Cosplay Bingo

Nikki didn't waste any time. She'd had plenty of fun already and this last task had become somewhat business like for her. When they were in the curtained off change room, she dropped to her knees and attacked James' pants. She pulled his cock free, taking a moment to check it out before sucking it into her mouth.

He had quite a large, bulbous head and Nikki briefly considered fucking him just to feel it spreading her pussy, but decided that she'd just get this done so that she could go and find out who was going to be her slave for the day. She was surprised to realise that she hoped it was Brad. There was something about the possibility about getting hold of Jane's brother as a slave for a day that was exciting her.

Even as she considered it she was pumping James' cock with her hand and sucking the large knob into her mouth and teasing it with her tongue. She could feel him thrusting his hips and knew that it wasn't going to take too long.

Nikki stopped long enough to hand Jesse her phone, telling him to get the photos quickly. He happily obliged before setting it aside to enjoy himself.

Nikki felt him reach down and slide a hand inside her bra, squeezing her tit and pumped him even more vigorously. She was rewarded with an increase in the urgency of James' grunting. She didn't relent, giving him no time to back off from the edge of orgasm, instead ensuring that he plunged over the ecstatic edge as quickly as she could make him. She took his head in her mouth as he blew and swallowed.

'Oh fuck, that was amazing,' James' panted when she released his spent and flagging cock.

'I am pretty good at it,' Nikki laughed. 'Now, hand over those boxer briefs and you can go and see if your friend will still talk to you.'

