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Cosplay Exhibitionism Club - Chapter 2: Double Trouble
🕑 Added 2025-04-30 17:54:32 +0000 UTCLucy stepped onto the convention floor, her heart racing beneath the familiar pleated skirt of her Marin Kitagawa cosplay. She didn't changed anything up even the panties with "Fuck me" printed on were the same. The thrill of what she and Mia had planned today made her stomach flutter with a mix of nerves and excitement. After their encounter at the last convention, they’d been texting non-stop, scheming for this moment—a daring double flash to a carefully chosen guy.
She spotted Mia near a booth piled high with anime merch, and her breath caught. Mia had opted for a Marin Kitagawa cosplay too, but hers was bolder—a shorter skirt, a tighter blouse, and a playful smirk that promised trouble. Lucy felt how a bit of jealousy raises in her. Mia is always a little bolder. Lucy opens a button of her shirt revealing a bit more of her cleavage - she won't fall behind!
When Mia saw Lucy, her eyes lit up, and she waved her over with a grin.
“Lucy!” Mia called, weaving through the crowd to pull her into a quick hug. “We’re gonna kill it today. You ready to make some guy’s con unforgettable?”
Lucy laughed, her cheeks already pink. “I hope so. Your Marin is… intense.”
“Gotta go big,” Mia winked. “Come on, I’ve got something to show you.” Before Lucy could ask, Mia grabbed her hand and tugged her through the convention hall. Lucy expected a secluded corner, like their last meeting, but Mia stopped in a less private spot near a row of food stalls. It wasn’t crowded, but there were enough people nearby to make Lucy’s pulse spike. What was Mia planning?
Mia turned to face her, eyes gleaming with excitement. “Check this out,” she said, her voice low. She glanced around, then lifted her skirt just enough to reveal her panties. Lucy’s jaw dropped. They were identical to hers—black cotton, with "Fuck Me" in stark white letters. The sight sent a jolt through Lucy - they really are like twins today.
“You got the same ones?” Lucy whispered, her face burning.
“Thought it’d be perfect for our team-up,” Mia said, dropping her skirt with a smirk. “Your turn—show me.”
Lucy hesitated, her heart pounding. There were people nearby, not close enough to see clearly, but close enough to make this feel reckless. But Mia’s confidence was infectious, and Lucy didn’t want to back down. She took a deep breath, glanced around, and quickly lifted her skirt, giving Mia a glimpse of her matching panties. The cool air hit her skin, and the thrill of exposure made her head spin.
Mia clapped softly, grinning. “We’re a matched set now. Let’s go find our guy.”
They prowled the convention floor, their eyes scanning for the perfect target. Mia led the way, her sharp instincts guiding them as she searched for someone who’d appreciate their stunt without making it awkward. Lucy followed, her hands fidgeting with her skirt, her nerves battling the growing excitement. They passed groups of cosplayers, vendors hawking posters, and photographers snapping shots, but no one felt right.
Then, near a quieter corner of the hall, Mia nudged Lucy and nodded toward a lone guy leaning against a wall. He was in a simple Pikachu hoodie, not a full cosplay, and his eyes darted toward a few revealing cosplays nearby—a catgirl with a short skirt, a bikini-clad warrior. He wasn’t leering, but his subtle glances suggested curiosity, maybe even a hint of shyness.
“Perfect,” Mia whispered. “He’s peeking but not creepy. Let’s give him a show.”
Lucy’s stomach flipped, but she nodded, her resolve bolstered by Mia’s enthusiasm. They approached the guy, Mia leading with a confident strut. He noticed them coming and straightened, his eyes widening slightly at their matching Marin outfits.
“Looking for something sexy?” Mia asked, her tone teasing but not cruel.
The guy—his name tag read “Ethan”—blushed, his freckled cheeks turning pink. He stammered, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Uh, I—I was just… um…” He clutched his convention badge, hoping he hadn’t come off as a creep.
