Unfortunately for Casey the arcade was at the far end of the mall, not far from the food courts. She had to traverse the entire length of the place to get there, and the farther she got the more her pussy ached.
The large flashlight in it was inflexible and uncomfortable, but it was also ribbed for better grip, and each stepped jostled it. The switch and head of it constantly rubbed her erect clit, and pretty soon the war between discomfort and pleasure was turning into a route for pleasure.
"Is that heavy breathing I hear?" the blackmailer asked.
"N... No..." she lied, only to gasp again. A drop of juice worked its way out of her and dribbled down her thigh.
"Hmm, maybe you need to relieve that itch. Are you near the restrooms?"
Casey looked around quickly, not paying attention to the people or stores, and spotted a sign for the bathrooms. "Yes."
"Good, go in there. Oh, and Casey?"
"Yes?" she asked, already making a beeline to the corridor.
"Go into the men's room." |