Conventions of Desire

Chapter 1: The Invitation

The air at Colossal Con East buzzed with electric anticipation, a kaleidoscope of costumes and fervor packed into the hotel’s grand ballroom. Liz, a fierce vixen in a skintight leather catsuit, sipped her neon-blue cocktail, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd. Beside her, Harry—dressed in a frilly maid outfit she’d coaxed him into—fidgeted with his lace hem, cheeks flushed beneath his meticulously applied makeup.

'You look edible, darling,' Liz purred, her voice a velvet blade as she leaned into him, her breath hot on his ear. 'I knew crossdressing would suit you. Every eye in this room is on that tight little ass of yours.'

Harry squirmed, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. 'Liz, I’m just trying not to trip in these heels. Can we dial down the public humiliation for a sec?'

'Oh, sweetheart, humiliation is half the fun,' she shot back, her grin wicked. 'Besides, I’ve got plans to make this night unforgettable.'

Before Harry could protest, a man approached—tall, rugged, with a smirk that screamed trouble. His gaze lingered on Liz before sliding to Harry, appraising. 'I couldn’t help but notice you two,' he said, voice low and gravelly. 'I’m Jace. How’d you feel about a little... private party? The three of us. I’ve got a room upstairs.'

Liz’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she turned to Jace, her posture all confidence. 'A threesome, huh? Bold of you to assume we’re game. But I’ll bite—what’s in it for us?'

Jace chuckled, unfazed. 'Pleasure, pure and simple. I’ve got a few ideas, starting with that pretty mouth of yours... or his.'

Harry’s face went crimson, his voice a squeak. 'Wait, what? I’m—I’m straight, man. Liz, tell him—'

Liz cut him off with a laugh, sharp and commanding. 'Oh, Harry, don’t be so vanilla. I’ve already got him half-convinced to try new things,' she said to Jace with a wink. 'Give me a minute to work my magic.'

She pulled Harry aside, her hand firm on his arm, nails digging just enough to make him shiver. 'Listen up, babe. This guy wants us both, and I’m not passing up a chance to play. You in or what? I’ll make it worth your while—lots of kisses, maybe even let you fuck me a little if you’re good.'

Harry swallowed hard, his resolve crumbling under her gaze. 'Liz, this is insane. I’ve never—'

'First time for everything,' she interjected, her tone dripping with promise. 'Trust me, I’ll guide you through it. You’ll be begging for more by the end.'

Reluctantly, Harry nodded, and Liz’s triumphant smirk sealed the deal. Minutes later, they were in Jace’s dimly lit hotel room, the air thick with tension and the scent of lust. Liz wasted no time, her movements predatory as she sauntered over to Jace, dropping to her knees with a devilish grin. 'Let’s see what you’re packing,' she teased, her fingers deftly undoing his belt, freeing him in one swift motion.

Harry stood frozen, eyes wide as Liz took Jace into her mouth, her confidence unshakeable. She glanced back at him, her voice a sultry command. 'Don’t just stand there, Harry. Get over here. Time to learn how to give a proper blowjob.'

His heart raced, but under Liz’s piercing stare, he shuffled forward, the lace of his outfit brushing against his thighs. The room seemed to close in, the heat building as Liz’s instructions echoed in his ears, her words both a challenge and a lure. 'Start slow, use your tongue—make him feel every inch. Show me you’ve got guts, Harry.'

As Harry hesitated, Jace’s hand found the back of his head, guiding him down with a rough urgency. Liz watched, her eyes alight with wicked delight, knowing full well the storm of sensation about to crash over them all.