Thankfully, Carrie is right there

I was running down between the arcade machines, careful not to let my shirt move too much and expose my bare butt or worse, my bare puss.

I frantically searched for where the dance machines were, and after what felt like a long time searching, I managed to find them, I knew I had found them because there was Carrie standing right next to a machine.

Carrie was wearing a saucy ensemble, a white dress shirt that seemed a little too tight with how it accentuated her luscious breasts, and a plaid skirt that made her look suspiciously like a catholic school girl, she was only missing a tie and she’d look like a stereotypical knockoff of those girls.

When Carrie saw me, she looked slightly inquisitive, putting one finger against her lips, I could practically hear her thinking “I wonder…” as I ran towards her, and sure enough, the moment I was in reach, Carrie lifted up the shirt and took a little peek at my bald mound beneath it.

“Carrie…” I whined, not only was I frustrated at her exposing me so flagrantly, but truth be told, just her doing so was making me hornier.

“Calm down Erica, I’m sure Lisa will let you cum eventually, but for now I want you to play a little game with me.” Carrie motioned at the dance machine behind her, implying that I needed to play her.

“Yeah yeah, if I win you give me some clothes, and if I lose I have to take some off, did I get it right?” I rolled my eyes, trying my best to pass off my encroaching arousal as no big deal, maybe if I did so, if I did, it might take my mind off it for a bit.

“Oh Erica, I won’t just give you a piece of clothing,” Carrie stepped to me and leaned in, I could feel the heat from her breath as she whispered in my ear in her most sensual voice “if you win, I’m taking it. All. Off.”

And just like that I felt myself melt, a voice in the back of my head told me that I had no chance of winning, that I should just cut my losses and try to escape here, but that voice was losing to the one demanding I play and see Carrie naked.