She giggled when he had the good grace to blush, then took his underwear and abandoned him to sort himself out. She stopped a little further down the hall to put a mark through the Pokemon square, completing her bingo card, then texted Jane to find out where they were all going to meet up.

~~~~~~~

Nikki was the last to arrive and the other three all watched as she bounced in triumphantly, waving her card in the air.

'BINGO!' she shouted as she joined them before she even took stock of the fact that there were a few extra girls tagging along.

Jane, Brad and John all laughed at her, shaking their heads at her triumphant entrance, whilst the two additional girls sized her up and appraised the girl that was coming to meet them.

'You seriously completed the whole card?' Jane asked, as she joined them.

'Of course, didn't everyone.'

'You know we didn't,’ Brad replied.

Nikki couldn't help but notice the curvaceous girl dressed as Catwoman and the way that she was sizing her up.

'Hi, I'm Nikki,' she said, offering her hand a welcoming smile.

'Andrea,' the girl said, returning the smile and taking Nikki's hands. The smile on her face didn't quite dispel the totality of the calculating gaze that she was being summed up with.

Brad re-introduced Ivy to Nikki and the gang discussed where they would head to now that the convention was over for the day. Nikki wanted a full accounting of the bingo results.

'You can come back to my hotel room if you like,' Ivy offered.

The offer was accepted and they all trooped off to Ivy's hotel, Nikki quizzing John as to how he'd found his Catwoman, particularly interested now that she seemed to be accompanying him. Both she and Jane probed and questioned, but all that John would give up was that after she'd helped him complete a square on his bingo board he'd been too enamoured with her to bother with the rest of the competition.

'So how many squares did you knock off before Andrea?' Nikki asked, grinning.

'None of your business yet,' John replied, not willing to give up information ahead of anyone else that was involved in the game.

Ivy offered everyone drinks in her room. They were sitting around on the two beds, the chairs and in Jane's case the floor as they waited for Nikki who had assumed a queenly manner, clearly intending to run proceedings.

'Right, who's going to go first?' she asked once everyone had settled down. There was a bit of a stare-down as everyone waited for to volunteer to be subjected to Nikki's analysis.

'How about you draw lots or something?' Andrea suggested. Everyone agreed and Ivy was elected to sort the process. She took some toothpicks and broke one short before offering them around.

Brad drew the short straw.

'Ok Brad, first show us the card, then you can provide the evidence and talk us through it.'

Brad blushed before he even managed to pull out his card.

'Whoa Brad! That's more than I expected' Nikki exclaimed when she saw that he had three squares marked off on his card.

'Ok, so, Ivy here was my first, giving me the Game of Thrones square.'

'First?' Jane asked, surprised. 'And you're still here?'

'Indeed I am,' Ivy replied, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

'Right, moving on,' Brad said, blushing again as everyone seemed to re-appraise him with their eyes.

'Wait, where's the proof?' Nikki asked. Brad grabbed his backpack and pulled Ivy's black lacy panties from it to display. Then he found the photos that had been taken. Jane declined seeing her brother's proof, willing to accept the fact that Ivy was with him as enough.

'As I was saying, next was Harley Quinn. Brad swiped through the photos to those that featured Harley sucking on Brad's dick, her black thong wrapped around the base.

'Now that chick is sexy,' John said in appreciation. Andrea gave him something of an evil eye, drawing a laugh from Nikki. Jane rolled her eyes at him and Brad decided staying out of it was probably the wisest thing for him to do.

Brad produced the thong from the photos and laid it in front of everyone to a polite round of applause.

'And then finally I ticked off the Disney square with Ariel,' Brad said, dropping the green cotton thong onto his little panty pile before showing them the photos of the little mermaid.

'Care to comment,' Andrea said to John quietly.

'Um, no?'

'Good boy.'

Everyone laughed as the normally cocky John sat dutifully silent, seemingly cowed by his Catwoman.

'Right, so let's draw again and see who's next?' Nikki said excitedly.

Ivy found the toothpicks again and this time, Jane drew the short one. Glancing at her brother and blushing, she produced her card and dropped it on the floor where everyone could see the marked off squares.

'Nicely done,' Nikki said to her. 'Looks like my Givenchi is safe though.'

'Yes, but so hopefully is my butt from your slavery,' Nikki laughed back. Everyone turned to look at John.

'What? Don't look at me, you don't know what I've got marked off!'

'We'll see soon enough,' Nikki grinned.

Jane produced her phone and the first photos that came up were the ones that she'd managed to take with Chris Hemsworth.

'No fucking way, you did not!' Andrea exclaimed, seizing the phone and taking a closer look.

'Is that the real Chris Hemsworth?' Ivy exclaimed.

'Yes it is and no I didn't,' Jane laughed. 'But I sure as hell would have if he'd let me. This was actually my first and I have Nikki to thank for it.'

Nikki looked bamboozled at the comment and everyone was a little surprised when she flicked to photos of Sailor Moon.

'You do not need to look Brad,' Jane told her brother as he tried to get a look at the girl that his sister had had fun with. Ivy had a good look, teasing Brad about what a hot chick he was missing out on seeing.

'Sailor Moon is pretty hot too,' she added. Brad gave her a playful punch on the arm in response.

'Did you get her panties?' John asked. Andrea poked him as Jane pulled out Sailor Moon's white panties and threw them on top of the pile that Brad had started.

'So why would you have to thank me?' Nikki asked, confused.

'Apparently you had an interlude with one of her friends. She saw me with my Bingo card and thought that I might have been you. I didn't pretend to be you, but I did offer to help her play the game anyway.'

