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The Arcade Series
The DDR
"Fucking idiot." I grumbled out loud as I continued down Westview Street.The driving rain was pouring down and as usual, it brought out the worst inmy fellow drivers. I admit I already wasn't in a good mood. I was on the roadheading back to my video arcade for an after closing meeting with one of myemployees. And it was a meeting she didn't know about. Disciplining an employeeis never one of my favorite things to do, especially when I like the person.But Becky had it coming after her latest fiasco.
The write up was sitting on the seat next to me and I glanced down at it.She had been playing video games on the clock again. I shook my head and grumbled.She and that damn Dance Dance Revolution game were becoming such a headache.All of my employees played it, but it seemed the Becky just couldn't stay offit.
I turned right on to Beechnut and passed the Waterpark. My arcade was ina large scale entertainment facility called FunPlace. Boring name I know, butthe owner was like that. It was Thursday night and the place was almost totallyclosed. Only the bowling alley and the arcade stayed open because customersrarely showed up and I had been arguing that point for a while.
I pulled up into the lot and once more groaned. Despite being thirty minutesbefore closing, the parking lot was close to empty on our side of the building.A single car that I recognized belonging to Becky was near the front door,next to a single mini van. Well at least we had a few customers. I glancedacross the main drive and the water fountain. The bowling alley wasn't doingmuch either.
I parked my car and walked up to the main entrance moving aside for a familywho came out of FunPlace looking irritated and angry. I didn't think much ofit since this a pretty normal occurrence, despite my own area of it strivingfor customer service. I wasn't proud of working here, but it paid the billsand had its perks.
As my I entered through the foyer and started walking down the stairs, Iturned to the right toward my arcade and my mind flipped a moment. The gameswere off. I couldn't hear any of the noises from The Pit or Redemption area.We didn't close for another twenty minutes! What was Becky doing?
Still clutching her Employee Counseling Form, I stormed into the arcadelike a tornado looking for a mobile home park. The redemption area was darkwith the lights turned off and I immediately went to the office, passing theredemption counter with a glance. I rolled my eyes. She hadn't restocked iteither. She wasn't in the office. I went to the store computer and verifiedshe was still on the clock, which she was, so I strolled back through the redemptionarea to The Pit.
Now The Pit is our video game area, and a few lights always remained ondespite everything being shut down for the night. I almost expected her tobe on Dance Dance, but I could tell from the quiet that even her favorite gamewas off. Where the hell was she?
I heard a noise coming from the closed movie theater where our restroomsare located and I mounted the steps and listened. Sure enough, someone wasin the restroom, softly singing to herself. I leaned up against Brave Firefightersand a changer, crossing my arms across my chest, and waited.
It was only a few minutes, but my temper was definitely increasing. Afterwhat seemed like forever, Becky came strolling out, getting halfway to theredemption area before seeing me storming like a thundercloud across the plains.Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened in surprise.
She wasn't the only one surprised, though my own startlement was concealedin my anger. I had been expecting her to be wearing our normal uniform of blackpolo shirt with khaki slacks, along with our official nametag. Instead I sawa short mini skirt of red and black plaid, a black low cut belly baring tanktop with the word "naughty" across the chest, black knee high leather boots,and enough black leather studded bracelets and choker to make a torturer happy.
"Office. Now." Was all I said, moving past her, trying to regain my composure.I saw the color drain from her face as I passed her and she followed demurely.When we got into the office I told her to have a seat.
She softly dropped into one of the chairs by my desk, pressing her dimpledknees together tightly. The skirt had ridden upward, exposing an unseemly amountof thigh and for a second I considered dropping down into the other chair acrossfrom her, knowing that I would assuredly get a chance at seeing something private.
I shook my head to clear it off those thoughts. BAD BAD BAD I repeated tomyself. You never pick up your pussy where you pick up your paycheck; especiallyif the pussy is a subordinate. I frowned at her as she sat shifting in herseat, her shoulder length hair curling cutely around her cheeks. She had doneher makeup as well, thick black around her eyes, deep red lipstick, and longlashes made up the look. A bright metal chain around her waist finished theoutfit.
"I'd like an explanation." I said abruptly, crossing my arms.
She looked down at the floor, unwilling to meet my gaze. "I'm sorry, Jeff.Its just that I was going to go out tonight and since we had only a few customersI would shut down early. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
I rolled my eyes. "You're damn right it won't happen again. I can't makemoney if my staff decides when and where we will be open." I sighed audibly. "Ihad come up here tonight to give you this." I waved the counseling form infront of her. "It's the write up you have coming for playing Dance Dance Revolutionon the clock yesterday. Now we have a totally different situation, as wellas what will be your third write up. You understand what that means?" I demanded.
