She’d signed up to be a “booth babe” at a local comic book convention, but didn’t realize that it was doubling as a anal sex aficionado convention. She could barely make it from one booth to the other without some guy asking to fuck her perfect ass. She couldn’t really blame them. She always accommodated them, since she knew the main rule of service was that the customer was always right. She just wished the convention hall had supplied lube, since their spit tended to dry out before they were done. She tried not to cry from the pain, but the hot metal bar of the bike rack combined with the burning pain of her ass being destroyed, was too much. The tears always seemed to make them fuck harder and faster, but at least that meant they came quicker. She looked back at the line that was forming and knew she’d be late to her next booth.