The Opportunist (Bimbo Note)

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Azalea looked out from her lonely booth at the RompCon Adult Entertainment convention. The crowd before her was a pick’n’mix of chesty internet whores, cosplay camgirls and the usual neckbeards that hugged their shadows. There were six foot amazons clad in latex and chains, tattooed anime chicks with brightly coloured hair and even guys and girls dressed as that weird kawaii Aiko chick that had taken over the deviant side of the internet a few years ago. Yet, like countless other OnlyFemmes creators with booths at the convention, Azalea sat perched on a high-stool – avoided like a bad stench.

She scanned the bustle of jiggling flesh bitterly until her eyes stopped on a circle of excited chicks in platform heels huddled around a figure that she could not quite see. Their micro skirts rose up their backsides exposing a rainbow of neon g-strings as they leaned in excitedly. Stupid sycophants Azalea muttered to herself. Stupid faceless air-headed twats, she spat bitterly.

The huddle broke as one of the girls dragged the object of their affection over to an area set up for taking photographs with a background hanging from the ceiling above. Their quarry was a handsome man of about 30 and Azalea felt a pang of recognition. He was that guy from that show everyone was talking about – yet somehow she couldn’t quite place the name of the show or its star. Subconsciously, she reached to the table on her right and placed her hand on the Bimbo Note. Who the fuck is he?! She began to stroke the pages like a clitoris as she watched the giggling sluts snap selfies with the famous actor.

Oh, for fucks sake… she gasped under her breath suddenly realising how much she wanted him. She grew wet under her signature catsuit as he posed for photo after photo will his perfect smile and perfect hair. But the name wouldn’t come, and despite the warmth that was rapidly spreading between her thighs, neither could she.

Enough! Azalea snatched up the old book, left her booth and strode over to the impromptu photoshoot. Pushing between a girl with fake tits and a bunny outfit, and other dressed as some kind of angel, she opened the Bimbo Note to a clean page and conjured her sweetest smile.“May I have your autograph please, sir?” she pushed out her chest and batted her eyelids, and he duly obliged. Grinning coyly, she snapped the tome closed, shoved one of angel-girls' stupid wings out of the way and exited the crowd to let the magic happen.

Excitement rapidly turned to confusion as the group of fans simultaneously lost track of their fixation. Azalea smirked as they turned around like lost children. The famous actor they had been fawning over just moments before was nowhere to be seen, and one by one they walked away with matching looks of disappointment.

Only one figure remained – a fake looking blonde with huge breasts wearing little more than a string negligee and an empty expression. The thrum between Azalea’s legs was back and she felt if she didn’t come soon, she was going to lose her mind.

“Hey, hot stuff!” she winked at her creation. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands. There is an exhibition area over there for us performers. What do you say we go and give people a real reason to take some pictures?!”