'Cheeky little bitch,' Nikki said playfully.

'Its just a game sweetie,' Jane giggled in response.

'So who was next?' John asked.

'Well after sampling the lovely oriental delights of Mikiko, I went half alien and did Spock.' Jane produced the proof and then told them how following Spock the memory of Chris Hemsworth had been haunting her and how she'd tracked down a suitable Thor and taken care of him.

'After that, I wanted to be sure that I wouldn't come last and that's when I managed to run into Mr. and Mrs. Incredible.'

'You had a threesome?' John asked, tongue almost lolling from his head.

'You have so much to learn,' Andrea said, shaking her head.

'What? I can't be surprised?' he protested.

'Yes, you can be surprised, but when you all but drool over the prospect ... well, you'll see.' John leaned back on the bed he and Andrea were sitting on before leaning forward again to have a look at the photos that Jane showed them, disappointed that he couldn't see her body, but knowing enough now that saying anything would likely get him into even more trouble with Andrea. Part of him was excited about the prospect.

'They were even married, which was a bit of a freak out,' Jane laughed.

'Whoa, that's something I've never even done,' Nikki said appreciatively.

'I'm sure it's just a matter of time,' Brad mock-consoled her.

'Two straws left, unless you just want to admit defeat,' Nikki said to John.

'Naah, let's draw,' John said, wanting to drag things out as long as he could.

Ivy held the straws for them and this time Nikki drew the short straw. She dropped her completed card before everyone.

'Damn, this could take a while,' Brad laughed.

Nikki slowly went through the long list of her encounters, everyone oohing and ahhing appropriately at both the mixed way in which she'd completed her card and the added details that she provided as to how each encounter had transpired. John was very careful not to give away his participation in the Star Wars encounter.

'Well, as expected Nikki, you have totally surpassed yourself,' Jane said, raising her drink in tribute.

'Ok John, time for the big reveal, are you going to be my slave or not?' Nikki demanded.

John dropped his card before everyone.

'Slave!' Nikki declared when she saw only the two squares marked off.

'Told you the mermaid was a good idea,' Ivy said to Brad with a grin on his face. Brad returned the grin, surprised at just how content he was not to be the one that would be subjected to Nikki's slavery.

'Were you the first?' Jane asked Andrea out of curiosity.

'No, the second, otherwise there probably would have only been one. Once he'd met me, there was no turning back, was there John?'

'None at all,' John agreed, looking a little sheepish at the admission.

'Ok, so who was the first then?' Nikki asked.

John turned and grinned at her. Instead of answering, he reached for his back pack and unzipped it. As they all watched, he pulled out his Darth Vader costume.

'You were!'

'No fucking way!' Nikki protested in surprise.

'How else would I know that your first choice was for another girl dressed as Slave Leia, but she said no and instead you did her real life brother, dressed as Luke?' Everyone had seen Nikki's evidence and John was so adamant that they couldn't help but think that maybe it had actually happened.

'But ...' Nikki said, still trying to work out if it was true or not.

'Compare my costume to the one in the photo, or if you like, my cock,' John offered. Nikki took the mask from him and compared it to the photos.

‘So, if it was really you, where did you cum?'

'In your mouth, and then you offered to kiss Luke and freaked him out.'

'You dirty fucker!' Nikki accused him. 'You deliberately did that just to fuck me?'

John just blushed in response.

'I have new appreciation for your devious mind John,' Jane laughed.

'Lucky he found me before he needed a Supergirl,' Andrea said, 'Or he might have tracked you down as well.'

'Naah, as exciting a prospect as that is, I couldn't have done it to Brad,' John said.

'Thanks,' Brad said.

'I should have seduced Jon Snow,' Nikki lamented.

'No! He's my brother!' Jane exclaimed, slapping Nikki on the thigh.

‘Anyway, so you've proven the first, what proof do you have of the second?' Nikki asked, turning back to John.

'Me,' Andrea offered.

'Nuh uh, not enough, he could have just paid you to show up,' Nikki countered.

'I've already lost, what does it matter?' John protested.

'Oh go on, show them my underwear,' Andrea grinned at him.

'There's really no need,' John said, blushing, leaving the rest of the group to wonder what was so bad about it.

'If you don't prove it I'll be ten times worse to you when you're my slave,' Nikki threatened.

'Fine, but I don't want to hear any more about it,' John demanded, making them each promise in turn. They watched as he stood up and pulled down the pants of his Green Lantern costume to reveal Andrea's panties. The whole group erupted in laughter, Andrea just sitting and smiling happily. Despite their promises, they couldn't help but needle their friend at the revelation. He stated that he was off to the bathroom to remove them.

'No you're not,' Andrea said firmly.

'What?' he asked.

'You're not taking them off. If you do, I'm leaving.' Brad looked at John, giving him a quizzical look. The girls also looked at him curiously, waiting to see what he would do.

They enjoyed the rest of the evening together over a few drinks at Ivy's father's expense before it was time to say goodbye. The four friends headed off home, as did Andrea, with promises between Brad and Ivy and John and Andrea that they'd be seeing each other again soon.

Just before they parted, Andrea found a quiet moment to get Nikki alone. She whispered something to her that no one noticed. Nikki looked back at Andrea with a surprised grin and then laughed, drawing John's attention.

Andrea went over and gave John a quick but passionate kiss good night.

'What was that about?' he asked her when the kiss broke apart.

'Never you mind, girl stuff.'

'Come on John,' Brad called out, 'We need to get going.'

Reluctantly and slightly suspicious, John returned to the group so that they could commence the drive home.

