Beat Saber

The girl in the booth, Jessica, her name was, didn’t really seem interested in Emily’s offer of assistance. She was about to turn away to try to find something else to do when she became aware of a strong acrid, musty smell.

‘Excuse me, M’Lady, are you an employee of this fine establishment?’

Emily turned to see a tall, gaunt man with thinning black hair and a sparse beard below his chin. The odour seemed to surround him, and made her eyes water. ‘Yes, I work here,’ she replied, trying not to breathe in.

‘I would like to respectfully complain that one of your entertainment devices here in the arcade is not correctly operating. Would you be so kind as to do me the honour of checking it?’

Emily was delighted at having something to do. She totally could check out this machine, and if she could fix a problem Mr Jackson would be delighted!

‘Oh, yes! I’m always happy to help a customer! Show me which machine you need help with,’ she beamed.

Christian led her to the Beat Saber game. This wasn’t something he would ever play, but he sometimes liked to watch when a hot girl played it. The player would wear a virtual reality headset and use two handsets to strike out at targets in time with the music. A large video screen in front showed what the player was looking at for the spectators.

‘You see, I know this game well,’ he explained, ‘and I think the handsets might need calibrating. They are not as responsive as they should be. Have a go, see what you think.’

Jessica had given Emily some tokens which let you test the games instead of paying, so she dropped one in the slot, put the headset on and stood on the metal platform. She had never played a game like this before so she might not be the best judge of how sensitive it was, but it certainly looked impressive.

She lurched slightly as the game started, she was floating rapidly along a brightly coloured track. A red and blue bar represented where her hands were and red and blue targets whizzed toward her. Reaching out to the left she hit one of the targets. Then another. Within seconds she was lost in this virtual world, swinging her arms to hit the flying targets in time to the loud music.

Christian marvelled at this wonderful creature in front of him. Her ass swayed each time she reached out, and he longed to reach out and hold her pale, soft buttocks. Walking around her, recording her performance on his phone, she had no idea he was even there. He stood in front of her watching her breasts jiggling, carefully inspecting the small triangles of her top every time she struck a target. With each movement her tits moved slightly within their tiny covers, and soon he could clearly see her pink areolas as the red fabric struggled to hold her in. Her nipples were still just covered, and she just kept going with the game, licking her lips between each volley of targets rushing toward her.

He knew there was a good bit coming up. Barriers would soon fly down the track forcing her to step aside, duck, or jump. The first one hit her – she didn’t know she should move, but then she picked it up. He focussed on the tiny bikini covering her pussy as she prepared for each step, opening her legs slightly ready to move. Then he moved behind her before the blocks at head height started. Couching behind her he couldn’t help gasping as she repeatedly squatted to avoid the obstacles, the muscles of her thighs and buttocks flexing, the tiny thread barely covering her asshole. He would watch this video recording carefully later.

Moving in front of her again he watched her squat one more time, he was both amazed and disappointed that her bush was still covered. He waited for the low level obstacles to start, and laughed with joy as she jumped over the first one. Both breasts simultaneously popped out of her top, the stringy bikini only managing to hold her bouncing tits together and up so that her lovely pink nips pointed straight at him. More jumps, and her breasts bounced up and down, swinging from side to side as she hit yet more targets.

The track ended, much to Christian’s dismay, and he put his phone away as she removed the headset.

‘I don’t think I can see anything wrong with it, I’m afraid,’ she advised him. She was out of breath and licked a bead of sweat off her top lip.

‘You must just be really good at it, much better than me,’ Christian replied. He realised she just didn’t know that her tits were uncovered, her nips pointing right at him. He wished he could just lean forward and suck them. He tried not to watch the tiny beads of perspiration forming on her shoulders and cleavage.

She laughed, this made her breasts jiggle again. ‘Oh, I’m sure I’m not better than you! Maybe you are just having an off day?’

‘You are very kind, M’Lady,’ he smiled his biggest smile. ‘But, actually, there is another game I wondered if you would test for me?’