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The Arcade Series
The Tower of Terror
I was struggling. My eyes narrowed and my brow painfully tightened as Ibit my tongue, trying desperately to work out the schedule. Two many days-offrequests, with everyone wanting to go to Ren Faire! I threw down my pencilin disgust, leaning back in my chair and taking another sip of my MountainDew.
"Jeff?" I heard my name and I turned to the doorway. Jacqueline, one ofmy staff, was standing there with a mischievous smile on her face as she leanedagainst the doorframe. "You doing all right?" she asked me.
I sighed. "Yeah, I suppose. It's just this schedule. Everyone wants a weekendoff during Ren Faire and I'm having trouble working it in." I shrugged.
Jacqueline laughed, a silvery bell sound that some how sounded sarcastic. "Well,you ARE the boss. You get all the hard jobs." She brushed an escaped strandof her gold strawberry hair out of her jade colored eyes.
I raised one eyebrow. "What do you want?" I asked suspiciously. Jacquelinewas the one employee who got away with ordering me about, not to mention unbridledsarcasm. She had joked that it was the red hair. I'd do anything for a redhead.
"I finished closing. Everyone's gone, including the Bowling Alley staff." Shereplied.
"Hmmm…tickets restocked? Counter replenished? Debris cleaned up?"
"Yes. Yes. Yes. All finished."
"So go home. Relax, go mentally torture someone else. I've got work to do."
"I'm not ready to go home yet. I haven't finished mentally torturing you." Shereplied, glancing around the office.
I paused and looked deeply at her. Her high cheek bones and angular facehad always intrigued me, which probably explained why I had hired her. Shelooked fetching in her black polo and khaki capris, the later which wasn'tquite policy, but I made allowances for Jacqueline.
"So what's on your mind, Jackie?" calling her by her nickname.
"That new game we got." She said abruptly.
"Tower of Terror? What about it?"
"I'm interested in it. How does it work?" She asked, moving across the officeand taking a seat right next to my desk.
I leaned back in my chair. "Well, it's pretty simple. Those two metal rodsthat stick out of the control panel have a low voltage current in them, alongwith a high power motor that shakes a type of metal spring inside of the rod..The faster the motor goes, the harder the rods shake. The goal is to get allthe way up to max power without letting go." I explained.
"So you have to hold both handles, then?" she asked.
"Yes, or at least two people who are touching have to. If either let go,the power shuts off."
Jacqueline looked intrigued and I could see her inquisitive mind churningas she mulled over my explanation. "Is there a lot of electricity going throughyou?"
I laughed. "No. It's just enough to tell the game circuitry if you let goof the handles. You don't even feel it. Besides, the vibrations are enough,trust me."
"I see." She replied.
"Did I satisfy your curiosity?" I asked her.
"How long do you think the handles are?" she asked suddenly.
"Uh…I guess about six inches from the control panel, but the wholerod is about a foot long from the mounting point. Why?"
"How wide is the handle?" she asked, ignoring my question.
I sighed in exasperation. "Well, Jackie, you've walked by the game as muchas I. Use your eyes or go measure the thing. Why is this important anyway?" Idemanded.
"Just answer the question, Jeff!" she ordered, her eyes flashing with anger.
I shrugged. "Oh about an inch and a half, maybe two inches wide." I replied.
Jacqueline smiled and looked at me, her face beaming in delight.
"Uh-oh. I hate it when you get that look." I said, alarmed.
"I need to ask you a favor. A very important favor." She said, her voicedripping with honey.
I slid my chair away from her, caution writ large upon my face. "What kindof favor?" I asked, my voice suspicious.
She leaned forward, planting her freckled elbows on her khaki knees. "Avery personal favor. Just for me." She batted her eyelashes seductively.
I knew I was doomed already. It wouldn't matter what she asked, I woulddo it. I knew I was weak, but she had wrapped me around her little finger monthsbefore, seeing which rules she could get away with breaking. I suppose it hadhappened at the hiring interview.
"So what's the favor?" I asked, my voice breaking, raising the flag of mysurrender.
She grinned. "I want to play it."
"Huh? You want to play Tower of Terror?" I looked at her incredulously. "Sogo play it. It's after hours and you know staff is allowed to play any gameoff the clock."
