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Arcade Girl
Written by The Englishman
I didn't talk to her directly. A middle aged man approaching a girl of that age is likely to be misunderstood, or in my case, understood only too well. I avoided looking directly at her but I could see she glanced at me briefly as I slotted a coin into the machine she was leaning against.
"You any good at this one?" I asked casually spinning the track ball and blowing an alien into dust.
She looked startled for a moment. "Do you mean me?"
I kept my eyes on the screen - not wanting to look too interested.
"That's right. Have you played this one much?"
She shook her head. "No, I've never played it."
I already knew that. She wasn't the arcade type. She was only in here for the warmth and the illusion of human company. I allowed a stray missile to annihilate my space cruiser though I could have avoided it quite easily. I threw my hands in the air in disgust and turned my back on the machine. I had two lives left but she was unlikely to know that.
I nodded at the two boys eating hot dogs. "That makes me feel hungry."
She smiled politely and said nothing but I could see the hunger in her wide eyes.
"I wonder where they got those from," I said half to myself.
"There's a place just round the corner," she said with the knowledge of one who had studied all of the food outlets in the area.
"Are you sure? I've never seen a hot dog place around here," I said with a feigned air of confusion.
"Yeah, I'm sure," she said, starting to lose interest.
"Would you mind showing me where it is?"
She hesitated for a moment and I could see that she was torn between a desire for human company and her natural fear of strangers. Poor kid was probably remembering all of her mum's warnings about strange men.
"I - I can't - I'm waiting for someone," she lied.
"It'll only take you a minute to show me, There's lot's of people about so you'll be quite safe."
"Look, it's only just round the corner, you can't miss it," she said, turning her back on me and starting to walk away.
"I can get lost going to the bathroom." I laughed casually and pulled a face. "I'll buy you a hot dog if you show me or will your boyfriend get jealous."
I could see, by the doubt in her beautiful innocent eyes, that she was suspicious but her hunger got the better of her. She tried not to show her eagerness as she detached herself from the side of the machine.
"I suppose it'll be okay, as long as I'm not gone too long."
She led the way out of the arcade and I followed a couple of paces behind her. I didn't want to make her nervous by walking too close and I wanted to get a better look at her body anyway.
The thin material of her short dress exaggerated the length of her slim legs and clung temptingly to her trim backside. I had a hard on just thinking about pressing my penis up against her tight little bottom. Imagining the heat of her lithe body wriggle and squirm against me as I rubbed against her baby smooth skin. Imagining my sperm trickling down between her slim school girl thighs.
"You okay?" She said, peering anxiously at me. She'd stopped suddenly and I had been too busy fantasising to notice.
"Yeah, fine. I told you I get lost easily." I grinned down at her." My mum says I daydream and forget where I am."
Her inviting lips curled into a cautious smile. She was probably thinking that if I had a mother, I couldn't be too bad. I was thinking about how she would taste as I slid my tongue between her soft lips and over her perfectly even white teeth. Wondering how it would feel to lie between her slim thighs as I sank myself into her moist warmth.
Oblivious to my thoughts, she pointed to the burger-bar.
"This is it. I told you it wasn't far."
"You were right, thanks for your help."
I deliberately didn't mention the promised hot-dog. She thought I'd forgotten. Her small white teeth clenched nervously over her bottom lip.
"You said you'd buy me a hot-dog if I showed you."......(cont)
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