Tanya's ComicCon Calamity

In "Never Forget a Birthday", Tanya forgets her boyfriend's birthday, and is made to wear some embarrassing outfits in public, followed by an unscripted public masturbation session. Now, having paid penance for her forgetfulness, Tanya finds that her ordeal isn't quite as over as she'd hoped...

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The rain made a constant drumming noise on the roof of the car as Tanya pulled into the driveway. The bland music on the radio was doing nothing to improve her sour mood, nor had the long queues she'd had to endure while food shopping.

Hitting the brakes with a little more force than was necessary, Tanya brought the car to a screeching halt and dramatically flung the door open. Naturally, the weather chose that exact moment for the wind to pick up, and the rain turned horizontal for a moment, treating Tanya to a face full of water.

"Great." Tanya muttered, and roughly grabbed at the bags on the passenger-side seat.

Covering the short distance to the front door, Tanya fumbled with the key, and spent a few agonising moments in the full impact of the storm as the door stubbornly refused to open. This had not been her week, Tanya reflected bitterly.

She tried hammering on the door, hoping that Matt was home, but either he was buried in a computer game or out and about somewhere else. Either way, the door remained resolutely closed, and a now-saturated Tanya resumed her attempts with the front door key.

Finally, after an interminable amount of messing around, she managed to complete the simple task of turning the lock. Dashing inside, and slamming the door closed behind her, Tanya let out a huge sigh of relief.

The past week had been one to forget for Tanya. Not that she could forget it of course. Not that she'd be allowed to forget it, she thought, darkly.

She slouched into the kitchen, her naturally tall height seemingly masked by the weight of the weather and the way that she'd chosen to "celebrate" her boyfriend's recent birthday.

As she tossed her coat in the corner, Tanya began to sort the food out with no obvious signs of enthusiasm, occasionally muttering to herself about an item she'd forgotten, or an item she'd now bought two of by mistake.

It was as she was putting the tomatoes away that she heard the phone ring. It was probably Matt, of course, asking for her to pick him up from who-knows-where.

Tanya wandered over to the phone, and took a second to wipe her long red hair, now wet from the storm outside, away from her face. Picking up, she simply answered with "hello?"

"Tanya?" a woman's voice on the other end asked, in an abrupt and distinctly unfriendly fashion.

"Umm, yeah?" Tanya replied, not placing the voice and having no idea who with person was or why they'd be wanting to call. If they were trying to sell something, then their voice could do with working on it's first impressions.

"We've met." the voice paused, and Tanya couldn't help but wonder where all this was going. Eventually, the voice continued, "We met at the comic book store."

There was a flinty unfriendliness to the voice, and the mention of the comic book store was an immediate trigger that brought a whole unwelcome bunch of memories flooding back for Tanya. It only took her a few seconds for Tanya to now identify the voice at the other end of the phone. The woman in the store who'd spanked her naked ass. The woman in the store who had looked at Tanya with barely concealed contempt, as Tanya had been made to parade her womanly assets for the benefit of the men.

"What... what do you want?" Tanya asked, hesitantly.

The voice at the other end fell silent for a few moments, before it returned.

"I have the video of your little performance in the comic book store," the woman said, "and unless you want it posted online, then you'll do exactly what I say."

A feeling much like ice running through her veins suddenly swept over Tanya. The storm outside was forgotten, and replaced by a tornado of fear and apprehension.

"Th... the video was destroyed, wasn't it?!" Tanya asked, already knowing the answer.

"No," the voice replied, with an almost audible sneer, "no, there's a video of you alright, and I doubt you'll be wanting it to be sent to your friends and family."

"Wh... wh... what do you want me to do?" Tanya asked, in a horrified whisper, "pay you money?"

The voice laughed. "I don't want your money. I want, well, I want your companionship, to start with."

"Huh?" Tanya said, confused by the mysterious implications of the woman's request.

"We're both going on a little trip today. Be ready to be picked up outside your house in an hour. Tell your boyfriend you'll be gone for a day or two. Don't bother packing... I've got that covered for the both of us. Oh... and tell Matt anything about this conversation, and consider the video posted to the four corners of the world wide web."