She moved forward in her chair until the space between us was only a fewinches. "No, Jeff. I want to play it in a very special way. And I'll need help." Herlower lip caught in her teeth.
A sudden image flashed through my mind and my eyes popped open. She couldn't!I opened my mouth but I merely stammered unintelligibly.
Jacqueline laughed and stood up, taking my hand and pulling me up from mychair. I still was babbling nonsense as we left the office and made our wayacross the redemption area to the main concourse. The Tower of Terror gamewas standing near one of the changers, a show piece that was attracting a lotof attention. The grinning skull at the top of the light bulb filled spineglared down on us as we approached the console.
Jacqueline had grabbed a step stool from the redemption area, one that littlekids used to play taller games, and she dropped it with a clatter on the flagstoned concourse floor in front of the game. I stared at the handles, two thickhuge rods that stood erect from the console like two obscene phalluses, animage that had not previously crossed my mind.
"Uh, Jackie, I'm not so sure about this. I mean…" I stuttered outloud, turning to my devilish employee.
"Oh hush, Jeff. I know what I'm doing." She stepped on the heel of one batteredshoe, pulling it off. "This will be fun."
I gulped, realizing that I wasn't going to voice any more objections asthe second shoe followed the first. She wasn't wearing any socks and I becamesuddenly fascinated with the red tinting of her toe nails.
"They match my hair." She said smugly, wiggling her toes.
I nodded dumbly and then stared as she began to unbuckle the large blackleather belt she customarily wore. It was a popular model, studded with silverbrads throughout the length, looking more like some strange bondage garmentthan a high school teenage accessory.
Her pale fingers unsnapped the single button that held the waist of hercapris together and I saw my first flash of her belly. My breath came in aragged gasp when I saw the flashy glint of a belly ring. Her thumbs began topull the waist band apart and I tensed as more rosy flesh was bared.
She was wearing pink cotton panties, low riding that bared her curved hipsand I licked my lips in anticipation. Jacqueline pushed the Capris downward,turning slightly to show off the curve of her bottom. She wiggled her hipsonce to tantalize me, and then pulled the panties all the way down to her ankles.
I took a deep breath to calm myself down. This was incredible. Despite herFrench sounding name, my employee was Irish colored right down to the coreand I had always known that dye had never touched her head. But there, rightat the apex of the most beautiful slit, was a tiny wisp of red hair. I supposedshe shaved the majority, keeping the last little bit as proof of her Irishbackground.
I looked into Jacqueline's eyes, seeing the deep green flash, sparkling.She was enjoying every second of this strip tease, watching me loose what littlecontrol I had in the situation. With Jacqueline, power was as important aspleasure, and I knew very simply who was in control.
While I stared at her body, she quickly pulled off her shirt, tossing iton our Brave Firefighters game. My eyes only glanced that way as she unhookedthe white bra she wore, baring two white creamy globes, spattered with a faintstar dusting of freckles, surrounding the larger moons of her nipples. I thinkI stopped breathing for a moment.
Jacqueline wasted no time and stepped up onto the stool, holding out herhand to me, obviously wanting me to help her up. I hesitated, looking at thethick metal rod.
"Uh…Jacqueline…don't you want… I mean don't you thinkyou should…you know, um…doesn't it need to be lubricated first?" Istammered.
Jacqueline laughed at me. "You are sweet dear man. No, I don't need anylubricant. I've got my own and I'm gushing." She said sweetly. At that momentI detected the scent of her sex, a strong sweet scent that almost brought meto my knees.
I helped her up on to the console, sitting her down right between the twohandles. My hands trembled as I touched her skin. It was warm and soft andyielding. With a casual ease, she lifted her left leg over the rod, spreadingherself open and I was able to see right down into her cleft.
Her flower was a deep pink, almost reddish hued, with thin lips that neverthelesslooked so sensitive and delicate. The entire length of her slit glistened andI could see that she was right about not needing anything to make the entryof the huge game handle easier. The tiny weft of auburn hair above her petalsmerely added to the enchantment.
