Arcade

You decide fuck it might as well go bounce around the arcade for a few hours before heading home it’s usually a good laugh.

As you walk toward the arcade you notice there seems to be more kids and parents around than you’d usually expect, especially as school had started back.

You think ‘fuck it who knows’ maybe the elementary schools haven’t gone back yet. As you get into the arcade ready to waste your money on whatever machine takes your fancy, Tekken knowing your predictable tastes something catches your eye, or should that be someone.

She was tall, with wide hips and a thick ass that looked like it should have belonged on a black chick. Somehow in complete contract to the tiny waist she had, extenuated the difference further were the tight daisy dukes she was wearing. Her legs appeared to go on forever byt you can’t quit work out if that was due to her height or in part due to the bright red high heels she was wearing. She had dirty blonde hair wrapped in a ponytail, falling down here left shoulder, whilst she leant over the claw machine.

‘BULLSHIT I TOTALLY HAD IT THAT TIME’ you hear her scream as she slaps the glass of the machine as she does this you see her in her full splendour.

She had oyster white teeth, made brighter by the calamine pink lip stick she was wearing. Her lips were full and pouty almost as if she had filled them to their maximum potential but you could tell they were natural. She had deep Eden-green that drew you to her, but there was something familiar that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Her breasts were full and voluptuous, the perfectly round GG that you had only seen in porn, and they seemed to defy gravity, sitting perfectly above her washboard abs. Her black tank top left nothing to the imagination. There were a hint of wrinkles around her eyes when she smiled at you but this woman most certainly the hottest, most attractive woman you had ever seen in your life. She could have been anywhere from her late 20s to her early 40s and you would have believed it.

You only snapped out of the trance she had put you in when she smiled at you and started giving you a wave as she approached you. Why was she coming toward you, you weren’t going to complain of course but who the hell is this goddess.

‘Jimmy? Jimmy Mcmont? Its Jenifer, Jennifer Clarkson, you went to middle school with my daughter Abby’.

Holllllll-eeeeeeeeeee-sssssshhhhhhhittttttttttttt.

Jennifer Clarkson, Abby Clarksons mother. Now you remembered, she picked up abby a few times in middle school before abby’s and moved away to live with her dad.

‘OMG you’ve gotten so big, how years has it been, 5? You’ve got to be what 17, no 18 now. Look at you little jimmy all grown up into a man’. She touched you lightly on the arm as she made the comments.

‘So what are you doing off? Shouldn’t you be in high school? Don’t worry I don’t really care, I hated high school, I was being teased about one thing or another. My height, my hair, my acne, my………..’ her words start to tail off, ‘but enough about me how are doing? Still playing football’.

Still trying to make sense of the scene playing out in front of you, you string together a few words.

‘No Mrs Clarkson I haven’t played since I dislocated my shoulder in try-outs in my freshman year’.

‘Awwww shame you always looked sooooooo cute in your little uniform’.

You blush and turn bright red. ‘ S, S, So how’s abbey’ you stutter? WTF, why did you stutter, you don’t have a stutter what affect was this woman having on you?

‘Oh honey no need to blush’, she teased, ‘and I don’t know I lost custody of abbey after an incident at work and she’s lived with her father ever since’, she starts to become look at her feet sadly.

‘Sorry Mrs Clarkson I didn’t mean to upset you’

She look back up at you ‘don’t worry sweetie how were you supposed to know’. ‘Tell you what if you really want to cheer me up win me one of those bears on the claw machine I’ve being trying to get my hands on the bastard on all morning. And stop calling me Mrs Clarkson your making me feel old, call me Jen’

‘Sure watch this’ you state with all the fake confidence you could muster.

You go to the cash machine and change $20 into quarters and get to work.

You try and try and try, $5, $10, $15 worth of quarters and still no luck. You’ve been playing this game of quarter of an hour now but still no luck.

Eventually you are down to your last quarter. Jen was staring at you with a pouty, sad face, her huge green eyes staring at you longingly. ‘See I told you this stupid game is ricked, we should just break the glass and steal the damn bear, we’ve paid enough’.

Don’t worry I’ve got this you say through gritted teeth.

How do you do?