8. Centre of Attention
My father’s operation went very well, and we visited him in his recovery ward, teasing him that he looked as if he was getting a taste for some of our games. Then he was off to a rehabilitation centre and we were preparing for the ComicCon that would see the launch of the ‘Pharaoh’s Lovers’ … We’d had to travel up to the exhibition centre the night before, and stayed in a Visitor Lodge almost next door.
We’d received our personal copies of the graphic novel — it was more than a ‘comic’ — the evening before. The story was a fairly simple one. Our characters were supposed to be a pair of slaves, tasked with providing sexual services for the Pharaoh. He fell in love with us, and showered our characters with gifts and honours — making the Pharaoh’s chief wife extremely jealous, because, surprise, he was ‘Gay’ and refused to have sex with any of his wives … So, when he died, the ‘Queen’ arranged for our characters to be mummified and sealed into the tomb with him … That’s where the fun part of the story starts.
An archaeologist enters the tomb unaware that our ‘double mummy’ characters will be ‘revived’ if disturbed, and will then embark on a campaign of revenge on all the descendants of the Queen, the High Priest and his helpers. In the story the mummified lovers escape, and using their supernatural powers, wreak havoc turning everyone they meet Gay … until eventually Anubis himself retrieves the lovers and takes them to ‘paradise’.
It was fun, a graphic comic fuck-fest. And now we would appear at this ComicCon, trade show and rubber fest. This was our first ever convention of any type, and we were amazed at some of the characters and costumes being worn — and ours promised to be a sensation.
“Oh yes, if it’s been depicted in a comic, someone will try to reproduce the costume or the character.” Mick laughed. “Your outfits will fit right in! Though, to be honest, this convention is mainly about pornographic art and comics, all the porn suppliers and more than a few of the gear suppliers and makers are here.”
“You’ll be amazed at some of them,” Kat commented. “Eli wants us to get you to our kiosk early, so we can set you ready for the display. Carlos and Angelo, his partner, want to set you up as a part of the display for the launch of the book. He’s got a dressing room set up behind it so you can get ‘dressed’ there and have a place to rest and refresh when you need to.”
Our rubber mummy suits had been ‘improved’ — from the perspective of the viewer as well. They were thinner and would allow us to ‘relieve ourselves’ without having to strip down. They still restricted our movements, and we couldn’t speak or see much, especially with the ‘funerary masks’ in place, but it gave us a massive ‘buzz’.
“Are you nervous?” Butch asked as we settled into our hotel room. “I’ve never seen so many … fetishists in one place!”
“Me too,” I replied. We’d travelled in our ordinary jeans and polo shirts — the outfits we normally wore for classes. “The other guests are all showing off their rubber and leather gear.” Slipping my arms round his waist, I hugged him. “I want to … but it’s scary. What if the cops stop us?”
“They would if we walked out in our mummy suits,” Butch retorted. “I wonder … Eli said we should wear our rubber jeans to go to the venue tomorrow. He has his reasons I suppose, so we’d better just go along with it.” Kissing me he asked, “You hungry?”
“Sort of, but the butterflies in my stomach are beating it to death their wings! I know we wear these really crazy rubber outfits for Eli’s photo sessions, and that they get seen by hundreds of people … but now we’ll be doing it very publicly. Somehow it’s different … scary.”
“I know what you mean.” Holding me against himself, Butch paused, and I could feel his arousal. “It’s scary, but, fuck me, it’s making me …”
I laughed, pushing my own crotch against his. “Then what are you waiting for you sex crazed beast? You going to let this opportunity go to waste? We’re free to enjoy ourselves until eight tomorrow …”
Our clothes ended up on the floor as we devoured each other with kisses until, naked, we were on the bed in our favourite position, one above the other, enjoying each other’s cock.
Erik fetched us at eight and got us too the kiosk a couple of hours before the doors opened. That gave us time to ‘dress’ and to have Carlos tell us how he wanted us to play for the punters. Very few of the other guests were about yet, and those that were all seemed to be stall holders. We knew we were to circulate on the stand, pose with those who wanted to be photographed with us, and generally behave like mummies cursed to this existence.
For us the improvements certainly made the experience of wearing them a hell of an experience erotically — the electro unit rings were more efficiently attached to us — and now the suits looked more like we’d been in a pyramid for a couple of millennia. We’d now got ‘names’ in hieroglyphs on our chests. I was now ‘Potiphar’, and Butch ‘Menasses’. With Kat and Erik, dressed as the ‘archaeologists’, Den, as Anubis, and Eli supervising us for the event it was going to be fun.
“You guys look great,” Carlos greeted us as we emerged on the stand. He grinned introducing his companion to me and Butch. “This is Angelo. My partner.” He laughed as we made ‘mummy’ noises in acknowledgement. “You can thank him for the suit design later.”