Becky's eyes widened. "I get fired?" she asked hesitantly.
My eyes narrowed in response. "That's exactly what it means."
Becky stood up, surprising me as she came right up too me, her voice rushingout in a non stop tremble. "Oh please, Jeff, I am so sorry, I won't ever doit again, oh please don't fire me, I really need this job, I promise to begood, I'll do anything to keep this job, please?"
I'd experienced this before. I only yielded once, the first time. I learnedmy lesson right then because it had only been a week before the promise tobe good failed. I steeled myself and shook my head.
"I don't see any other option, Becky. I can't have performance like this."
Becky moved forward again, slightly bending toward me. "Plllllleease?" shebegged. "I'll do anything…" she left it hanging.
My eyes had dropped forward and I felt my mind slipping as I gazed downat a remarkable cleavage. I always hired attractive girls, since guys liketo hang out where pretty girls work, but I had always been able to tune outthese jail bait young waifs, even when they came to pick up checks dressedin their civilian clothes. Becky was dressed sluttier than I had ever seenher and I felt a sudden loosening in my resolve.
Becky must have sensed it because she licked her lips seductively, leanedforward even more and whined once more. "Anything…"
My mind clicked back in place and I pulled my eyes away from the dippingslope of her breasts. "Are you offering something to me?" I asked harshly.
Becky pulled back as well, surprised that I hadn't fallen under her spell. "Um…well…I…" shefaltered.
I smiled at her, clearly in control of the situation. "I don't think so,Becky. I've heard a little about your conquests, so I'm not interested in catchinganything from you." An idea had just popped into my mind and I decided to runwith it.
Her eyes had flared hot.
"But I'll tell you what. Here is my deal. I'm not interested in fuckingyou, but you are a gorgeous young lady. I've got the video camera here thatwe use during the tournaments. You agree to play three rounds of Dance DanceRevolution and let me video tape."
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What's the catch?" she asked.
"The catch is that you dance in that outfit during the first round. Forthe second round you take off that delightful top and the skirt. The thirdround will be just you and those cute bracelets and the dog collar. That'sa total of three rounds, nine songs. If you make it through, I tear up thiscounseling form, you get a pass on tonight's faux pa, and an indulgence ofone more screw up. If you don't clear all the stages, I still will tear upthe counseling form and you get a pass on shutting the store early. No indulgence."
Damn was this a risk. I'd never tried anything like this before with anyof my employees and I could see the wheels of consideration working quicklyin this young lady's mind. I wondered if she would take the offer.
"All right, I'll do it." She said finally.
I smiled. "Great. Go turn on the game while I get the video camera set up." Shenodded and hurried out of the office as I moved into the supply closet.
A small portion of my mind was shouting loudly that what I was doing waswrong, but the running excitement drowned out the voice of reason and I quicklygrabbed the camera and tripod.
The games in the Pit were already on as I carried my home video studio outof the office and I saw Becky waiting by the game. It only took a moment toset up the camera next to the console, pointing it directly at the dance platform,and then we were ready.
"Get on the platform so I can position the camera." I ordered her. Beckymoved, her steps and body language shouting out her dislike of the situation.
"What's your problem?" I asked.
"I'm not sure about this." She replied, motioning at the camera and thegame.
"Really? This is nothing! You were throwing your body around just a moment,offering to fuck me."
"Well, I didn't think you would take me up on it." Becky replied with asneer.
"Well what did you think I would do?" I demanded, getting angry.
"I though you'd just be nicer to me and not fire me."
I guess this had worked with other supervisors before. Shame it didn't workwith me though. I smiled.
"Do you want to dance or not? You're not irreplaceable, Becky."
Once more she hesitated, so I decided to push. "Fine. You're fired. Getyour stuff and get out." I started to unplug the camera.
"Wait! Wait, Jeff!" she said quickly. I turned back toward her.
"Well?" I asked, crossing my arms.
She bit her lip, nodding. "I'll do it." She said. She was so cute, so demure.
"Great. The camera is ready. Go ahead and ring up some service credits." Iordered her.
I had already turned the camera on and had been recording the whole thing.She bent down low to open the coin door with her game key and I zoomed in onher cleavage as she reached in to the game and pressed the service button.I heard the distinctive sounds of credits ringing up and panned back out asshe stood straight.
She quickly selected her normal choices, concentrating on the game and studiouslyignoring my entranced observation. Her song selection was a little heavy formy own taste, but it had a good rhythm, and her dance steps were confidantdespite the heavy leather knee boots. Her steel chain belt danced up and downacross her plaid covered hips and I watched with delightful anticipation asher halter covered breasts bounced around like bowls of finely sculpted gelatin.
