The Arcade (Dirty 1st Dates)

by Harley Laroux

“You look really cute when you’re embarrassed, Violet. Wiggling in your seat like you don’t know what to do with yourself, barely looking at me.

“How does it feel, Violet?” he asked softly. “Do you like this? Or does it scare you?” “It terrifies me,” I said, not daring to bring my voice above a whisper. I knew people were looking, but suddenly I didn’t care. What mattered was answering his question. What mattered was making it as clear as I could that this was exactly what I wanted. “It terrifies me but I love it. It feels...dirty. And humiliating. But that’s what I deserve, right?”

Aiden stepped closer behind me, close enough to press against my ass as he rested his hands on my hips. I missed my shot, and as I leaned forward to grab another ball, I felt it: the hard outline of his cock against me. “Keep trying,” he murmured. “It’s really cute when you try so hard. Just remember: I’ve read your posts. As much as you want to win, as much as you long for that reward - you know that what you actually deserve is punishment. Naughty girls don’t get rewards.” “Shit, Aiden...stop distracting me…”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered. The “sir” slipped out before I noticed what I was saying, but it felt right somehow. I could tell it caught him off guard: his eyes narrowed for a moment, and he looked down and nodded slowly. “Sir…” He seemed to be feeling out the sound of it. “I like that. What a good girl; you learn quickly.”

All the stalls were empty except the last one. I knocked softly on the door, every movement jumpy, terrified that I would hear an unfamiliar voice answer. But the lock clicked, and Aiden opened the stall door, seized my arm, and pulled me inside.

He pressed me against the wall, the tiles cold on my back. His sudden closeness made me whimper aloud, then moan as his lips pressed to mine. His kiss was deep and demanding, and my mouth opened to him willingly. His tongue caressed past my lips and slid over my own, teasing and probing as he tangled his fingers in my hair and held me there. My legs began to shake as goosebumps prickled down my spine. I felt so small beneath him, so helpless to that kiss. My eyes were closed and I sunk into the feeling, my body light and hot, tingling wherever his roaming hands touched me.

“I want to be fucked in a public bathroom,” Aiden said suddenly, his voice quiet even though we were alone in the restrooms. I knew he was reading a post from my Twitter again. “I want to be bent over in the stall like a filthy slut, pounded until everyone who comes in can hear me begging for more.” I remembered writing that - vaguely. Every fantasy I’d ever had, no matter how fleeting, was right there in his hands. How could something be so equally amazing and horrifying?

But Aiden leaned close over my back, and whispered. “Be as quiet as you can. You don’t want them to hear you, now do you?”

“You took your punishment well, doll. Now you have a little idea of what you’re in for later.”

“Were you going to say something?” Aiden asked softly. He clicked something on his phone, and the pulsations became a constant vibration.

“Y-you...you’re...cheating…” I gasped. “You’re cheating again.” Aiden stuck his lower lip out in a mocking pout. “I just love watching you struggle. I love seeing how hard you try to stay straight-faced when you’re blushing and squirming, how you try to stifle your own sounds as the pleasure overwhelms you.” He smiled at me sweetly, as I clenched my fists and helplessly squeezed my legs together. “And I’m really going to enjoy watching you try not to cum as this vibrator stays on inside you.”

“I’m going to make you cum until you can’t stand, and then I’m going to fuck your limp, overstimulated body until you’re all used up. Understand?”

“Aiden,” my voice quivered over his name. “It’s so embarrassing…” “Good,” he said sweetly. “You’re being punished, Violet, don’t you remember, silly girl? You lost the game and there’s consequences for losing. Besides…” He grasped the plug and began to twist it back and forth. “I’ve noticed that you get wet when you’re embarrassed. How fun to fuck a wet, humiliated girl - following her lust even though it’s so degrading. Such a good girl for me.”

“We have to get this tight little hole used to being fucked, don’t we? How else will I fill your ass with cum after you’ve orgasmed yourself silly?”

“Such a very good girl,” he praised gently. “Such a good little cum-drunk slut.”