Mia grinned, cutting him off. “Relax, we’re just messing with you.” She glanced at Lucy, giving her a subtle nod. Lucy’s heart pounded, her fingers trembling at the hem of her skirt. This is it. We’re really doing this. She stepped closer to Mia, their shoulders brushing, and felt a surge of courage from their shared audacity. Mia’s eyes locked with hers, a silent ready? passing between them.
Together, they lifted their skirts in perfect sync, revealing their matching "Fuck Me" panties. The bold white letters stood out against the black fabric, impossible to miss. They held the pose for a heartbeat longer than their first flash, letting the moment linger. Lucy’s face burned, but the thrill was electric, her body humming with adrenaline. Mia’s smirk widened, her confidence radiating as she tilted her hips slightly, making the reveal even bolder.
Ethan’s jaw dropped, his eyes widening behind his glasses. A simple „Holy“ slipped from his lips, overwhelmed by the sight. The words on their panties seared into his brain, and his face turned a deeper shade of red. His hands fidgeted, unsure whether to look away or keep staring, torn between embarrassment and awe. He swallowed hard, his heart racing, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away, captivated by their boldness.
Lucy caught his reaction, and a mix of pride and exhilaration surged through her. He’s totally floored. We did that. Mia’s fingers brushed hers, a subtle signal, and they dropped their skirts in unison, the fabric swishing back into place. The moment was over, but the air crackled with its aftershock.
“Enjoy the con,” Mia said with a playful wink, grabbing Lucy’s hand and pulling her away. Ethan stood frozen, his mouth still open, as they vanished into the crowd.
They weaved through the crowd, their laughter mingling with the convention’s hum, until they found a quieter spot near a water fountain. Lucy leaned against the wall, catching her breath, her body buzzing with adrenaline. “That was… insane,” she said, her voice shaky but exhilarated.
Mia fanned herself, her cheeks flushed. “Right? Did you see his face? I’m so turned on right now, I can’t even think straight.”
Lucy’s eyes widened, but she couldn’t deny the heat coursing through her own body. “Me too,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “That was… more than I expected.”
Mia stepped closer, her gaze intense, her playful demeanor softening into something deeper. “Lucy, that was just the start. I want more of this—with you.” Before Lucy could respond, Mia closed the distance, her lips brushing against Lucy’s in a soft, tentative kiss. Lucy froze for a split second, then melted into it, her hands finding Mia’s waist as the kiss deepened, charged with the shared thrill of their stunt.
They pulled back, breathless, their foreheads touching. “I need more“ Mia murmured, her voice husky, “we’re going bigger. You in?”
Lucy’s eyes widened, but the heat coursing through her was undeniable. “More? Like… right now?”
Mia’s grin turned wicked. “Why not? Let’s up the ante. A small group this time—really make it unforgettable.” Before Lucy could protest, Mia was already scanning the crowd, her eyes locking onto a trio of guys near a gaming booth. They were in casual geek gear—graphic tees, one in a half-hearted Deadpool cosplay—and their loud chatter and occasional glances at passing cosplayers suggested they were bolder than Ethan, maybe too bold.
“Those guys,” Mia whispered, nodding toward them. “They look like they’d eat this up. You in?”
Lucy’s stomach twisted, a flicker of unease mixing with her excitement. A group? That’s… a lot. But Mia’s enthusiasm was infectious, and the thrill of their first flash still lingered, urging her on. “Okay,” she said, her voice shaky. “Let’s do it.”
They approached the group, Mia leading with her usual swagger. The guys noticed them immediately, their conversation pausing as they took in the matching Marin cosplays. One, a tall guy with a Deadpool mask pushed up on his forehead, smirked. “Well, damn, look at this,” he said, nudging his friends.
Mia didn’t miss a beat. “You boys enjoying the view?” she teased, her tone daring. Lucy stood beside her, her heart hammering, trying to match Mia’s confidence. Just like before. We’ve got this.
Mia gave Lucy a quick nod, and they moved in sync, lifting their skirts with deliberate slowness. The "Fuck Me" panties flashed into view, the white letters stark against the black fabric. They held the pose, the convention noise fading as Lucy focused on the rush—the exposure, the risk, the power.Mia leaned forward slightly, her skirt hiked higher, daring the guys to look closer. Lucy’s thighs trembled, but the adrenaline was intoxicating, her body alive with the thrill, even as a small voice in her head whispered, This feels riskier.
