Chapter 3

“So, we have eleven men and seven women. Not a bad start. Eighteen founding members, all of us connected by our mutual love of cosplay, booze, weed, junk, parties, literature, and wanton debauchery. So, the menfolk are me, my name’s Konrad in case you missed it, Jack, Brett, Ace, well, I don’t know your real name, so I always call you that, Wayne, Tristan, Todd, Joey, Ronnie, Nikos, and Brigham. The women are Katie, Sammie, Natasha, Christy, Melissa, Vicky, and Stacey for now. Oh, and Amber, which actually makes eight,” I declared as we wrapped up breakfast.

“Yeah, it seems pretty clear to me that Amber wants in on this. Nineteen total folks, with the option of adding more lucky bastards and bitches!” Katie declared as she sat on my lap now and kissed me repeatedly.

“So, let’s settle on some basic ideas or common activities between us. Besides sex and cosplay,” I proposed.

“Well, we should still attend CosCon and other conventions a lot,” Ace urged us.

“Naturally, we should. Also, anyone who wants to live here with us, feel free to do so, for as long as you wish. Mi casa es su casa, just ask Konrad ... and Nikos ... and Brett ... and Sammie ... and Katie,” Jack assured us all.

“And Christy and Ronnie, I hope,” Christy interjected now with a predatory smile on her face.

“You just want a daily dose of dick, don’t you? A daily dicking down,” Ronnie teased her.

“Yep, and you’ll have so much pussy on tap that you won’t know what to do with it, honey,” Christy stuck her tongue out at her husband.

“I’m certainly game for that! How about this, while we’re making plans, our own cosplay convention, too! A clear way to draw in more folks for both the cosplay and other fun activities of our group. Our core group can live together, too, which makes for a lot of pleasure right there. Shared expenses and such. D and D club activities, too, which will draw in a lot more horny virgins, mostly guys, but some girls. I think that some part of at least one house, my family one, can even be renovated with glory holes and things of that nature. It’s my official residence, but it can be used as a backup HQ after this one,” I observed, even as Amber walked in on us and sat at my feet.

“So, am I in this club or not?” Amber asked me directly.

“Hell, yeah, babe! You’re definitely a founding member!” I told her as she began Katie and me.

“Let’s not forget that we still have this current convention to attend as well. By the way, my real name is Stewart, not Ace. Nice to meet you, studmuffin,” the other half of the “ambiguously gay duo” from yesterday told me.

“Oh, definitely, especially since we can probably lure in at least another member or two. It will help that we’re letting them crash with us for as long as they please. People who don’t like staying with their spouses or boyfriends or girlfriends or parents or roommates anymore will be more prone to go for that. What about screening for STDs? I mean, anything that one of us has at this point, all of us have, or could have, but that’s an assumed risk for a short space of time. We’ve all agreed to accept it ... for longer, we might have to exercise more caution after this,” Jack suggested.