"We ready?" she asked. I could only nod, not trusting myself to speak. Sheplaced one hand upon my shoulder and the other upon the game, pushing herselfup. I watched, still between her legs as she positioned herself delicatelyabove the right side rod. She rocked her hips forward and back, rubbing thehard straight edges of the top through the folds of her sex, making the hardmetal slick.
Jacqueline moaned slightly and a shiver ran through her body. "It's a littlecold." She admitted to me.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked her softly.
Her eyes hardened like agates and she suddenly let herself down, lettingthe huge handle of the game fill her body to the brim. I suppose her angerallowed her to deal with the cool impersonal object impaling her, but I couldonly imagine what it felt like. Her eyes widened in shock and she shifted onthe console, obviously trying to deal with the awesome entrance.
"Are you okay?" I asked, alarmed.
She nodded. "Yes. It's just a little thicker and deeper than I was expecting."
"You want to stop?" I asked, masking my hope that she would refuse, continuingon to the excitement of actually playing the game.
This time she shook her head. "No. I'm ready now. It actually feels prettygood inside me." She smiled.
I gulped and nodded back. "All right. We'll try this on the first level.One thousand volts the game says. I'll hold on to your knee and the other handle.If you say my name, I'll let go and the vibrations will stop. Okay?" Jacquelinenodded.
I bent over and used my game key to open the coin door. There wasn't a servicebutton on this game, so I flipped the coin switch twice, hearing the coin upcredit tone. The odd tingling music started, a low throbbing base, and I couldsee the lips of Jacqueline's sex tightening around the silver shaft embeddedin her.
"You ready?" I asked, after selecting level one.
She merely nodded, grabbing my shoulder and squeezing it tight.
I took hold of her bare knee, once more reveling in the soft pliant fleshand the dark contrast to my own hand. I placed my other hand on the still exposedrod and the game responded by picking up the music and sounding an alarm.
I was ready for the terrible vibrations, but I was unprepared for the startledscream Jacqueline let out. Her fingers tightened around my shirt collar, clenchingit as she cried out. I could see her whole body shaking, her legs tighteningup around the rod as it shook more wildly than any sex toy ever could. My lefthand was thrumming from the building quakes, and I watched with fascinationas Jacqueline's eyes rolled wildly left and right.
The level one sequence is only about ten seconds, and I was proud that Jacquelinelasted the entire play. Her body was quivering like a jelly fish when the vibrationsstopped and her breaths came in ragged squeaks. A stream of her own love juiceshad run out from between her legs, slowly dripping down the side of the consoleonto the concourse floor.
As she calmed down I smiled at her, patting her leg and stroking her thigh. "Areyou okay?" I finally asked when she looked ready to speak.
"Yes. Oh God, Jeff! That was incredible! I had such a powerful orgasm!"
"You did?" I said surprised. "But it was only ten seconds!"
"Oh yes! Couldn't you tell? It was like having a powerful machine insideme rubbing me so fast and so hard that my body overloaded with the sensations!" Shesmiled, her eyes flashing with delight. "Let's do it again, but this time onlevel two. I want it to last longer."
"Uh, Jacqueline, it doesn't really last longer, just the vibrations aremore violent. " I warned her, wondering if permanent damage could be inflictedby this mad vibrator from hell. I wasn't sure worker's compensation would coverthis one.
"I know. Just turn it on. I already am." She said, somewhat crossly.
Once again I keyed up the game, selecting the level two button with barelysuppressed glee. Jacqueline spread her legs wide apart, letting me see herdepths and the rod implanted within.
"I'll try to keep them open the whole time for you." She said a seductivelook.
I grasped her thigh, this time much higher than her knee, feeling her smoothskin and the warmth of her loins. I wrapped my other hand around the left handleas the game began the start up.
Jacqueline was better prepared this time, shaking but not screaming as thevibrations started. Level two game play moves up through the vibrations muchmore quickly than level one, adding an additional five seconds to the mix.After about nine seconds Jacqueline was screaming again, rocking back and forthand rising up off the handle ever so slightly as she began to bounce upon itsunyielding length. As the game continued I watched her tense, holding absolutelystill and a look of intense pain crossed her face. Her teeth clenched and Icould feel her hand once more curling around my shirt, nails digging into myneck.
