Super Goth Booty - 2 (Patreon)

2. Taking a Second Look

Another fanmeet, another chance for Regina to test the waters with her hung fanboy. To test if he was in fact as hung as she believed he was. She had taken a seat on his lap and felt something big. But maybe that had been a fluke. Maybe the stringbean had something in his pocket or something and Regina just thought it was his dick. Regina needed confirmation. She needed to know for sure that her fanboy was packing.

If that meant she had to put up with another fanclub meet-and-greet, then so be it. If the skinny geek was as blessed as she thought he was, it would be well worth it.

The event was held in the back of some bookstore - a name-brand retail chain, obviously. If Dentata was going to be a part of the hero big leagues, then she couldn’t lower herself to a mom-and-pop store.

She entered the store in full heroine garb and instantly all eyes were on her. Exactly the way she wanted it. Regina couldn’t keep the smirk off of her face. The suit redesign had worked like a charm.

Legs and thighs and ass put on display, creamy pale flesh wobbling with every step she took. Her strut was proud, powerful, like a runway model’s. She knew how good she looked. And she knew everyone was getting an eyeful of how good she looked.

The gathering was in the far back of the store. Regina could see it as she walked in, a couple dozen or so fans crowded around a couple of tables and too few seats. She made a beeline for them, her long, beautiful legs taking long, purposeful strides.

She didn’t even need to announce her presence. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor was enough to draw the attention of her waiting fans. She stood  some feet back, hands placed on her wide hips, giving them a moment to drink in the sight of her dark beauty. And the way their eyes widened in response to her altered outfit… damn, it gave Regina a hell of a rush.

But what was most important to her was his reaction. She spotted her skinny nerd quickly, her gaze laser focused on the young man. She watched his face, his eyes, savoring the tiny micro-expressions as he was struck with the visual feast of so much pale skin put out on display.

She watched him draw his eyes up her strong but curvy legs covered in black fishnets, her wide hips flaring out from her trim waist, her full breasts all snug in her tight black leotard… the new and improved Dentata was everything a healthy, red-blooded man wanted in a sexpot heroine fantasy.

Regina made her approach… but there were a few obstacles in her way. The gaggle of her other adoring fans, just as gobsmacked to see her new attire, but no less starstruck. They crowded around her, holding out notebooks, pictures, and other paraphernalia for her to autograph.

“Omigod!” One teen girl cried out. “Your new outfit looks so amazing, Dentata!”

“Your legs look insane!” Another female fan said to her, this one older but no less giddy to be in Regina’s presence. “I love your eyeliner, too. You look like you don’t take shit from anyone!”

It was true. Dentata was a bad bitch. That was the image Regina had worked for years to cultivate. No one held sway over the goth heroine of the night - especially not a man. But for one exception, of course.

My cute little geek fanboy. Except there’s nothing little about him. I hope. I still need to find out for myself.

Regina forced a smile, signing autographs and shaking hands as she went, thinning the gathered crowd to make way for her real target. It was well-practiced, her friendliness. Even though it would fit her image, responding to her fans' adoration with a sneer and a biting curse wouldn’t have done Dentata any favors in the popularity department.

It took a few minutes - a few minutes too long, in Regina’s opinion - but soon the path to her fanboy was cleared. He was still seated in one of the bookstore’s cushioned chairs - and still ogling all the pale skin Dentata had on display. The dark heroine smirked, putting a little extra sway in her step as she strutted towards him.

She closed the distance and he gazed upon her like he was having a religious experience. Regina felt a wicked thrill at the worship in the young man’s eyes. Her blood was running hot, tingling in her veins.

“Hey.” She greeted him in a low purr, her black-painted lips curled into a not-so-friendly smile. “I remember you.”

Her fanboy blinked, his hands clutching the armrests so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

“You do?” He didn’t exactly squeak. The young man managed to maintain a level of composure in the presence of his dark (yet pale) goddess, keeping his voice level if not firm.

Regina’s smirk grew. His nerve was commendable. He may have been a regular joe, but she was pleased he wasn’t gutless.

“Of course.” The heroine Dentata leaned down, the swell of her covered bosom looming over the college kid’s wide-eyed face. It was a miracle the guy hadn’t passed out from sheer joy, Regina thought giddily. “The only fanboy of mine with enough balls to ask me to sit in his lap? Hard to forget. Speaking of hard…”

Regina made her move without warning. Paying no mind to the rest of her fans looking on and whispering amongst themselves, the goth heroine swung around from the side of the chair. Before her fanboy could even utter another word, Regina sat her pretty rump right on his lap. The soft swells of her buttocks made contact with his groin and Regina gave a content, innocent sigh.

She threw a look over her shoulder, taking indecent glee in the look of heavenly shock that fell across his cute face. Then she wiggled her juicy behind into her favorite seat… and felt it.

There had been no fluke. Regina had not made a mistake. What she felt pressing into her lovely derriere was no phone or glasses case or whatever. It was a bonafide club. Hard as steel. Warm. And she could feel it throbbing through his pants.

Oh, yes. Her fanboy was hung.

With wicked joy bursting in her heart, Regina gave a soft hum. She wiggled her behind into his crotch again, feeling the young man’s prick swell and twitch under her shameless teasing. She threw another look over her shoulder, locking eyes with her gifted geek. There was a glazed look about him, as if he was going about a dream.

Oh, I’ll make your dreams come true, baby. Just you wait…

“Well now… you must be very excited to see me again, huh?” She teased him, biting her lip. Next she felt his hands on her nearly-bare hips, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

Wow. You really do have a pair of balls on you.

“Yeah.” He said, almost choking on his words. “Oh, yeah.”

Regina’s heart was blazing. Her blood was boiling. The other fans were still watching her… but she just didn’t give a damn. Not when she was this turned on.

Her beloved nerd - who she still didn’t know the name of - was one of the most blessed men she’d ever met. Like hell was she not going to take advantage of that.

“What do you say we get out of here?” Regina asked him breathlessly. She rolled her hips atop his lap, grinding her lush, pale booty into his hard, fat cock. Smothering his prick through his jeans. “I think my number one fan deserves his own private event.”