Guns and grooves

You say nothing as you turn the water off, your smile widening a bit more. Grace giggles nervously. “What?” Grace takes your towel and dries you off, trying not to show her nervousness at your Cheshire Cat grin and your haunting silence.

Once Graces finishes drying you off, you lean against the wall of the shower and wrap the towel around you as you watch Grace dry off. “I’d like to do something special for your birthday, Grace. That is, if you feel up to it.”

Grace’s brave, cute façade cracks just a bit, her parents’ rejection still lingering in her mind. “Of course, Mistress. What do you have in mind?”

You walk over to her and take the towel away from her gently. “Raise your arms a bit, Grace.” Surprised, she obeys immediately. You move as close as you can to her, tenderly wiping the rest of the water from her soft, tender body. Grace’s eyes widen in shock. Smiling, you look up at her as you dry her legs. “I’m not saying this as your Mistress, Grace, but as your friend. I want to do something special for you. If there is something you’d like or someplace you’d like to go, I will do all I can to make it happen. If you’d rather stay at home, I understand.” Now that Grace is dry, you stand up to your full height. Your eyes meet as you wrap the towel around her.

“Well, I would like to visit the arcade here in town…” Grace mentions sheepishly.

You softly touch the young girl’s cheek. “Then let’s go.” Grace smiles at you.

The two of you gather your toiletries and go to your room. Once there, you have Grace dress in whatever she wants. This time her eyes take on a delicious gleam as she puts on her collar, then takes out a baggy pair of black cargo pants that ride just a bit low on her hips, tennis shoes, black sports bra, and her Gunsmith Cats t-shirt. “What?” she asks as you stare at her shirt – black with a picture of a raven haired busty anime babe blowing across a gun barrel.

You chuckle as you select a pair of dark tight jeans, a satin front clasp bra, and a snug black “Bad Girl” t-shirt from HTH Studios. Grace raises an eyebrow at you. “Like you have room to talk, fan girl.”

The two of you laugh as you put on your tennis shoes. “Better a furry freak than a ditzy otaku like you,” you grin playfully.

“Is that right?” Grace smirks as she pulls out your Outlaw Star t-shirt.

“Busted,” you raise your hands in surrender as you stand up. You share another laugh with Grace as she puts your shirt up. Offering your arm to Grace, you escort her out of the dorms. Deciding against public transportation this evening, the two of you take your old red Camero to the local arcade.

The Arcade is swarming with families, teens on dates, and cliques of “cool kids” too young to go anywhere else in town. Grace’s eyes light up. “Lazer Tag!” She turns to you, looking like a pleading little kid. “Can we go, Mistress? Please?” Several people chuckle at Grace’s cute enthusiasm. Several more glare disapprovingly of the thought of two girls on a date together or at the mention of you being Grace’s “mistress.”

Dismissing them all, you place all your attention on Grace and smile at her. “Of course, love.”

She giggles and takes your hand, pulling you over to the Lazer Tag portion of the arcade. Soon the two of you are guided into a room lit by black lights and large harnesses with flashing lights on the shoulders, chest, and back. Eight or nine other guys are there already, along with a couple of petite girls who were obviously **** their by their boyfriends. A large husky man tells you how to put on the harness, then goes over the rules. “I am the Marshall for this group. If you get in trouble or your equipment stops working, raise your gun in the air, call out ‘Marshall!’ and I will be right there. The object is to get as many points as you can. Shooting someone in the chest or back sensors is worth two points, the shoulders worth one point. There are also sensors to the left and right of the gun; hitting those will get you five points. The person with the most points at the end of the session gets a prize. When you are hit, you will feel a vibration and your gun and harness will deactivate for fifteen seconds. The shooter is to leave immediately after hitting you. Anyone caught hovering so they can shoot the same person repeatedly will be banned from the game.” Most of the guys leer at you and Grace, sizing you up for easy prey. With the large harness and the attached Lazer Tag rifle threatening to swallow Grace’s 5’5” frame, you can’t say you blame them. The Marshall points to a doorway in the room. “When this door opens, you will have 30 seconds before the harnesses and guns activate.” The door opens and the Marshall yells, “Go!”

You and Grace are quickly separated in the maze of glow in the dark paint, reflective foil, dark walls, and black lights. Crouching down to the ground, you stalk two of the guys who were leering at you and your pet. Taking careful aim you clip the scumbag on the left in the back. His friend turns around and you shoot one of the sensors on his gun. With that, you spin around the corner before their equipment reactivates. One of them says something about “killing that bitch.” You quietly kneel down, letting them run past you so you can clip them both in the back. Hunkered down in the darkest corner of the maze, they still can’t find you. After a few seconds, they run off to find you, allowing you to get their shoulders before vanishing into the maze. Now I know why Grace likes this so much, you chuckle to yourself.

All too soon the black lights go out and the room is illuminated. The Marshall rounds all of you up and has you wait in the lobby while your scores are calculated. After taking off your harness, you sit down on one of the benches and watch the maze exit for a sign of Grace. Soon she comes bounding out, her face aglow with excitement and sweat. She hops into your lap and you hold her, grinning as she regales you with stories of her might and conquest.

The Marshall then comes out and announces the scores. Yours was one of the highest, while Grace beat out everyone by a margin of ten points. She jumps up from your lap, strutting over to the Marshall as he gives your pet a Lazer Tag t-shirt and a key chain with a miniature-sized flashlight attached to it. Grace hugs you excitedly, beaming, while the guys look down at the floor, embarrassed at being schooled by a couple of girls.

Grace slips the key chain into her left hip pocket and wraps her arm around your waist. Draping an arm over her shoulders, you pull her close to you. “So what would you like to do next, Grace?”

“I’m kinda hungry, Mistress. Can we get some pizza?”

Again several people glare at you. You lean close to Grace’s ear and whisper, “Grace, you don’t have to call me ‘Mistress’ in public. You can call me Jane. That was one of our rules, remember?”

Grace turns to face you, the flecks of blue sparking in her otherwise emerald eyes, her voice soft and small. “These last few days you have become my best friend, my protector, my lover, and my roommate. You helped me dance again.” Her eyes water a bit. “You gave me a family when my own couldn’t understand.” She leans forward and kisses you softly. “I am here because I choose to be with you, Jane. You are my Mistress." Her eyes meet yours for a brief second. "I love you.”

You hug Grace tightly, whispering in her ear. "And I love you, my darling pet." After a moment you let go of Grace. Her face radiates warmth and happiness as she holds out her hand. You grasp it, and the two of you walk, hand in hand to the pizza parlor, Grace holding her Lazer Tag t-shirt proudly in her free hand.