Minor Repairs in the Arcade

‘Great work Emily!’ Alan kept up his charm offensive. ‘I don’t remember these mirrors ever looking so effusive!’ He suddenly felt unsure of himself, he would have to check that word. Luckily, she didn’t seem to notice anything amiss.

‘Thank you Mr Jackson,’ she sighed, wiping her brow on her forearm. ‘I’ve worked up a bit of a sweat!’

‘Call me Alan, please.’ He made a mental note to make sure he gave her more physical work which might get her a bit sweaty and dirty. Perhaps he could offer his office for her to get changed and freshen up, rather than the staff room.

‘I’ve got to go and attend to some important evocations,’ declared Mr Jackson, ‘So I’m afraid I’m going to have to leave you for the time being. Can you head over to Jessica at the Arcade? Apparently there is a minor maintenance issue, can you see what it is?’

‘Sure thing, Mr Jackson! I’m on it!’ She rushed off toward where she vaguely remembered the arcade being, eager to please her new boss.

Jessica was bored witless. She hated the noise of the arcade, hated the smelly kids who kept bothering her for change, or complaining that a machine had eaten their money and wasn’t working. She glanced at the clock in her booth to check how long she had to wait for a cigarette break when a blonde girl in a very tight work t-shirt bounced in.

‘Christ, stop running. You’ll give somebody two black eyes with those things.’ Jessica glowered at the new girl.

Emily didn’t understand. ‘Jessica? I’m really pleased to meet you, I’m Emily! I’m your new work colleague!’

‘Great.’ Jessica rolled her eyes. ‘Wait, listen, can you cover for me while I go for a smoke?’

‘Sure thing!’ Emily was pleased that her new friend already trusted her enough to leave her in charge. ‘Mr Jackson said there was something needed fixing?’

‘Did he? Oh, it might be the thing in the corner with the water guns. Some kid said it wasn’t working a while back.’

Jessica left without another word. ‘She seems nice,’ thought Emily. Ever eager to please, she decided to see if she could find the faulty machine.

In the corner where Jessica had pointed, a young man with a wispy beard and wearing a leather trenchcoat stood at a game where the aim was to use a high powered water pistol to shoot jets of water into targets as they lit up. The lights on the game were operating, but the pistol was clearly not working correctly; he had it pointed at the floor and was shaking it.

‘Excuse me sir, do you need any help?’ Emily enquired brightly.

The young man looked up and met the eyes of probably the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

‘Oh, er. My, er, weapon, it seems to be not, erm, working. I’ve put my money in. It won’t shoot out.’ As he spoke he slowly lifted the water pistol between them, and now the barrel was pointing directly at Emily’s breasts.

‘Oh dear,’ breezed Emily. ‘Let me have a look.’

She took the pistol from him, aimed at the target and pulled the trigger. Nothing. Following a thin blue pipe from the base of the gun, she saw it snake under the machine. Handing the pistol back to the boy she crawled around the machine on all fours to see where the pipe led. The young man watched her curvy round bottom flex as she crawled around on the dirty carpet and slowly raised the barrel of the gun once more.

Emily followed the pipe to the wall where she saw another arcade machine had been placed on the blue plastic, crushing the pipe closed. All she had to do was to nudge the machine slightly and kick the pipe away. Mr Jackson would be so pleased she had repaired the game so quickly!

Running back to the youth, Emily cheerfully asked him to try the gun again. Transfixed as he was by her breasts jiggling as she ran, he pulled the trigger.

Emily screamed as she was knocked backwards by a powerful jet of water which hit her square in the chest. The man, almost as shocked as Emily, released the trigger and rushed forward to help her up. In just half a second she was drenched from the waist up, her already tight t-shirt now quite translucent and clinging obscenely to her curves. As he held out a hand to help he stared at the shape of her round breasts and her red bra, clearly visible through her shirt.

She took his hand and as he tensed his arm to take her weight, with the other hand he squeezed the trigger on the pistol again, firing another powerful stream of water right at her chest. He had no idea the barrel was still pointed at her.

Once she was standing again, Emily looked down at her sodden shirt and gasped as she saw how tight and clingy it had become. She might as well be naked! Squealing in fright and embarrassment she crossed her arms to cover her modesty.

‘I’m so sorry,’ said the boy. ‘I didn’t mean –‘

‘Oh, it’s no problem sir,’ Emily tried to remain professional despite her state. ‘I’m so glad I could help. Please let me know if you need anything further.’

Embarrassment overtook Emily as she wondered what Mr Jackson would think if he were to see her like this. Of course, being such an important and busy man he’d be angry that she had soaked her uniform, so she simply must find a way to put this right without him knowing!

Emily kept her hands tight across her chest as she ran back to the locker room, hoping she wouldn’t attract too much attention on the way.