To the arcade

Casey stared about her, willing her eyes to focus, trying to modify her walk to something less bowlegged, but the flashlight in her cunt was too rigid and large. Like it or not she was walking like she'd just entertained the football squad.

"Head to the arcade." the voice said in her ear, making her jump. Her hand shot to her crotch, freezing short as she noticed a pair of seated old men staring at her. She converted the movement to a little wave and a sickly smile. They just stared back, saying something to each other.

"Where's the arcade?" she muttered, but either the blackmailer didn't hear her or chose not to answer. Spotting a directory she rushed to it as quickly as her discomfort would let her.

Like the rest of the mall the directory had seen better days, and was now dark and lit from behind by the same low-watt lightbulbs the stingy owner used elsewhere. The irony of her needing a flashlight to read it wasn't lost on her, but she wasn't about to aim the one in her pussy at the sign. Not with those two men still watching.

Leaning over she never noticed that the flashlight within her would flick on and off with her movements. Fortunately no one had yet noticed, or at least no one had asked her about it.

Straightening again she looked around, decided she knew the way, and wandered off down the left branch of the 'T' intersection she was at.