There was a high pitched moan that came from her throat. Too my shock hersex began spurting, wet streaming arcs of juice that coated the game console,splattering me as it dripped downward. Jacqueline reached down with one hand,smashing it against her clit, rubbing it hard, just as the game stopped.
It took a lot longer for her to calm down, almost five minutes before shewas able to even speak coherently too me. And through it all she remained impaledupon the rod. I knew, perhaps instinctively, that she would demand to experiencethe final level and I wondered if she could actually survive the extreme intensityof the game.
A puddle of her juices had appeared on the floor in front of the game andthe pink fount from which they emerged still gushed from around the silverintruder. The muscles around her sex trembled, slight spasms rippling her skinas if tiny shocks were flying across her body. She looked at me deeply, anintense stare that saw right through my calm veneer to see the feelings ofutter desire flooding me.
"Level three." She said. I rang two final credits on the game, selectingthe last option, the hardest and longest of the ranges. My hand rested rightat her groin, only inches away from her sex. She looked down and lifted myhand, placing it over the curved softness of her right breasts.
Her fingers closed around mine and I felt her pushing my digits close, capturingthe upturned nipple tightly. She moaned and I grasped the other handle, holdingit as tightly as I did her nub. She took hold of my arm this time, her legsclosing around the handle as the vibrations started to rock her. On and onthe intensity increased, and I found myself pinching her nipple harder andharder as the sound and shaking rose. Halfway through she began panting, thensquealing, then letting voice a full throated scream that echoed through thebuilding.
Once more her petals exploded, her legs jerking wide apart and then closedagain. I caught sight of the handle, buried, rumbling, and torturing the youngbeauty and I stared in fascination as her entire body jerked wildly. She letout one last piercing cry and then slumped forward, her body collapsing ontomy shoulder.
I held her for a moment, my arms wrapped around her body, holding her upright,feeling the soft tenderness of her body. My nose caught the warm fragranceof her skin, of cream and peaches, mixing with the musky scent of her sex.I held her close as she continued to shake, her entire body reacting to herordeal.
I didn't want to speak, to break this spell that held us both. I felt awetness on my shoulder and realized she was crying, hot tears spilling on tome. It was one of those perfect moments, me holding this red crowned beauty,overwhelmed by the sensations, still impaled upon a huge shining shaft thatwas still buried in her soft pink wetness.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, she raised her head and lookedme in the eyes. Her tears had abated and what looked like a peaceful acceptancegraced her face.
"Are you all right?" I asked her tenderly.
She nodded. "Yes. I'm a little sore, but I'm okay."
"Was this what you wanted?" I asked, perhaps just a little cruelly.
She paused as she considered it. "Yes. The last explosion was maybe justa little much. I almost passed out." Her eyes twinkled and she winked. "Butit was the most intense, longest, most incredible orgasm I've ever had."
Together, we lifted her up and I loved the sound of her body releasing itssilver intruder. I pulled her off the console, setting her down on the concoursefloor, and had to hold her tightly to me to keep her from falling. Her legsshook and she couldn't even hold herself up. She clung to me with a desperatetightness.
I walked her to the restroom by the theater, just a few feet away, helpingher all the way in. She leaned herself against the vanity and I grabbed holdof some paper towels, bending down to help clean her off. Her thighs and loinsglistened from her juices, and I was especially gentle as I cleaned her.
Her flower was a bright red, and every time I touched it, she jumped, holdingon to me. Its sensitivity, doubled or even tripled by the Tower, was more thanshe could bear and more tears began to flow. I finished cleaning her, plantinga kiss against the small bump of her hip.
I had to assist her again as we left the rest room, holding her uprightas we made our way across the concourse to her forgotten clothing. I felt likea wayward parent, helping his toddler dressing, as I supported her and pulledon her clothing piece by piece. Finally she was once more attired in her caprisand black polo, wrapped in the protecting clothing of her job. I left her sittingon an Iceball, recovering as I gathered her and my belongings.
She was too sore to drive, and I drove her home that night, walking herup the driveway, and supporting her as best I could. At the door she stoppedand turned to me, leaning forward and planting a chaste kiss upon my cheek.
"You're the best boss a girl could ever have."
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