The Alpine Racer

Emily was getting tired now. She was delighted that she was helping so many of these lovely customers: Mr Jackson would be delighted with her performance today! All these people must be really terrible at these games though – there didn’t actually seem to be anything wrong with any of them, and she was even starting to enjoy showing off her skills to her small audience.

She stepped away from the dancing game – that had been fun! A small guy came over to her with a pleading look on his face. ‘Please, miss,’ he asked, ‘you are so good at these games, could you check the Alpine Racer? It’s my favourite and I don’t think the skis are working.’

She smiled at him. He was obviously quite shy, he just couldn’t seem to raise his eyes to meet hers and she felt bad for him. She really wanted to go for a break, but she would help this last customer first. ‘Of course I can, can you show me where it is?

The Alpine Racer had two short pads to represent skis, and a hand rail on each side for poles. Emily had actually been skiing a few times when she was younger so she felt she might have an advantage with this game. Stepping onto the fake skis the short man came to her side. ‘Let me do your straps,’ he said, ‘this can get quite intense on the downhill sections, you don’t want to let go.’ While this struck Emily as very thoughtful, the strap he looped around her wrist and the handrail looked quite makeshift. Perhaps it was a late addition to improve safety, she thought. A boy on the other side said ‘Allow me, miss,’ and secured her other wrist. Both guys then kneeled to strap her shoes to the skis. ‘Oh, do you have any more tokens?’ asked the first one. Opening her left hand to reveal her last two tokens he took both. ‘I’ll stick these in your slot,’ he said, then the game started.

It was gentle at first, she had to swing her feet from side to side on the skis to keep moving. For her audience the sight of this blonde bombshell, knees bent, leaning forward, ass stuck out, swinging her feet and hips on the game was almost too much. Christian had been sidelined and was now at the back of the group who clamoured closer to the sexy skier. The short guy carefully reached out for the knot on the left hip of her bikini, and after a few tries as she swished toward him and then away he managed to just snag the loop. It didn’t come entirely undone, but the next time she swooped to the side the fabric slipped and half of her bikini flopped down. This was maddening for the audience, she was so close to being completely exposed and she was still completely unaware. The guy on her other side reached for the last knot, and likewise eventually managed to catch it without alerting her as she was absorbed by the snowy mountain scenery rushing past her.

The red string running up her ass slid down, and oh-so gently the crowd behind her took turns tugging it, slowly pulling it out from between her cheeks. The tiny red triangle at the front was dangling uselessly between her legs, her neat blonde bush uncovered.

Even as the bikini bottoms floated to the floor Emily continued skiing. She smiled as some of the boys took her photograph, clearly impressed with how adept she was at yet another game. People behind were cheering excitedly as she swooped around a flag on the course. She was in her element, swishing her skis from side to side; she knew she was showing off to the boys gathered around her, but they were rapt by her sensational display. The short guy now tried to reach the knots for her top, one at the neck, one on her back, and managed to hook his fingers in both knots at once and her bikini was on the floor at her feet.

Still Emily flew down the mountainside, swaying her hips and swinging her feet from side to side. This was exhilarating, she could almost feel the cold air, almost hear the snow crunching under her skis. Eventually she reached the bottom of the slope and moved her feet apart to spread the skis and come to a stop. She smiled as the crowd cheered again as she stood upright, looking around for the guys to undo her straps.

Emily shrieked as a hand slapped her ass. ‘Hey,’ she managed to cry out before another slap stung her other cheek. Then her boobs were being squeezed, and she gasped, looking down, then shrieked again realising that her bikini top was gone. When had that happened? ‘Let me go!’ she shouted to nobody in particular and struggled, trying to free her hands and feet from the straps as she felt hands pinching her ass, squeezing her thighs, sliding between her legs.

Over the noise of the games machines she heard a fight break out behind her. Suddenly the groping hands withdrew and her nostrils and throat were filled with the odour of the guy in the long black coat. ‘Get away from her, she’s mine!’ he was shouting, and although she could only see snippets of action over her shoulders it sounded as though everybody was fighting all around her.

‘Right, you wankers!’ It was a loud voice, a woman’s voice cutting over the rest of the noise. ‘I’ve told you before about fighting in here, all of you fuck off before I call security! You are all fucking barred!’

This was Jessica, Emily realised. She was saved!

Grumbling and swearing, the crowd started to move away. ‘But I was trying to save the new girl,’ the trenchcoat man was saying.

‘I don’t give a fuck!’ Jessica was shouting at him. ‘Just fuck off and don’t fucking come back.’

Emily looked over her shoulder to thank Jessica. She was standing with her arms folded, chewing her gum, glaring at the naked girl strapped to the machine. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’

‘They tied me up and stole my top,’ Emily knew she sounded pathetic as the words tumbled out.

‘Look, what you do on your own time is up to you,’ Jessica was not impressed. ‘But don’t come here and fuck up my day.’ She turned and walked away.

‘Wait, help!’ Emily cried out, ‘I’m stuck!’ But Jessica was gone.

She looked around for her top, but it was gone. Struggling again against the straps she felt her right wrist slip slightly through the loop, and with a little more **** it was free! She wiped sweat off her face with her forearm then loosened the strap on her other arm before kneeling to free her feet. As she did she realised that her bikini bottom was also missing. What? How did they do that? She untied her feet then sat on the floor beside the machine trying to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands. How was she naked? How had she not known? She cast her mind back to try to remember the last time she knew she was wearing any clothes, and to her horror she realised it was when she first walked into the arcade. After that, playing all the games, she just hadn’t noticed. Had she been exposing herself all that time, to all those boys? Jiggling her boobies, wiggling her bottom, jumping up and down on the dance game with her lady garden out for all to see?

She had to get out of here. She didn’t know if there were people around as she ran to the exit, she could see only the door as she desperately made her escape.