She kept going

Vanessa felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she heard the boys' comments. She wanted to be angry and offended, but she couldn't deny the way her body was reacting to the attention. She felt a warmth spreading through her, and a tingling sensation between her legs. She tried to ignore it and focus on the task at hand.

"Alright, I did what you asked," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Now can you please just let me play the game in peace?"

The boys looked at each other for a moment, before the one who had been talking to her earlier shrugged anyways. "Sure thing, sweetheart. As long as you keep putting on a show like that, we'll be happy to watch."

Vanessa rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small smile that played at the corners of her mouth. She turned back to the Dance Dance Revolution machine and started to play. She tried to focus on the arrows scrolling up the screen, but she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. She stole a glance at the boys and saw them all staring at her, phones out and recording. She felt a flutter of panic, but she knew she couldn't back down now. She had to finish the game.

"Nice ass, Vanessa!" one of them shouted as she twerked to the beat.

"Show us those titties, girl!" another one yelled.

Vanessa felt a rush of shame and arousal as she heard their comments. She knew she should be mad and disgusted, but she couldn't deny the way her body was responding. She felt her nipples hardening due to the cold air of the arcade and the attention she's receiving, and it's not helping the fact that her arousal is rising, and it can be felt between her legs. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

She took a deep breath and began to dance again. The boys hooted and hollered as she twerked and gyrated, their phones never leaving her body. She felt a mix of shame and excitement, but she kept going for the dance and emphasizing her sexy and busty body.

And before she knew it, the game was over.

She stepped off the machine, panting and sweating, her body on fire. The boys cheered and clapped, their phones still recording.

"That was amazing, Vanessa!" one of them shouted.

"You're a fucking goddess!" another one said, causing the others to laugh and nod in agreement.

Vanessa smiled with slight arousal and rising shame; she can't believe that she's actually enjoying this kind of thing. And it's not helping that her arousal is steadily rising, and the location of the dance machine is getting surrounded and filled with more horny boys at that.

Without a second thought, the boys are slowly but steadily chanting all together to Vanessa: "We want more!" And looking at her situation now, there is no turning back now.