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Tru Potential

... blurted, turning red but needing answers from SOMEONE.

"I have no knowledge other than the names on my list" he responded evenly, as if reading from a script. He made a mark on the paper and tapped the clipboard with the tip of the pen, then turned to Pikachu. "Name?"

"Jessica Nigri." A pause. "Oh, screenname 'JSKA'." She said evenly, looking the man directly in the face. 'Good for her', Angie thought. Take no fucking prisoners.

Another mark on the paper, and another tap. "Go on in", he said, and the other man reached out and opened one side of the door for them to walk through. They both hesitated for just a moment and looked at each other. Instinctively, they reached out and grasped hands, and walked through the wide door together with their heads held high and slight vibrations coursing through their lower bodies.

The stage was at the far end of the room, with 10 chairs set up in evenly-spaced intervals along the front. Five of the chairs were occupied, and looking at the women sitting there, Angie could identify most of the cosplays: the tan hat was Rorschach, who she met earlier. There was a bunny with big ears she didn't recognize; that might just be a generic bunny suit. The blue woman with pointy ears was obviously Neytiri from Avatar. The Mercy Devil from Overwatch. And not surprisingly, easily seen because of her extreme height, the Dark Nurse. There weren't two empty chairs next to each other, so the two women dropped their hands after a quick ...

... reassuring squeeze and brief eye contact, then split up to go take their seats.

As she sat in the soft padded chair next to the Nurse, Angie glanced over to try to catch the tall woman's attention to give her some reassurance. Knowing that all these seated women had been subjected to the same tumultuous day that she had, made her go through a range of emotions from anger, confusion and fear.

The room was silent for a few minutes except for the quiet rustling of material as some of the seven women adjusted their positions on the padded seats. She heard the door behind them open and her heart leapt into her throat, and she realized just how nervous she was. A few moments later, Spider Gwen sat in one of the remaining open seats, glancing around nervously. That made eight women, total. A few more minutes passed but the door did not open again.

Both hands on the round clock on the wall pointed straight up as the vibrations started slowly, staying at a low level for a few seconds then ratcheting up a notch, leveling off for a few seconds, then up again, level off, up, level, then a massive burst to the top of the spectrum all at once. The thrusting started shortly thereafter and again, those fucking metal disks made her nipples turn hard as lava rocks sitting in the blazing sun. She leaned her head back against the soft padding of the chair and closed her eyes, just letting the ride take over - she had endured SO much today, and she was ready to just let everything go, including ...