"Where... who... why..." Tanya started to ask, but the woman at the other end didn't wait for the conversation to start making sense to Tanya, and the click of the phone signalled that she'd immediately hung up. Robbed of any ability to try to make any semblance of sense out of this bizarre and unsolicited call, Tanya let the phone fall out of her hand, and she collapsed back into a nearby chair with a look of shock on her face.

Did she just ignore this? Put it down to a nasty prank? Call her bluff and assume that there was simply no way that she could have a video of her recent ordeal?

But what if? What if she did have the video? What if she did have the malice in her to upload it to the Internet? What if her friends, her family, and everyone she knew saw her in... Oh God... in those panties! And then being spanked by those guys!

No, no, no, no, no!

Tanya squeezed her eyes shut. With a sinking sense of certainty, Tanya knew that she'd have to be ready to be picked up in an hour, and see exactly where this woman was planning on taking things.

...

The storm had at least temporarily abated when Tanya shuffled out to the street an hour later. She only had a small overnight bag in her possession, and a handbag stuffed with the usual array of phone, money and house keys.

She stood there for in the remaining light drizzle for several minutes, as several cars whizzed past. Every time a car came by, Tanya's heart rate peaked as she wondered if this time, the driver would be the strange woman from the comic book store.

The grey sky above perfectly matched Tanya's moody concerns over her impending fate, and she was entirely convinced that if she stood out here any longer, the heavens would open again and the drizzle would turn into a downpour.

With a mixture of impatience and dread, Tanya was caught between wanting the woman to arrive, and hoping she got permanently lost on the way over.

Then, the third car in a stream of oncoming traffic suddenly flicked it's left indicator on. Slowing down, the nondescript blue Holden sedan pulled up in front of her.

Leaning down slightly, Tanya could see the brunette from the store behind the wheel. The woman was dressed in much the same nondescript clothing that Tanya remembered from the shop. A pale jumper hid most of the woman's curves, while baggy pants also did her no favours either. Tanya tried a half-hearted wave, and was rewarded by the passenger side window winding down.

"Umm.. hi?" Tanya said.

The woman ignored her attempted greeting, and looked at the bags in Tanya's hands.

"The only thing getting into this car is you. What are the bags for?"

"Ahh...I thought we were going on a trip for a day or two?" Tanya ventured, uncertainly.

"I have everything you need," the woman replied abruptly.

"Well, could I at least..." Tanya started to say, before the woman cut her off again.

"You are to leave those bags in your house. You have two minutes to do that and get back to this car. In two minutes, I drive away. If you're not in the car, then in thirty minutes you will be the latest Internet sensation. Your call."

Tanya shivered at the ultimatum, and helplessly swayed between her possible courses of action for a moment. It took her a full minute to realise that she actually had no choice to make. With a small shriek, Tanya hurried back to the house, flung the bags inside, locked the door and half-sprinted back to where the car waited.

Hopping in, Tanya barely had time to close the door or put on her seat belt before the woman accelerated away into traffic. Bracing herself on the dashboard, Tanya began to wonder where exactly this next torrid tale was taking her.

...

The pair drove on in a heavy silence for five minutes, with Tanya not sure whether she should be the first one to break the ice, or what the possible repercussions would be for doing so. They were clearly heading out of town, and it was as they hit the freeway that Tanya's nervous curiosity finally got the better of her.

"Who are you? Where are we going? Why are we doing this?" Tanya asked, with a hint of pleading in her voice. The words tumbled out in a torrent, and she fiddled with her hands as she waited on answers, any kind of answers, no matter how scary and embarrassing they might turn out to be.

The woman simply turned to look at her briefly, an expression of thinly veiled contempt clearly visible on her pale, make-up-free features.

Tanya's driver let the silence reign for a few minutes more, accelerating as she merged into the freeway traffic, and tapping the steering wheel in a rhythmic, and highly irritating manner.

Tanya was almost about to burst in nervous anticipation when finally the woman broke her vigil.

"That store is my territory," the woman said, flatly, not bothering to tear her eyes away from the road ahead.

"Wh.. what?" Tanya said, in bewilderment.

"That store is my territory," the woman repeated, distaste dripping from her words.

Tanya just sat there with a look of total confusion, and the woman took the opportunity to continue.

"My name is Rachel. Those guys in the comic book store used to fawn all over me. Pay me attention. Make me feel desirable."