~~~~~~~

Two weeks later, John stood nervously at the door to Nikki's apartment. He hesitated before knocking, wondering what on earth she had in store for him.

'John!' she said when she answered the door. She was wearing a pair of cut off denim shorts and a simple midriff baring pink t-shirt that left no doubt as to the delightful shape of her breasts. John tried desperately not to stare, dragging his eyes up to her grinning face.

'Nikki,' he replied significantly more reservedly.

'Come on in my little slave, we're going to have so much fun today.'

'I'm sure you will at least,' John sighed.

'Right, first order of business; if you're going to be my slave, you have to dress the part.'

'Only because it was part of the deal.’

‘Well, whatever, it works for me,' Nikki grinned. 'The first thing that you're going to do for me is clean my apartment, so here's the uniform for it.'

John stared at the French Maid's outfit that was being proffered to him.

'You're kidding right?'

'Oh come on John, you know I don't joke around like that. You'll have fun; just enjoy it. You can change in my room.'

John sighed and took the outfit from her and headed to the bedroom. He had agreed to the terms and so he'd go through with it. They'd agreed that Nikki couldn't cause him any pain or do anything that would publicly embarrass him, so he figured that as long as it was only Nikki that was seeing him and as long as she stayed looking so hot, he'd suffer whatever humiliation she had planned for him and then put it behind him.

He stripped out of his clothes and picked up the uniform. It had a very short skirt with lacy trim but no underwear, so he left his boxer-briefs on. He looked in the mirror to see just how bad it looked and shook his head, muttering under his breath before going back out to face Nikki.

'No, that's not right,' she said, taking in the sight of him. 'Those boxers were definitely not part of the outfit, they have to come off.'

'But there was no underwear,' he protested. Nikki just gave him a look that said, 'duh' and he reluctantly stripped them down his legs, kicking them through the doorway into Nikki's bedroom. He could feel the cold air of the apartment on his cock and glanced down to see if it could be seen. As he leaned forward the skirt dropped though and so he couldn't be sure. He studied Nikki's face, but she wasn't giving anything away.

'Perfect!' Nikki said, clapping her hands gleefully. 'You can start by vacuuming the living room and my bedroom.'

'John was glad that Nikki's one bedroom apartment was on the small side as she pulled the vacuum cleaner from her little linen closet.

As John vacuumed, Nikki followed him around enjoying the sight of him in the little dress, especially because every now and then when he moved she'd get to see the head of his cock dangling lower than its hem. As he moved about it was often blocked from her view, but she found the whole proposition arousing.

John wiped his brow and turned back to Nikki, 'What's next?' he asked.

'Toilet, bathroom then kitchen,' Nikki said.

John took the bucket and sponge that she passed him and headed to the toilet. He grabbed the brush from its container in the corner. Nikki pulled a chair over and sat just outside the door, complimenting him on how cute his bum looked peeking out from below the skirt.

John was continually struggling not to blush. He was surprised that Nikki's running commentary on the sexiness of his look was arousing him. That of course led to the problem that his cock was swelling. Hoping that Nikki wouldn't notice was futile. The moment that she did, she clapped her hands with glee and demanded that he come and stand before her so that she could get a better look.

'You know, now that I can see it up close again, it does look a little familiar,' she teased him. It was pressing up against the skirt and Nikki reached out with her hand and ran a finger down the skirt so that it pressed against his aroused cock.

She felt it twitch, pressing up against the finger and she smiled happily, her finger continuing until it ran over the head and beyond, allowing it to bob back up again.

'Go on, back to your cleaning,' she told him.

John finished up in the toilet as quickly as possible and moved to the bathroom. He was glad that Nikki at least didn't seem to be demanding unusual standards of perfection in his cleaning. Otherwise he may have been really pissed. He wasn't quite sure what he had expected from this day of slavery, but cleaning in a French maid's outfit certainly hadn't crossed his mind.

When he was finished in the bathroom, Nikki directed him to do the dishes she'd left in the sink and then to clean the floor. That was where she suddenly became a bit more demanding. He was told that he had to do it on his hands and knees, one tiled square at a time. Wet, wash, dry and polish. The whole time that he did it, Nikki kept moving in behind him to admire the view of his cock dangling between his legs. Every now and then she'd walk over to him, reach between his legs and cup his balls or stroke his cock, making sure that he was nice and hard.

'You're such a good little maid John,' she said to him. 'Maybe I need to employ you on a more permanent basis.'

'Not fucking likely,' he replied. Nikki cupped his balls and gave them a firm squeeze, drawing a shriek from him.

'Now now, be good, we don't want to have to be punished do we?' Nikki asked him.