It didn't take long to run through the first three songs and we reachedour first stopping point. I made sure that the tape was recording correctlyand then took a zoom shot of Becky's delightfully flushed face as she turnedto me with a hopeful look in her eye. I leaned away from the camera after panningback outward that I expected her to continue and I motioned for her to followthe terms of our agreement.
My god what a pair! She had quickly grasped the bottom of her halter top,right above the pierced naval, and yanked the black cloth upward over her head.She dropped it behind the game and stretched, ever so slightly, turning hertorso left and right, showing me and the camera a set of the most curvaceousand creamy white breasts that had ever existed. The nipples were large andpink, not that dark brown you see on so many girls, and I felt a sudden rushto my own sex, feeling myself harden.
I swallowed as she slipped her fingers under the steel chain encirclingher waist and unhooked the plaid skirt. For a second, I wondered if she wereas bare below as she was above, but my eyes quickly caught the black silk thongthat wrapped around her hips. A small sliver of cloth covered her mound andmy eyes widened as I realized that my employee must shave her ripe little petalsto have such bare skin with such small panties.
Becky ignored me and once more squatted down to ring up credits on the DDR.I smiled as her knees spread wide, giving the camera an in depth view of herscantily clad sex and the dangling perfection of her breasts. I marveled onceagain at her body. She wasn't bone thin, but instead had a soft, well roundedripeness that once associates in fruit and lush women.
Her song selection still left a lot to be desired though, and I wonderedif the rap music would destroy the value of the video. I decided to choosethe next song for her as she began to sway in rhythm. She was amazing. Herbody jumped across the pads as if she was fully clothed and unobserved, andI found myself absently rubbing my own cock through my pants as her breastsswayed and bounced to the beat.
I stood entranced as she danced her three songs, the steel belt and braceletsjingling slightly and in marked contrast to her alabaster skin. It was veryhard to control my desire at that moment. She stood panting, her breasts heavingwith a glimmer of moisture coating her body. She glistened under the heavyspot lights of the game. After a moment, she looked directly at me, her thumbshooking the hip hugging strings of her thong, and she peeled it downward overher boots. I thought my heart would stop as I caught sight of her slit. I wasright. She did shave, and I could see a nipple matching pinkness as she pressedher legs together.
Once more she moved to the game and dropped down. My throat tightened asher legs parted and I quickly zoomed the camera in to get my first good lookat her luscious flower. The lips of her sex were puffy and slick with juiceand I wished I had a vibrator that I could slide right up into her body. Herpetals were made to be wrapped around something thick,hard, and wide.
She stood up again but this time I moved to the controls and selected themusic. She frowned at me, not very pleased with my more lyrical choice. I smileddeeply at her as she backed up onto the platform. I moved back to the camera,watching as she began stomping out the steps. With every movement she madeI was able to see the swelling petals of her flower. Her breasts rocked intime with her motions and the slick sheen upon her skin glowed like oil.
I selected the next two dances, operating the camera and gazing in raptattention as Becky let all abandon go, jumping around the dance floor, eventwirling and waving her ass right at me. I was going weak at the knees, watching,and I almost thanked God out loud that this was the last dance. Her silky breastshung before me like two ripe pieces of fruit waiting to be plucked and devoured.The black cuffs and collar evoked some caged slave response and I could detectthe scent of her arousal, a musky perfume that seemed to bring forth some deepfeeling from inside me.
The last song ended and Becky jumped from the platform, snatching up herthong, skirt, and halter with a quick dip. I watched her dart up the stairsto the restroom, her leather cuffs and chain ringing with every jaunty step.I stood, still dazed from the performance. It took me awhile to rouse myselfand the first thing I noticed was the intense ache in my shaft. I throbbed,still pulsing in time with the attract songs of DDR.
She came out after a few minutes, fully dressed, looking every inch theslut. The look on her face was a shabby disgusted frown that spoke volumes.She quickly came down the stairs and stood expectantly in front of me. I casuallyreached down and adjusted the wooden post under my slacks and reached out topick up the counseling form. I tore it in two and handed it too her.
"You earned it, plus the indulgence." I grimaced. "Just try not to burnthe store down, ok?"
She suddenly smiled. "I think I won't bother to show up on Saturday." Shesaid.
I rolled my eyes, sighing audibly. "Whatever. Go on. Get out of here. Goto your party or whatever."
Becky laughed and leaned toward me, planting a chaste kiss against my cheek.
"You're a dirty old man. But you're a nice boss. Bye." She waved at me andleft the arcade, her red covered hips swaying.
I turned back toward the Dance Dance Revolution, sure that my memories ofthis game would always be different from every other arcade manager, forever.
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