fuck!” Chloe swore. She fumbled the entire lanyard, losing it somewhere in one of the low hedges that separated their walkway from the railing around the pool patio. 

    “What the... fuck?!” Holding up her finger to the illumination of the hotel’s exterior lights, she saw that not only had she somehow split her nail—it was bleeding! Chloe was just about to more closely examine the bloody fingernail when a silver storm of wind, glinting and sharp, seemed to send shiny slivers through her mind. It swept her frenzied, furious thoughts into sparkling disarray and left behind a strange, uncertain dizziness.

    Whirling unsteadily on her feet, Chloe felt momentarily blinded, and she blinked rapidly in confusion. All that maddening, distorted anger in her head had been elongating certain murderous thoughts, growing into a thorny bramble of blades when that bright burst of lustrous air had suddenly blasted through her mind like an unstoppable gale.

    What. What the…?! Some of those sharpened pieces of hatred remained, but so many were broken, disconnected from the narrative in her head. Brittle, confused shards of her wrath were now embedded painfully in emotions they were never intended to touch upon. With the edge taken off her rage-induced clarity, her feelings were collapsing into a mixed-up disorderly mess, and she turned to give Rebecca a blank look.

    “Chloe honey? Chloe?” Rebecca took a careful step forward. “Are you oka—”

    Chloe lurched forward, vomiting and retching across the hotel walkway.

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