The car slowed down slightly, as Rachel turned to give Tanya a hard look.

"Then you showed up. Decided to show off your tits and ass," Rachel was practically spitting out the words as she sneered at her reluctant passenger. "Now all they do is talk about you, and I'm a distant second."

Rachel turned back to the road again, and the car shot forward as she slammed her foot on the accelerator.

"Well, I'm sick of women like you taking guys away from someone like me."

Tanya started to protest, proclaiming her innocence, trying to reassure Rachel that she had no desire, wish, or intentions of ever stealing any of those comic book geeks away from her.

Rachel waved away her protestations and gave a mirthless laugh.

"Well, it's a little late for that!" Rachel said, bitterly, "You're all they can talk about! I had to put up with this at the hands of bitches like you at high school, but there's no fucking way I'm putting up with it now!"

With that, she lapsed back into a brooding silence, and Tanya just stared out of the window on to the flowing traffic beyond, wondering just how they hell she managed to get herself into situations like this.

...

For the next fifteen minutes, Tanya did her best impression of a friendly, outgoing woman, who just wanted to make sure Rachel was okay, and see if there was anything she could do to help. That it was a desperate act showed through in her awkward buddy-buddy, high-pitched voice, but at this point her only real option was to make Rachel ultimately like her.

"So, look, I'd be more than happy to help you get the attention of the guys back at the store!" Tanya was saying, in a bubbly, sisterly way, when Rachel's patience for Tanya's feeble attempts finally broke.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that!" Rachel retorted, "because I've got a feeling our little adventure is going to help achieve exactly that."

That shut Tanya up, and Rachel glanced over to give her an evil smirk.

"Since you've dipped your feet into the world of comics, I figure it's time you get the full experience! And the fact that you'll be helping me write a hugely popular review of ComicCon while we're at it, well, that's just the icing on the cake!"

"Huh?" Tanya said, still none the wiser as to what this nerd could possibly be getting at. "ComicCon?"

Tanya had at least heard about ComicCon. Matt occasionally talked about it, and seemed to be under the impression that the two of them should go and check it out. Tanya was under the impression that Matt was delusional if he ever thought she'd waste a weekend like that. But, wasn't ComicCon in San Diego?

Tanya looked back at Rachel. "We're driving to... San Diego?" she said, perplexed and concerned by the huge drive ahead.

Rachel sighed and rolled her eyes. "Do you know nothing, you stupid bitch?"

Rachel shook her head slowly, as if you ask the heavens how it was possible that Tanya could be this dense.

"Yes, the San Diego ComicCon is very famous, well done on jumping to an obviously stupid conclusion. Believe it or not, there are dozens of ComicCons all over the country."

Rachel paused for a moment to switch lanes, and indicated a bag that Tanya had failed to notice lay waiting for her on the back seat.

"You and I are going to our local ComicCon, and don't worry about the fact that you're clearly inappropriately dressed. I've just got the outfit for you to fix that!"

Tanya groaned, and threw her head back. She'd had enough of embarrassing outfits to last a lifetime.

"Look, can I just give you money?" Tanya pleaded.

Rachel snorted, and jerked a thumb at the bag again.

"I don't need your money. I don't want your money."

Rachel arched an eyebrow, and gave Tanya a piercing look.

"However, since you're offering, I will take your top and skirt, thank you very much."

Tanya's mouth dropped open, even if she'd secretly suspected that this was coming.

"Oh, come on Rachel!" Tanya said, "We don't need to do th.."

Rachel laughed, and cut her off before Tanya could even finish her sentence.

"You're right! We don't have to do any of this. How about I find an exit, turn us around, and drive us back? Drop you off outside your house? Would you like that?"

Tanya nodded mutely, with a hang-dog expression on her face.

"... of course then," Rachel continued, "I'll drive back to my place, log on to my computer, upload a video of you having your naked ass spanked, and tag it with your full name and address. Would you like that?"

Tanya shuck her head vigorously, and her eyes were as wide as dinner plates as the cruel blackmail that Rachel was proposing. Eventually, Tanya found her voice.

"What are you... well, umm, what are you asking me to do?" she whispered, uncomfortably.

"I'm not asking you to do anything Tanya. I'm telling you to take off your top and skirt. Now."