The guys’ reactions were immediate and aggressive. “Fuck, yes!” the Deadpool guy roared, stepping closer, his eyes locked on their panties. “You girls are begging for it, huh? Look at that—fucking sluts!” The stocky guy in a Naruto shirt laughed, pulling out his phone. “Yo, I need a pic of this!” The third, a lean guy with a smirk, licked his lips. “Come on, babes, let’s find somewhere private. We’ll give you what those panties are asking for.”
Lucy’s breath caught, the words and their hungry stares hitting her like a punch. They’re not just shocked—they want us. Her excitement twisted into unease, the thrill now laced with fear. This isn’t like Ethan. They’re too much. She glanced at Mia, hoping for her usual bravado, but Mia’s smirk had faltered, her eyes flickering with discomfort as the Deadpool guy took another step toward them.
“Show’s over,” Mia snapped, dropping her skirt before the guy could snap a picture and grabbing Lucy’s arm. Lucy followed suit, her hands shaking as she smoothed her skirt down. But the guys didn’t back off. “Aw, don’t be like that,” the Naruto guy said, moving to block their path. “You can’t tease like that and just walk away. Let’s have some fun.”
“Back off,” Mia said, her voice sharp, pulling Lucy toward the crowd. The guys laughed, the Deadpool one calling after them, “We’ll find you later, sluts! Those panties don’t lie!” Lucy’s heart pounded, her face burning with a mix of shame and lingering arousal. Why is part of me still turned on? This is wrong.
They pushed through the convention’s chaos, dodging cosplayers and booths, until they burst through the exit into the cool evening air. Mia didn’t stop, leading Lucy toward the nearby train station, their footsteps quick and urgent. Lucy’s mind raced, the guys’ words echoing in her head, mingling with the electric rush of their stunt. They reached the station platform, panting, and collapsed against a pillar.
“That was… too much,” Lucy said, her voice trembling. “They weren’t just into it—they were… aggressive.”
Mia nodded, her face softer, her usual confidence shaken. “Yeah, I fucked up. Thought they’d be shocked, not… like that.” She met Lucy’s eyes, her vulnerability raw, then her expression shifted, a glint of curiosity breaking through. “Lucy, be honest. Those guys calling us sluts, saying they wanted to fuck us… did that turn you on at all?”
Lucy froze, her cheeks flushing. The question cut straight through her, exposing the tangled mess of her emotions. She wanted to deny it, to say it was just fear, but her body betrayed her, the heat between her thighs undeniable. Instead of answering with words, she glanced around the empty platform, then lifted her skirt just enough for Mia to see. The black panties were visibly wet, the fabric clinging to her skin, a silent confession.
Mia’s eyes widened, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her face. “Fuck, Lucy,” she whispered, stepping closer, her voice husky. “You’re as messed up as me.” She closed the distance, and places her lips onto Lucys a second time this day. Lucy gave in, her hands gripping Mia’s waist, the kiss deepening as their shared adrenaline and desire intertwined, a desperate release from the chaos of their escape.
They pulled back. “We’re not done,” Mia murmured, a spark of mischief returning. “We’ll make it perfect next time.”
Lucy nodded, her unease fading under the heat of Mia’s promise. “Together,” she said, her heart pounding with a hunger for what came next.
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Thank you for your nice Feedback on the first Part of the Story, today i post part 2. This was mostly prewritten by me already so dont expect these stories daily :p
Well - with this "bad" expierence Lucy is a little uneasy to go for another round right away so a little spoiler - the next chapter she will explore some exposing that won't require her to flash to people in person.
But maybe you also have a few Ideas how lucy can forget the seed of fear planting inside of her this chapter - after all it still turned her on right ^^
Comments
Tybar
I feel like Mia and anyone commenting on her not-in-person flashing will end up getting her more and more turned on, making the fear fade away.