Angelo was tall slim, rather effeminate, with an angelic face. Dressed in slim fit rubber jeans, a silk shirt and with rubber cuffs on his wrists and a rubber collar, he smiled, and shook hands with us. “It’s perfect! You will be the stars of this Convention!”
“They haven’t really had time to get a good look at your artwork yet, Carlos.” Eli laughed. “We only gave them their copies yesterday and they haven’t done more than skim them!”
“Hope you enjoy them when you get the chance,” Carlos replied as he walked round us. “This is going to blow the punters away. They’ll be letting them in about now, so into your mummy cases, lads.”
These had been created so that we were actually laying at an angle that was comfortable and meant we weren’t going to be on our feet the whole time we were ‘front of shop’. The signal that we were to ‘arise and accost’ a visitor to the kiosk was to be a short dose of ‘electro stimulation’, allowing one or both of us to be summoned … Once in the morning and once in the afternoon, Den-Anubis, was to turn us into the double mummy, and then Kat and Erik would arrive and unwrap us in their ‘Tomb-Raider’ guise.
The first customers found us about fifteen minutes after we’d settled into the mummy cases, and then it became a steady stream. My initial nervousness soon evaporated. We were unrecognisable, we couldn’t speak, so even had someone who knew us visited the kiosk, they would have been none the wiser. The books were selling like hot cakes — Angelo had thought of this though, and had an order book available as well as a couple of thousand copies in boxes in the ‘changing’ room …
The morning ‘show’ of Anubis turning us into the double mummy was packed, and the ‘archaeologists’ unwrapping accompanied by all manner of suggestions aimed at them and us. We posed for dozens of photos with punters, and several times ‘accosted’ visitors and placed our ‘curse’ on them — to the amusement of the audience. Even though it was great fun, a break for lunch, and being able to have the headpieces off and the hood opened and our heads uncovered, was a huge relief.
“Phew.” Butch said with a laugh. “This is a hoot.” He took a long drink of our isotonic brew. “Ahh, that tasted good. How many punters have you had try to touch you up?”
“Lost count.” I grinned, turning to Mick, guarding the entrance. “Have there been any orders for these outfits?”
“Twenty, so far, and others wanting to get back to us.” Grinning, he added, “And it looks like we’ll be getting a bulk order from one of the big store chains. Then there’s orders just for the headpieces you’re wearing, and for the Anubis mask. And a new one we’ll have to create from scratch. Heard of Horus?”
“The hawk headed god?” I nodded. “That shouldn’t be hard — and it’ll be a fun one.”
“That’s the bunny. Someone asked if we could do Bastet — cat goddess I think — anyway, I reckoned we could have a look at it.”
“Sorry to interrupt guys, but the Press are here and want to do a photo shoot with you.” Carlos raised his heavy eyebrows. “Can you oblige?”
“Sure,” Butch answered as I nodded. I took another good gulp of my drink, and then Mick refitted my hood, and secured the funerary mask.
When they’d finished, it was time to start the afternoon ‘show’ and so we pushed on, got another short break after our afternoon mummification scene again and then remained in ‘role’ until after the exhibition closed at seven in the evening. By then we were both exhausted, dehydrating slightly, and just glad to be released from the suits, dressed in our street clothes and free to walk back to the hotel with Kat and Erik.
For once we were even too tired to do much more than a bit of fondling and cuddling after supper and slept deeply. We made up for it in the morning! And how. We went down to breakfast savouring each other's cum and grinning like a pair of Cheshire cats.
The ride back home with Eli driving was relaxed fun. We stopped a couple of times for coffee and a ‘Motorway lunch’.
“Angelo was worried he might not have brought enough of the books,” I said in response to Eli’s mention of how well it had sold.
“He likes to worry,” Eli retorted. “He was nearly right though. ‘Pharaoh’s Lover’s Revenge’ sold all but one carton he brought with him, and he took orders for a few thousand more from adult book stores. Did he mention that he did sell out of ‘Alien Slaves’? The first book we did with your first photo shoot? You two are due a big payout from your share of both. After costs, we make about one pound fifty a copy, about three pounds on the ‘Pharaoh’s Lover’s’ and you’ll get your cut out of it.”
“Payout? You mean …?” Then I remembered that we were to get ten percent of the sale profit. “Oh. Is it a lot?”
“What do you think?” Eli laughed. “Angelo will have the numbers, but I suspect it’ll be a good nest egg, and it’ll keep selling. And we’ve not mentioned what you’ll be paid for yesterday. Does five hundred sound good?”
“Two fifty each? That sounds good.” Butch gasped. “You paid for the hotel and everything.”
“No, five each. You’ve got your finals coming up, so, unless you’re both geniuses who don’t need to swot up for them, you won’t be doing a lot of cleaning for the next couple of months.” We both started to object. “Shut it. You boys are troopers, but you’re both going to get your degrees — One-Ones or whatever the term is — so you need the time to study up.” He chuckled. “And you will — or else.” His grin was wicked as he added, “I’ll be checking.”