Rachel pointed a finger at the fuel gauge, and Tanya suddenly realised they were almost out of gas.

"There's a gas station coming up in five minutes. If you're not out of your top and skirt by the time we reach it, consider this entire opportunity for you to stop that video spreading like wildfire, well and truly lost."

Pouting at the indignity of Rachel's unreasonable demands, Tanya tried arguing for a couple of minutes, but failed to get even the smallest reaction from the other woman. Rachel was wholly focussed on driving, and had a small, mysterious smile that seemed impervious to Tanya's every attempt at appealing to Rachel's humanity.

Tanya was fast running out of time though, and as the gas station hovered into view, Tanya broke and practically tore her top off.

At Rachel's prompting, she threw the item in the back. Grumbling all the way, Tanya then proceeded to push her skirt down her legs, blushing red as Rachel sneaked a few peeks at the plain white bra and panties set that Tanya had chosen to wear today.

Unceremoniously dumping the skirt in the backseat, Tanya huddled in the front, and silently prayed that Rachel would ultimately prove to be too shy to push this too far.

In just her white bra and panties, Tanya pushed herself deep into the seat, and shut her eyes as Rachel pulled into the gas station.

"Please make this quick." Tanya pleaded plaintively.

Rachel merely laughed.

"Hey, I'm the one driving!" Rachel retorted. "You can earn your way and fill the gas up for me."

Tanya clenched her jaw, and desperately tried to dream up an escape plan. Her mind was still a blank when she felt the car come to a halt. Opening one eye, she could see that the gas station was fairly large, and not lacking for business. With a sigh, she realised that Rachel wasn't in the mood to mess around, and after one last pleading stare, Tanya fumbled at the handle of her door. If she was going to have to fill the gas tank in the bra and panties, then she'd be damned if she was going to draw it out longer that necessary.

As she began to force herself out of the vehicle though, Rachel had one more surprise in store for her.

"Hey. Since you're getting out, and we're not going to be stopping again before we hit ComicCon, you may as well change into your outfit while you're there."

Oh, no, no, no, Tanya thought. She instantly saw where Rachel was going to take this.

"I'm not going to change outside in the courtyard." Tanya said, flatly.

Rachel shrugged. "Okay. If that's the case, I guess I have to re-think how seriously you're taking this opportunity to block that video going online."

Tanya gave Rachel a flinty look.

"Are you seriously telling me I have to change into my outfit outside? Are you serious?"

Rachel met Tanya's stare, and returned it with interest.

"I'm telling you that you need to go outside, fill up my car, give me your bra and panties, at which point I'll give you the costume to put on. Whether you choose to put on the outfit before or after you go pay for the gas, well, I'll leave that decision up to you."

Tanya was sorely tempted to slap Rachel as hard as she could across the face, but the thought of that video appearing in the inboxes of everyone she knew stayed her hand.

Realising the hopelessness of the situation, and the fact that the more she delayed, the more severe Rachel's "choices" might become, Tanya had to satisfy herself with merely hissing in frustration, and slamming the car door wide open.

Hopping out, Tanya suddenly felt as if every pair of eyes in the forecourt gravitated towards her. Trying forlornly to simply focus on the act of filling the car up, she grabbed at the gas pump handle, and nearly managed to drop it on her foot as she yanked it off.

As familiar as she was with wearing ridiculous outfits in public - thanks to her boyfriend and a certain trip to a mall for this birthday - it certainly didn't make it any easier to be standing in plain view in just her underwear.

There were already a few catcalls coming from nearby guys, and Tanya tried to block everything out as she agonisingly waited for the gas tank to fill.

"Hey!" Even with a single-minded determination to block out the external world, the loud shout of the gas station attendant cut through Tanya's defences. Grimacing, she turned to face the advancing man, and couldn't help but notice the leering grin on his face.

"Yer know..." he drawled, "I've heard of people worryin' about getting their fancy clothes dirty in a place like this... but stripping down to yer undies is taking it a little too far!"

Tanya had no response to that, and simply tried to force a thin smile. The attendant looked to be in his 40s, and had a pudgy, hard-lived look to him that suggested a life not overflowing with simple pleasures. Tanya's bizarre costume choice seemed to be making up for some of that.